The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

“Dead body! Aa ...

Song Qichuan raised his head and screamed to the sky.

Chu Yizhao couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him, which made Song Qichuan's face crooked.

A general who killed countless people in his previous life,

Why are you pretending to be a little white rabbit?

Deserve a beating.

After being beaten, Song Qichuan covered his face and behaved himself. He stood aside obediently and watched Chu Yizhao squat down to check the body that he had just stepped on.

The dense vegetation was pulled aside, revealing a filthy female corpse lying inside, with dried dark purple blood all over her body.

She was wearing one embroidered shoe on her foot, and no one knew where the other one had gone. Only a cotton sock was left, and the torn thread was covered in blood.

The corpse's long, messy hair covered its face, and its exposed hands were white and smooth, with gold threads gleaming at the cuffs.

He comes from a good family.

Chu Yizhao checked his breathing.

"A step late"

"Late?" Song Qichuan was puzzled. "If it was earlier, he would be able to survive?"

Chu Yizhao stood up and said, "Maybe"

The spotted pear snake likes to eat carrion and warm blood. Dying people or wild animals with residual warmth on their bodies are their favorite food.

Since those two snakes appeared here, there must be some dying creatures nearby.

If it is a wild beast in the mountains, it will be full of treasures and you can pick up some.

If you are a hunter villager, saving a life is considered a good deed.

I didn't expect she was a woman from a wealthy family.

Chu Yizhao showed pity on his face, "It looks like someone was chasing him and threw him here."

The body was deep in the bushes and would hardly be discovered by anyone except those collecting herbs or cutting down trees.

Song Qichuan raised his head and echoed without any emotion, "How miserable!"

"Buried her?"

"Don't do it yet"

Chu Yizhao glanced at the female corpse on the ground and instructed Song Qichuan, "Go and remove the gold thread on her cuffs and the pearls on her shoes. They look good and should be worth some money."

When Song Qichuan heard this, his expression almost collapsed. "You want a dead person's money? Weren't you feeling sorry for her just now?"

"Can't we spend the money of a dead person? This pearl of hers is enough to support Uncle Wang at the end of the street to sell wontons for ten years. Doesn't Uncle Wang feel sorry for her?"

Chu Yizhao urged, "If you don't manage a household, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. Hurry up and get to work!"

Song Qichuan looked grim, but he still did as he was told. He undid the corpse's clothes, making a rustling sound.

A thin golden thread came out from his sleeve, but the end got hooked on his clothes. He reached out to pull it, but accidentally touched the wrist of the corpse, which trembled slightly. He was so scared that he suddenly retracted his hand...

"What are you doing? Why are you taking so long?" Chu Yizhao saw that he was in a daze, and his face was paler than the female corpse's hand.

Song Qichuan looked up at Chu Yizhao with trembling eyes, "She seems to be still alive..."

alive?

Chu Yizhao frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I just felt her pulse."

Chu Yizhao squatted down again and pressed directly on Qingbai's wrist.

It took a long time for the thin skin to gather for the first time.

It was so subtle that it seemed like it was missed in a breath.

Chu Yizhao concluded, "Alive"

"It's just the same as death."

Chu Yizhao glanced at the gold thread and pearls in Song Qichuan's hand and sighed silently.

This woman has a long and blessed life, and even God is on her side.

"Take that piece of Ganoderma lucidum, break off a piece and put it in her mouth. Whether she can survive depends on fate..."

In the dense forest of the western suburbs, two people entered and three people left.

Chu Yizhao led the way, Song Qichuan carried the woman on his back and hung a backpack in front, walking and stopping from time to time.

The days are short in autumn. When we reached the mountainside, the sun was about to set. At this rate, we might not be able to get down the mountain before sunset...

There is nothing wrong with spending the night in the mountains. I also lived in the mountains when I was collecting herbs when I was young. But Qiaoyu is still waiting at the foot of the mountain. If she can't wait for them, she must be anxious.

Just as he was thinking, a group of people appeared on the winding mountain road. As soon as the leader turned into Chu Yizhao's field of vision, he shouted,

"Miss Chu!"

"Lu Feng?" Chu Yizhao was surprised. "Why are you here?"

Lu Feng trotted up the stone steps in two or three steps and took the backpack from Chu Yizhao.

"When the prince woke up and knew that you had gone into the mountains, he was a little worried, so he asked his subordinates to come and take a look... What is this?"

He looked at the woman on Song Qichuan's back with a questioning look.

"Oh... I found it when picking herbs. It was still breathing. I thought of taking it back to see if I could save it," Chu Yizhao explained.

Several guards behind came forward and took the backpack and the woman from Song Qichuan.

Lu Feng said, "The girl is really kind-hearted."

Song Qichuan rubbed his sore shoulders and didn't want to talk.

She is not kind-hearted.

