The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 122 – Infuriated to the point of discarding all rational thoughts (8)

Chapter 122 – Infuriated to the point of discarding all rational thoughts (8)
Unless one had a heavenly treasure that could move him, such as the precious and rare Primeval Pill Recipes, getting him to act would be, difficult… extremely difficult.
If his highness Prince Jin’s name was used to accomplish this… no, it would be inappropriate. He would not even dignify to the King’s request with an answer, much less entertain His Highness Prince Jin. Not to mention, with so many enemies out there after His Highness Prince Jin’s life, if the news of his Highness’s injury were to leak out, that would far from being good!
If it was in the capital, Prince Jin’s manor had countless rare treasures. But here in the Nanming Prefecture, the treasures that could be counted were far from sufficient.
Steward Xu’s heart was anxious and apprehensive, yet he could only retrieve the most precious treasures from within the warehouse. He left in a hurry with an escort party towards the Apothecary’s estate.
Su Luo tailed after Ling Feng in the direction he flew with a surprisingly fast speed.
When she arrived, she saw two rows of uniformed guards outside the room. Every one of them bore a similar expression and movements; solemn, majestic, their imposing manner was intimidating and emitted a fully oppressive atmosphere.
Su Luo was stopped outside the door.
Ling Feng hollered out. “Throw her in here!”
Even though Ling Feng was very worried, he had not completely lost his mind yet. Although he was very unwilling to let Su Luo near his own master, it was already obvious that only with her around, would his Highness fight to live.
Such a discovery would drive people mad! Accordingly, Ling Feng had become so depressed that he started to pull out his own hair!
Su Luo completely was unaware of Ling Feng’s inner conflict. When she entered, she discovered that Ling Feng had already placed Nangong Liuyun in bed.
On the sickbed, Nangong Liuyun’s eyes were tightly closed.
His eyes when open were sharp and abstruse, cold and steady; but now they were tightly shut. Despite his vulnerability, his current appearance still gave off a strong enough aura to make people tremble with fear.
His red lips were alluring and formed a picturesque face that could grace a painting.
Hot, fresh blood dyed his white robe, and the outside of his cheeks, from his neck down, was dotted with bloodstains.
The him right now, although frail and pale, still leaked out the same formidable domineering air as before.
“You do it!” Ling Feng’s hands held a piece of embroidered cloth, and, with a with a trace of anger, he tossed it to Su Luo.
His highness Prince Jin was very mysophobia. Even though he had followed at his highness’s side for more than ten years, he still had to maintain a distance of one meter from his highness’s body. Just now, when he carried his highness inside, it was due to a moment of desperation and because he saw no other option.
However, this evildoer, Su Luo, was different. His Highness would probably be more than eager to have her get closer to him, right?! Ling Feng hatefully thought.
Su Luo held the soft, clean towel and slowly walked to Nangong Liuyun’s side. Sitting by his bedside, she silently gazed at him.
The ever noble, conceited and icily-cold Highness Prince Jin now appeared to be painfully suffering in a deep abyss. He appeared to be very pitiable and his current condition could not help but make people’s hearts soften.
Her cool, jade-like slender fingers brushed away a few strands of hair on his forehead and delicately, using the soft towel, wiped clean, centimeter by centimeter, the blood that covered his skin. That pure white jade like radiant skin, little by little regained its glittering splendor in the wake of her towel.
But, he remained unconscious, and his body was like an block of shifting ice, entirely stiff as iron and continuously shivering. As if he was so cold, he could pass away at any moment.
“Why has the Apothecary not come yet?! His Highness can’t hold on any longer!” Ling Feng was so worried that both his eyes became red. He then resolutely spoke to Su Luo, “Take good care of His Highness! I’ll go out return quickly!”
He said what he needed to say, and without waiting for Su Luo’s reply, his silhouette had already disappeared from where he was standing.
Su Luo secretly reasoned that, Ling Feng was an expert, and not just any expert; but one who was second only to Nangong Liuyun.
Suddenly, she felt something lock around her hand. Looking down once more, she discovered Nangong Liuyun’s bony and smooth hand tightly griped around hers.