During this time, he made several attempts to speak, probably wanting to say something, but each time the cough stifled his words.
Princess Xinyang could already guess what he wanted to say— "You're still scheming against me even when I'm like this, Qin Fengwan. You're a beast."
Thinking of his failed attempt to tease her, Princess Xinyang felt a bit like laughing.
But when she lit the fire stick to examine his wounds, her laughter completely fled.
His injuries were too severe, far worse than she had imagined.
Earlier, he had quickly grabbed her hand and provoked her verbally, but in reality, it was to prevent her from touching the wound on his waist.
The flesh had split open, blood was flowing profusely, and the bone was visible deep inside.
But this wasn't his only wound; some were visible, while others were undetermined, with whole patches covered in thick blood.
The scene before her was truly alarming.
