After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

"There's no medicine left. There's nothing we can do about the pain. Just bear with it for now."

Rong Yan sat up straight, "I'm fine."

Tang Mumu felt that he was just holding on. The sword had already penetrated his shoulder, so how could he be okay?

"Let me ask you, when you were in the Lin Mansion, why did you say that you hoped that Lord Lin could enjoy the happiness of family life one day? Did you do something to save his family? But aren't his family members in the hands of Prince Shun's men? If Lord Lin tells the truth, they will probably have no chance of survival."

Tang Mumu looked listless. She didn't understand why Prince Shun wanted to involve Lord Lin's family. Couldn't he just get what he wanted on his own? Why did he have to use his family to threaten Lin Qingyuan? He was simply a complete villain.

It was only today that she realized that the strange fragrance she and Achu smelled that day was used to hasten the onset of the snake spirit poison in Lin Qingyuan's body. Lord Lin knew from the beginning that he did not have much time left, so he chose to tell them the truth without hesitation.

Rong Yan glanced at the heavy rain outside. He hadn't received any news from Xuan Qi for three days. Perhaps something unexpected had happened to the plan, or perhaps the people in the Lin Mansion had really died long ago.

"Why aren't you talking? I'm talking to you." Tang Mumu gave one of the baked cakes to Rong Yan, who took it, tore off a piece and put it in his mouth. It clearly had no taste, but he still felt a refreshing fragrance on his tongue.

"I did send people to rescue Lord Lin's family, but we haven't received any news yet. Perhaps they...are really dead."

"It's okay. No news is good news. Maybe the people you sent out have taken them to a safe place. We just need to take care of ourselves."

Rong Yan ate only a little and couldn't eat anymore. The wound on his shoulder hurt so much that he almost couldn't help groaning. Tang Mumu finished the whole pancake and felt only three-quarters full. Seeing Rong Yan holding the pancake but not eating it, he became interested.

"Are you not hungry? If you are not hungry, give me the bread. I am not full."

"Here you go." Rong Yan handed the cake to Tang Mumu and closed his eyes to rest for a while. When Tang Mumu saw his appearance, the cake in his hand no longer smelled good and he quickly squatted over to check the wound on his shoulder.

Tang Mumu directly tore off the clothes on Rong Yan's shoulders. He wanted to stop her, but he no longer had the strength to do so.

"Your wound has turned black. The sword is poisonous. Are you poisoned? That's why the bleeding from the wound has not stopped and now the blood has turned black."

Tang Mumu no longer had the heart to eat the cake. She pulled up her skirt and tore off a relatively clean piece of cloth to wipe the black blood around Rong Yan's wound.

"No, you can't hold on any longer like this."

Tang Mumu was so anxious that she was spinning. She didn't have any medicine now, and it was raining so heavily. Even if she wanted to take him to see a doctor, she couldn't do it. Moreover, there were assassins following them step by step. They were now in danger.

Rong Yan opened his eyes and saw Tang Mumu's anxious look. He touched her head with his uninjured hand and said weakly, "Don't worry, it just hurts a little. You will be fine after a good night's sleep."

"You're in this state and you still want to lie to me that you're fine. Are you sick? Didn't you curse and kill me before? What do you mean now? Are you afraid that I'll worry or because you feel guilty?"

"Rong Yan, don't worry. You got hurt because of me. I won't let anything happen to you. Don't be afraid."

Tang Mumu seemed to have made up her mind and pulled out the soft sword from Rong Yan's waist. Rong Yan was about to ask her what she was going to do when he saw her cut her wrist with the soft sword. Before he could react, Tang Mumu had already put her wrist to Rong Yan's mouth.

As the fishy and sweet taste entered his mouth, Rong Yan stepped back as fast as he could. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was terrified.

"Tang Mumu, are you crazy? What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? It's all wasted. Do you know how precious my blood is? If you weren't injured because of me, I wouldn't be willing to give it to you. Hurry up. If you dare to waste any more, I'll kill you first."

Tang Mumu put his wrist close to Rong Yan's mouth again and pressed his acupoints in advance. Even if Rong Yan wanted to escape, he couldn't. He was terrified and Tang Mumu fed him a mouthful of blood. His eyes were sore.

After about half a cup of tea, Tang Mumu felt that the blood volume was enough, so she withdrew her hand. She waited for Rong Yan to swallow the blood in his mouth before she untied the acupoints.

"Tang Mumu, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?" Although he admitted that he was a demon who killed people without blinking an eye, he also didn't like drinking blood. In his eyes, Tang Mumu was like a madman at this moment.

Tang Mumu cut another piece of cloth to bandage the wound, but she had just cut her right hand and it was difficult to bandage her left hand. After trying twice without success, Tang Mumu gave up decisively, put her wrist in front of Rong Yan, and threw the strip of cloth to him.

"I can't wrap it well with my left hand, can you help me?"

Looking at the blood oozing out of the wound, Rong Yan frowned fiercely, but finally he silently picked up the cloth strip to bandage her wound. During this time, he inadvertently rolled up his sleeves and saw the fine and dense scars on Tang Mumu's forearm.

"What happened to your injuries?"

Tang Mumu glanced at it casually and said nonchalantly: "Some of them were cut by me, and some were cut by Master. They were either for experiments or to save people. It's okay. They are all healed now."

In fact, some people did this for the purpose of breeding even more powerful Gu, but Rong Yan couldn't know about this, so Tang Mumu deliberately didn't say anything.

This was the so-called master she mentioned. If he had not checked, he would have suspected that the person in front of him was not Tang Mumu at all.

What Rong Yan didn't know was that before he asked the people from Tianji Pavilion to start the investigation, someone had already made complete preparations. No matter how he investigated, there was only one result, and that was that the person standing in front of him now was the real second lady of the Tang family.

"Why on earth have you changed so much? I don't recognize you at all anymore."

"What did you say?"

Tang Mumu was busy blowing on her wound and didn't hear what Rong Yan was muttering.

"Nothing. Does your blood really have any effect?"

"That's because you don't know how precious my blood is. Even my master is reluctant to use my blood casually. You don't know that my master has soaked me in medicine jars and poison jars since I was a child. Anyway, in the end, I developed such powerful blood. My master said that my blood can cure all kinds of poisons. Ordinary poisons are useless to me."

"Actually, you shouldn't have taken the sword blow for me. This poison can't hurt me at all, but it's different for you."

One moment he was boasting complacently about how precious his blood was, and the next moment he had a look of guilt on his face. Rong Yan was a little uncomfortable with this change.

"Just consider it as a way to repay you for your hard work and care along the way."

He saw everything Tang Mumu did along the way, and perhaps he should reconsider the relationship between them.

"These are all trivial matters. No matter what, we are a team. It is my duty to take care of you. Just don't strangle me to death at every turn in the future."

"I was wrong before, I apologize."