The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 112 - 75: The Ruse of the Self-Inflicted Injury

Ye Qichi indeed fell into a deep slumber.

Due to excessive blood loss, her body was also slightly weak.

So, in her dazed state, she obtained a Death Exemption Token, unsure whether to laugh or laugh, or should she laugh?!

She opened her eyes.

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The candlelight illuminated the entire palace, yet it was eerily quiet.

"Princess," a sobbing voice echoed in her ear.

Ye Qichi saw Lu You, somewhat surprised.

Shouldn’t this be taking place in the Imperial Palace?!

Lu You, noticing Ye Qichi’s confusion, hurriedly explained, "Princess, it was the Prince who ordered someone to bring this servant into the palace. The Prince said you were injured and had this servant come to take care of you."

Xiao Jinxing still has a bit of a conscience.

Ye Qichi moved her body slightly.

"Princess, don’t move. Just now, the Imperial Physician informed this servant that the Princess’ injury is severe, almost reaching the heart, and insisted that the Princess must lie in bed to recuperate properly. If the wound accidentally bursts open, it could be life-threatening," Lu You said anxiously.

Her eyes reddening as she spoke.

It always felt like the Princess had been beset by one misfortune after another, especially upon each entry into the palace.

Never had she walked out unscathed.

Thinking of this, Lu You couldn’t help but feel miserable and said, "Princess, can you not enter the palace again in the future? Every time you enter, you get injured; I truly fear one day after you enter, this servant will no longer be able to see you..."

As she spoke, tears began to flow.

Ye Qichi could feel that this time the injury was not trivial.

But after a sleep’s rest, she had at least recovered by fifty percent.

However, just a slight twist of her body caused some pain, so she obediently lay still in bed.

At this moment, hearing Lu You’s words, she also felt somewhat melancholic.

In the past, when reading novels or watching TV dramas, she could never understand why imperial palace intrigues were so cutthroat, why the heroine had to live so cautiously as if struggling to survive every day!

Now she finally understood. Even as a person trained for all manners of death in the apocalypse, had it not been for her unique constitution, she might have died hundreds of times over.

Ye Qichi once again solidified her resolve to stay far away from court politics and palace intrigue.

Someday, she will retire completely unscathed.

"Reporting to Princess Chen, Princess Hezhen requests an audience," a palace maid suddenly announced from behind the screen.

Ye Qichi frowned.

Princess Hezhen is coming to see her?!

And where had Xiao Jinxing gone?!

Upon hearing the announcement, Lu You hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"Let Princess Hezhen enter," Ye Qichi ordered.

"Yes."

Soon thereafter.

Xiao Hezhen, along with her personal palace maid, appeared by Ye Qichi’s bedside. Having shed her grand attire from earlier in the day, she now wore a chest-baring, floor-length dress covered by a light orange chiffon shawl. Her black hair, pinned up with a simple hairpin leaving a few strands gracefully trailing behind, was lightly adorned with makeup. Her face radiant like a lotus, she appeared more delicate and soft than when she was last seen.

"Hezhen pays her respects to sister-in-law," greeted Xiao Hezhen.

"Princess, there is no need for formalities," Ye Qichi responded, attempting to rise.

"Sister-in-law, please don’t move," Xiao Hezhen hurried forward to stop her, "You are seriously injured; you’d better lie down. Hezhen is here to see how you are and also to bring you some nourishing soup, not to trouble you."

"You’ve gone to such trouble so late, Princess," Ye Qichi acknowledged.

"You can just call me Hezhen," said Xiao Hezhen.

Ye Qichi, not standing on ceremony, replied, "Hezhen."

"Mm," Xiao Hezhen smiled faintly, her fondness for Ye Qichi evident as she said, "Yue Ying, help me bring the nourishing soup over."

"Yes," Yue Ying, the palace maid, promptly took the prepared nourishing soup from the bamboo basket and handed it to Xiao Hezhen.

"I don’t know how to thank you, sister-in-law, so I asked the Palace Attendant to prepare some nourishing soup for you to drink. Please don’t take offense," Xiao Hezhen said, getting ready to personally feed Ye Qichi.

Ye Qichi looked at the nourishing soup before her.

The soup was richly aromatic and tempting.

But.

Ye Qichi smiled gently, "Hezhen, your thoughtfulness is appreciated, and of course, I don’t mind at all. It’s just that I’ve already had some porridge just now, and the Imperial Physician has advised me to keep my diet light for a few days. I’m afraid I can only accept your kind intentions in spirit."

It was a tactful refusal.

Xiao Hezhen swiftly said, "If sister-in-law can’t take it, then don’t force yourself, this was thoughtless of Hezhen."

"It is I who have let Hezhen down," Ye Qichi responded.

"Sister-in-law, don’t say that. If it weren’t for your courageous actions today, Hezhen really doesn’t know what would have happened at the hairpin ceremony. If anything untoward had happened to the Empress mother, both my mother, myself, and even my younger brother would have been implicated. Hezhen is endlessly grateful to you."