Gu Jiao looked at the man and said, "No need to thank me. Thank him, he drove the assassins away."
The two visitors bowed to the man again.
After they left, the man also planned to leave. He grabbed the reins of his horse with one hand, steadied himself on the saddle with the other, and was about to mount his horse when Gu Jiao called him back.
"Aren't you going to tend to your wound?"
A hint of wariness flickered in the man's eyes. He swiftly drew his sword and pointed it at Gu Jiao's throat, "Who are you? How do you know I'm injured?"
The fact that he was injured was unknown even to the servants!
Even with the sword pressed against her throat, Gu Jiao didn't flinch. She coolly glanced at his waist and stomach. "You are bleeding."
The man looked down to find that his clothes were indeed soaked in fresh blood, staining a large area red.
Gu Jiao warned, "Be careful of excessive blood loss."