Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 44 - I Won’t Let You Go

He wondered, if he died here today, would she be sad?

Shiqi, however, misunderstood, thinking the Prince wanted him to find the Princess for help.

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By then, he had already forgotten how Qi Yu, a weak woman who knew no martial arts, could possibly overcome the people from Heifeng Hall.

But the situation was dire, and he had no choice but to clutch at straws.

Thus, Shiqi flew back all the way and finally brought Qi Yu here.

With lives at stake, Qi Yu didn’t beat around the bush and dragged the person straight into the space.

At present, Li Mingjue was seriously injured and nearly unconscious, lacking the time to notice how strange this all was.

Besides, both the cavern and the cliff above, where people waited to catch them in one net, were filled with too many unpredictable dangers.

Only by staying in the space were she and Li Mingjue safe.

In the space, there were only a heap of medicines and not even a place to lie down.

Qi Yu quickly pushed the medicines together, cleared a clean spot, and then brought over a few mats to set up a makeshift infirmary.

Usually imposing in stature, the man now lay weak and devoid of strength, making him easy for Qi Yu to place upon the mats.

She concentrated on Li Mingjue’s wounds, her brow fiercely furrowed.

She had seen patients before who were so injured that not a single part of their body was intact, even those who escaped from fires with charred bodies.

At those times, she never frowned, calmly beginning treatment, her heart and eyes solely focused on how to save the person.

But now, just looking at Li Mingjue’s purplish lips and his face so pale it was nearly transparent, her heart gave a sharp wrench.

After removing his armor, the white shirt underneath was already dyed with the fresh red of his continually bleeding wounds.

To Qi Yu, it seemed particularly glaring.

“How could you be so badly hurt?” she murmured in a low voice, overflowing with heartache.

But she knew that now wasn’t the time for sorrow or tears, she must muster up strength to save him.

To spare him more suffering, Qi Yu administered an anesthetic directly.

Then she carefully treated his wounds one by one, not stopping until the stab wound in his shoulder blade was properly bandaged before she allowed herself to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

After an indeterminate length of time, as the effects of the anesthesia began to fade, Li Mingjue slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the person kneeling before him, his lips moved slightly.

Qi Yu moistened his lips with a cotton swab and spoke in a low voice, “You can’t talk right now.”

Li Mingjue’s weary gaze clung to her, as though he was afraid this was just a dream.

Qi Yu took his pulse for him; the sword indeed was poisoned, but the poison hadn’t spread, and since she had sprinkled medicine on the wound when she bandaged it, there was no longer any serious danger.

However, he was now as fragile as a porcelain doll, and Qi Yu’s movements had to be as light as possible, fearing that any more pressure might crush him.

She injected a needle into his uninjured left arm, and through his faint expressions, Qi Yu could tell that he was thinking about something.

She said, “This is for tetanus, so your wound won’t get infected.”

As for the room full of magical items and her mysterious origins,

they would wait until he regained consciousness to discuss them.

After the injection, Li Mingjue drifted back to sleep again, feeling groggy.

Qi Yu stood up, picked more than a dozen Chinese herbs, took out a small stove, and went to a more distant place to prepare medicine for him.

Her nerves had been on edge all day, climbing cliffs and saving lives, so she was also a bit tired.

She fanned the fire in the stove and leaned against the wall to fall asleep.

When the scent of the medicine filled the air, a bitter fragrance awakening the person on the mat, Qi Yu was still asleep.

Li Mingjue felt much better; not only was there no pain, his strength was also slowly returning.

He lay on the mat, looking around curiously at this amazing place.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the place where Qi Yu often fetched some strange treasures.

It was also the place she had disappeared to last time.

This place was about the size of a room, surrounded by all sorts of herbs.

There were some he recognized and some he had never seen before.

Though Li Mingjue had long suspected Qi Yu’s background was unusual, this scene still shocked him.

Qi Yu was even more mysterious than he had imagined.

Moreover, before he woke up, he was lying in a cave.

After awakening, he found himself in this magical place.

Li Mingjue turned his head and looked at the person sleeping with her face propped up, a deep tenderness surfacing in his eyes.

He had been raised in the deep palace, and although he was favored by Li Tianze and the Noble Consort, the Imperial Palace was always a place that devoured people without spitting out their bones.

He appeared to be in a glorious position, but in reality, what difference was there from ordinary servants?

He lived every day on tenterhooks, fearing any carelessness might plunge him into an irreversible disaster.

Li Ming’an had been contending with him for so many years.

When he encountered an ambush this time, he wasn’t surprised and had been prepared for it.

However, he didn’t expect that Li Ming’an would bring so many people, determined to kill him there.

After a chaotic battle, he was outnumbered and was forced over to the edge of the cliff.

At that moment, with dangers in front and behind, every direction seemed to lead to a dead end.

Jumping off the cliff still offered a slim chance of survival, but if he stayed and fought alone, he would certainly be doomed.

Huxi Cliff concealed many dangers, but unexpectedly, it allowed him to find a way to live.

The cave was extremely hidden, and Li Ming’an’s men couldn’t get there for a while.

As long as his own people found him first, he could survive.

The only surprise was that Qi Yu came to rescue him.

Recalling the gentle yet firm words, his heart crumbled, and a heart as hard as eternal ice had early melted into a pool of spring water, flowing entirely toward the person who had saved him twice.

When they first met, in the dark tomb, Li Mingjue was not fond of the noisy woman.

At that time, all he thought was that once the poison in his body was cured, he must send away this person of mysterious origins.

But now, in this cramped space, he steadfastly watched over her as she slept, and his heart was thinking,

I won’t let you go.