Before she could finish, Jin Zhou quickly strode out. He did not want to save his father, he wanted his father dead! Then he will be able to succeed the throne!
With this great boon in mind, he tossed aside his brother and brought all his guards away, ignoring Jin Ming’s pitiful cries at the side of the bed. At this moment, his face was pale as a sheet. To think that Jin Zhou did not bother to call him a physician, but to instead vent his anger out on Jin Yun before that!
But it makes sense. What they did in the cold palace was not honorable at all!
Gong Yimo turned to Jin Ming’s few remaining guards and said, “What are you still standing around for? He’s in so much pain his mind is muddled. What are you going to do if anything happens? Are you all waiting for his brain to spoil?”
The guards finally sobered up. As for messing with Jin Yun, or to capture Gong Yimo…Sorry, they hardly thought of it!
Have you ever seen anyone saved from a dead end with just a few words? Not only did she rescue the second prince, but without even raising a hand, her aura in itself was shocking enough for anyone to tell she was an amazing character! Small fry like them? Forget it!
Gong Yimo could finally breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, Yun Jin suddenly jumped over as if she had been woken up from a dream. Shaking, she touched her son’s face and cried with a teary face.
“Are you okay? Your mother is useless…Your mother has wronged you!”
If this was the usual, Jin Yun would definitely try incessantly to comfort her. But right now, kneeling on the ground, he was hugging Gong Yimo’s hand, making it so she had to speak while crouching this whole time.
She sighed and glared at the listless Jin Yun, grumbling, “My hand’s going to be crippled if you don’t let go. Also, I won’t be able to marry if it leaves a scar!”
When she spoke, Jin Yun finally raised his head to look deeply in her eyes.
Traces of blood still covered his face, but his eyes were bright. His mouth moved. He had wanted to say—If you can’t marry, then I will marry you.
But thinking about it…What rights did a useless man like him have to say those words to her? She had saved him so many times!
Only then did he sigh and let go of Gong Yimo’s hand. He saw her take out a bottle of ointment and quickly took it from her, helping her apply it.
His movements were so very soft as he cleaned her wounds as if he was holding a precious treasure. And throughout this entire process, he remained kneeling.
