Song Ci personally accompanied Song Zhiyuan to tend to his wound. It was said to be a small injury, but the flying arrow was extremely fast and likely barbed. As it shot past, the arrow took away a small piece of flesh from his arm, leaving the wound bloody and mangled.
Song Ci's brows knitted together, her face turning as pale as death. Just looking at it made her feel the pain; how much more so for the person injured?
Yet Song Zhiyuan, a man accustomed to great storms, showed no fear; apart from his slightly pale face, he didn't even blink, appearing unfazed by the ordeal.
A true hero, indeed!
Song Ci secretly sighed. Being a powerful minister with immense authority made him a target for many political enemies and assassins. Thus, high-ranking officials lived a dangerous life, uncertain when an assassination attempt might come!
