"Here, the arrow that wounded you, take a look and see if there are any useful clues."
Feng Jin handed the arrow from the desk to Ling Mohan. After pulling it out, she had kept it, thinking it might offer some clue.
Ling Mohan examined the arrow in his hand. It was entirely black, with no markings. It seemed this group of assassins had come prepared and had been thorough, leaving not a single trace.
"I can't tell much. Let's keep it for now. It might be useful someday."
With that, Ling Mohan handed the arrow back to Feng Jin, sighed softly, and closed his eyes again.
"I've temporarily kept news of your injury under wraps. What's your next step?"
"I'll feign illness and recuperate. Aren't the assassins trying to stop me from interfering? In that case, I'll grant their wish. Let Chu Chenyi handle the rest for now."
He was injured to this extent, and it was a good opportunity to rest and recover. As for other matters, he would let Chu Chenyi handle them for the time being. His good days were probably coming to an end.
Karma would turn; it was time for someone else to do the difficult work. He deserved some peace and comfort.
"Leaving everything to Chu Chenyi... is that wise?"
Feng Jin's tone was filled with worry. She genuinely doubted Chu Chenyi's ability to handle matters, especially now that Lin Yuwei was pregnant. She feared he might be distracted by other things and mess up the important tasks, leading to a complete failure and wasted effort.
"If he can't even handle this much, then he has no business competing for the throne. He might as well give up his prince's title and become a commoner."
He was confident in Chu Chenyi's abilities, especially concerning something this important. Chu Chenyi would surely not be slack in the slightest; there was no need to worry.
Ling Mohan reached out and held Feng Jin's hand, gently reassuring her, "Don't worry, everything will be fine. If you can't trust Ling Mohan, can't you trust me?"
The man's words eased some of Feng Jin's tension. A faint smile touched her lips. "Of course, I trust you. With you here, I feel very much at ease."
Feng Jin leaned against his side, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace. Only she knew how her heart had clenched when she saw Ling Mohan injured, and for a moment, even breathing felt painful.
It wasn't until she confirmed Ling Mohan was alright that her suspended heart finally settled.
"Rest for a while. I'll make you something light to eat when you wake up."
After ensuring Ling Mohan was settled, Feng Jin got up to leave. As she pushed open the door, she ran into Cai Qing, who was sobbing.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying so much? What happened?"
Feng Jin quickly held Cai Qing, wiping the tears from her face. What could have happened to make her cry like this?
Cai Qing rubbed her face haphazardly with her hand, clutching Feng Jin's hand tightly, and choked out, "Young Madam... Young Madam, Lu Shi has... has fainted again. Young Madam, please save him... save him."
"Don't worry, I'll go see."
Feng Jin's heart lurched. She hurried out.
Upon arrival, she immediately began to examine Lu Shi, placing her hand on his wrist.
"Young Madam, how is he? Will he... will he be alright?"
Cai Qing stood by, anxious as a cat on hot coals, her heart clenched tightly. She wrung her hands, which were covered in sweat, her gaze fixed on Lu Shi lying on the bed.
"He's fine... he just fainted from exhaustion. Let him sleep well. When he wakes up, give him some liquid food first. Don't let him eat too much. He fainted from overexertion, and eating too much will burden his stomach, which could cause problems."
"I've noted it all, Young Madam."
Only after confirming Lu Shi was out of danger did Cai Qing breathe a sigh of relief. It was all a false alarm.
"Take good care of him. I'm leaving now."
She was exhausted from the entire day, running between Ling Mohan and Lu Shi. Even a machine would break down. She truly didn't have the energy to care for Lu Shi anymore.
She had to leave it to Cai Qing. With Cai Qing's careful attention, there was nothing to worry about.
Feng Jin walked to the door. As if remembering something, she turned back to Cai Qing and said, "When Lu Shi wakes up, if he feels unwell, call me again."
"Yes, Young Madam, I've noted it all."
Cai Qing nodded solemnly, committing Feng Jin's words to memory. After seeing Feng Jin off, she returned to sit by Lu Shi's bedside.
Lu Shi slept for a good four to five hours before waking up. He blinked groggily, his thoughts gradually returning. He tried to push himself up.
As soon as he moved, Cai Qing, who had just returned to the room, pressed him back onto the bed. "You have injuries. Young Madam ordered that you must not move around and must rest well in bed."
"What about the Young General? How is the Young General?"
Lu Shi asked anxiously, eager to know how Ling Mohan was.
"The Young General is fine. He's out of danger. Young Madam is taking care of him, so don't worry. As for you, you've fainted twice now. You need to rest. Lie down quickly!"
Cai Qing helped Lu Shi back onto the bed and brought over the white porridge she had just prepared.
"Young Madam came to examine you earlier and said to give you liquid food first. Your stomach is too weak now to eat much. Just have a few bites to settle your stomach."
She carefully remembered Feng Jin's instructions and had only made white porridge for Lu Shi to eat simply.
"I'll do it myself."
As Lu Shi reached out to take the bowl, he accidentally pulled on his arm wound. His eyebrows immediately contorted in pain.
"Enough, stop pretending. I'll feed you."
Cai Qing fed Lu Shi a few mouthfuls. He was injured like this and still insisted on being stubborn.
Lu Shi stared at Cai Qing's fair face, lost in thought. When he met her gaze, he quickly averted his eyes, looking away somewhat flusteredly.
"Well... you should rest now. If there's nothing else, I'll be going back."
Cai Qing quickly stood up, placed the bowl on the desk, and was about to leave.