Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Looking at the unconscious Chang Qing, Ye Fuheng reached out and gently held her waist, his brows furrowed, and the anxiety and worry in his eyes became more intense.

After the carriage stopped, Ye Fuheng carried Chang Qing out of the carriage. The blood flowing from his body dyed Chang Qing's clothes red, which was very conspicuous under the bright cold moon.

"Miss!" Qiuqiu's pupils suddenly dilated and she exclaimed.

"What have you done to my young lady?"

Seeing Chang Qing with his eyes closed and face as pale as a ghost being held by Ye Fuheng, Qiu Qiu's previous fear of Ye Fuheng disappeared at this moment, and she was about to snatch Chang Qing away with the whip.

Her almond eyes were slightly cold and fierce: "What did the young lady do wrong that you tortured her like this? Are you going to drive her crazy before you stop?"

Qiuqiu's face was full of murderous intent. There was a sound as the whip passed through the air. Nan'an stopped him. Ye Fuheng didn't even stop and carried Changqing towards the mansion.

Nan An clenched the whip in his right hand and gently pulled it forward, causing Qiuqiu to almost fall to the ground: "Miss Qiuqiu, you should calm down. The blood on the princess's clothes may look scary, but it belongs to the prince."

He could see clearly that the prince's face was extremely pale, and there was a tear in his clothes above his chest. Blood was gushing out and staining the princess's clothes red.

Seeing Qiuqiu in a daze, Nan'an silently let go of her hand, turned around, walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped. His voice seemed to blend into the night: "It's snowing heavily outside, you should go into the mansion, young lady."

Ye Fuheng has always had a strong possessiveness. Even though he was seriously injured and lost too much blood, he would not allow anyone to touch Chang Qing. He managed to carry the man to the couch with just one breath.

He looked at Chang Qing for two seconds, and Qiu Qiu's words kept ringing in his ears: Do you want to drive her crazy before you give up?

Driving you crazy?

Oh, he had already gone mad and was an out-and-out villain. She should have come to accompany him so that he wouldn't feel that the world was too dark and desolate.

Ye Fuheng closed his eyes slightly, and the whole scene of soldiers breaking into Ye's mansion appeared in his mind. There were screams all around. They looked at him with disgust in their eyes, as if he had done something unforgivable.

He was only seven years old at that time. He watched his father being beheaded. The executioner, with his upper body naked, sprayed a mouthful of wine on the knife. The cold knife was so dazzling in the sun that it hurt people's eyes. Then a streak of bright red was sprinkled in the air, splashing the executioner's rough and cruel face. His mother reached out to cover his eyes.

His mother usually paid the most attention to her makeup and demeanor, but now she looked in a mess. She held his hand and stumbled forward. Later, his mother became seriously ill, but the servant ran away with the life-saving money. He just watched his mother die in front of his eyes.

Later, when he was about to be beaten to death, the little girl in red clothes stood in front of him, asked him if his name was Ye Fuheng, and then took him back to the mansion.

She saved him just because he was who he was.

Even if it was just because his father and Zhifu were good friends, it was because his name was Ye Fuheng that she appeared in front of him like that and stretched out her hand to him who was so filthy.

Later, he entered the court, took every step carefully, and climbed up by any means necessary, eventually becoming a high-ranking official.

In the past few years, Ye Fuheng's hands were stained with blood. Those who deserved to die or those who stood in his way, he solved them all without even blinking an eye, secretly designing solutions.

He was really difficult to deal with, so he ordered Nan'an Xiwang and others to assassinate him. All the people in the capital knew that anyone who went against him would have a bad ending. They all knew that he was cold-blooded and ruthless. Even those court ministers were afraid of him and tried their best to please him. Ye Fuheng did not feel any pleasure in his heart when he saw this, but instead felt very angry.

He openly used the name Ye Fuheng, and within just a few years, these people had forgotten the tragedy of the Ye family. He eventually helped the Ye family overturn the case and cleared his father's name.

For Ye Fuheng, as long as the goal can be achieved, everything can be abandoned, except for one person.

Since she helped him when he was a child, she shouldn't abandon him now.

Ye Fuheng's body swayed, but he finally couldn't hold on and fell down. His face, which had lost blood, was not as fierce and intimidating as before, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

As early as when Ye Fuheng entered the mansion, someone went to invite Xu Qingchen. When Xu Qingchen arrived with his medicine box on his back, this was what he saw.

Xu Qingchen quickly put the medicine box on the table.

"Hurry up and lift the prince to the bed."

He was on duty today and saw the people from the Regent's Palace were in a hurry. He asked for details, but the servant didn't know. Xu Qingchen thought something had happened to the princess. When he arrived and saw Ye Fuheng covered in blood, he was really shocked.

The servants had bitter expressions on their faces: "Sir, this cannot be moved. The prince is unconscious and still holding the princess's hand."

Hearing this, Xu Qingchen looked at Ye Fuheng, and noticed that his left hand was tightly clasping Chang Qing, as if he was afraid that the girl in front of him would run away. This state also showed Ye Fuheng's paranoia.

Even if she was seriously injured and unconscious, he would not allow the girl to escape from him.

In fact, before Xu Qingchen arrived, the servants tried every way to pry Ye Fuheng's hands apart, but failed. They were also afraid that too much movement would hurt his wound. After Nan'an helped Ye Fuheng stop the bleeding, no one dared to move.

This made Xu Qingchen feel a little embarrassed. Ye Fuheng's body was facing inward with his back to the outside, so the wound could not be treated at all.

At this time, Chang Qing slowly opened her eyes, without any trace of weakness. She glanced at Ye Fuheng indifferently, turned her hands lightly, and easily broke free from Ye Fuheng's restraints.

However, Ye Fuheng's finger was broken.

She got out of bed barefoot, her ink-stained black hair scattered on her shoulders, and large bloodstains bloomed on her clothes, making the dim room look even more creepy.

"Okay, help the prince to bed, Lord Xu. The rest is up to you. Please make sure to cure the prince."

Chang Qing's tone was slightly gentle, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at Ye Fuheng.

Also, he has the same paranoia as Ye Fuheng.

Her eyes were so dark that it was hard to read them, and only her rouge-colored lips stood out against the paleness. Now, with such tenderness, her cold and broken face had a bit of human appeal.

When everyone came to their senses, they didn't know how Chang Qing got off the bed by herself, and they couldn't figure out how she broke free from the prince's hand, so they hurriedly pushed Ye Fuheng onto the bed.

"Hey, slow down, be careful with your wound."

Xu Qingchen looked at them fumbling around and couldn't help but speak out. Nan'an pushed everyone away and picked up Ye Fuheng.

When he saw that Ye Fuheng's fingers were a little abnormal, his eyes paused for a moment and then returned to normal. He gently put the man down. After putting Ye Fuheng down, he left the room without saying a word.