She took the money but didn't do anything for fear that the other person would come back to look for her in his dreams at midnight.

With help, the journey down the mountain became faster.

Chu Yizhao asked as he walked, "Is your Highness feeling better?"

"I woke up in the afternoon, still feeling a little dizzy"

I woke up in the afternoon.

Lu Feng is here now.

Did you go to find her as soon as you woke up?

Chu Yizhao didn't say anything and walked faster.

The dim clouds dyed the sky red, the coldness grew deeper, and after the last ray of afterglow was swallowed up by the horizon, the group reached the foot of the mountain.

Qiaoyu was waiting with her cloak in her hand. When she saw someone, she bowed to the man standing next to her and ran over.

"Miss, why did you come down just now? If it weren't for Lord Lu coming to look for you, I would have been so anxious that I would have died."

The moon-white cape was draped over her body, the brocade embroidery was delicate and appropriate to the scene, and the meaning of Chu was clear.

"I met someone on the mountain and was delayed for a while"

"Your subordinate pays respect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The sound of Lu Feng's salute was heard not far away. Chu Yizhao's first reaction was that Wei Xingli had arrived, but when he looked over he realized it was Wei Xingche.

Why is he here...

Qiao Yu whispered in her ear, "Prince Liang passed by here two incense sticks ago. He knew Chang Nian and asked a few questions. He knew that the young lady was on the mountain, so he waited here."

"Meet the Prince"

Wei Xingche seemed very surprised by Lu Feng's appearance. When Chu Yizhao went over to pay his respects, the surprise on his face had not yet completely subsided.

"Miss Amin, you don't have to be so polite."

He wanted to ask something, but stopped talking when the words came to his lips.

He just stared at Chu Yizhao for a few seconds, with a smile in his eyes.

"We haven't seen each other since I recovered from my injury. I didn't expect to meet here. It's really fate."

The golden words made Chu Yizhao lose his favorable impression of Prince Liang's Mansion.

However, Wei Xingche had taken in Huaichun and the other two before, so for their sake, she gave them a few cold words of advice.

"The scars on the surface will disappear in two or three months. The prince has lost too much blood, so he needs to take good care of his internal vitality. Reading, writing, and traveling are all very stressful, so you should do it in moderation."

Wei Xingche's smile deepened, and his handsome features became softer. "I've always kept Miss A-Ming's words in my heart."

"Take it as a guideline"

The man's voice was deep and mellow, like the rich and lingering aroma of aged wine. He was obviously two years younger than Wei Xingli, but he had a mature and hoarse voice.

"That's not the case..."

"Is there anything else, Prince? If not, I have to go back and save people."

Chu Yizhao pointed at the female "corpse" that had just been put into the carriage.

Wei Xingli had just seen that person and knew who she was talking about. He did not turn around, but a hint of disappointment flashed through his eyes.

"So fast…"

"What?" Chu Yizhao didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing." Wei Xingche was a little flustered, but calmed down after a moment and said, "I have heard about the Marquis's Mansion. Are you feeling better? Do you want to come to Prince Liang's Mansion to play for a few days? Father and sister miss you very much. I haven't thanked you properly for my sister's matter. I..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and Chu Yizhao became more and more annoyed as he listened.

"Your Highness, has anyone ever told you that you shouldn't keep mentioning things that you can't do? You'll be like a heartless person and make people hate you for nothing..."

She didn't even say hello, but took two quick steps past Wei Xingche, got on the carriage, and urged Chang Nian to hurry up.

The moon-white cloak flew across the air, quick and impatient.

Lu Feng was very happy to see Wei Xingche being humiliated. With his sharp eyes, he could tell at a glance that this man had bad intentions.

Fortunately, King Xiang was interested, but the goddess was ruthless.

Miss Chu only loves his son~

He didn't show it on his face, and he bowed and said goodbye with a serious face.

The clatter of the carriage's hooves raised dust, and Wei Xingche was still standing there in a daze. When the servant saw that everyone had left and the prince hadn't returned, he hurried over to ask him,

"Your Highness, what happened?"

Wei Xingche stared at the car in the distance and murmured, "She said I was a heartless man..."

...

"This is really..."

Chu Yizhao looked at the woman on the bed, feeling absurd, shocked and angry.

How could it be her? !

Huaichun held a basin filled with water and a bloody handkerchief. She walked to Chu Yizhao at a loss.

"Miss...how could it be Princess Qianyang?"

Huaichun suspected that he had seen it wrong, so he wiped it twice. The woman's pale face was almost wiped bloody by her, but her facial features remained the same.

It was getting late, Chu Yizhao frowned, "Go to the Yue Palace tomorrow to inform His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

No wonder Qian Yang didn’t show up yet, even Wei Xingli’s spies couldn’t see him.

It turned out that something had happened.

How could a princess of noble birth be left dead in the wild?