Chapter 942 - Back in the capital
Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can't Afford To Offend!
Prince Qian Hua never imagined it. He had been away from the capital for many days, but he encountered a surprise attack. He thought he would be dead, but when he opened his eyes, he was back in the capital.
The layout of houses in the capital was different. He wonât get it wrong.
There was also a faint fragrance in the air. That scent came from Song Lang.
It was Song Langâs scent. Does it mean he saved him?
He was ecstatic!
He was lying on the bed. His hands and feet were not bound, but the injuries on his body made him couldnât move even if he wanted to.
There was another bed in the room. He was not alone. The curtain was put down on that bed, covering the people lying inside. But there was pair of embroidered shoes on the floor in front of the bed. The light green shoes were embroidered with pink flowers. This was his sisterâs shoes.
He remembered that his sister had fallen ill before the attack and she couldnât even speak. She looked very bad as if she would die at any time.
He was afraid of something wrong with his sister, so he made people hurry up, wanting to return to the state of Jin as soon as possible so that he could find a good doctor for his sister.
How is my sister now?
He wanted to get out of bed to have a look, but his body couldnât move. Especially his legs. It seemed to be broken. He could only move one, while the other one was very painful. He couldnât use his strength at all.
His chest also seemed to be pressed by a huge boulder. His body was so heavy that he couldnât move at all.
There was no one else in the room, so he called out, âQian Fang, how are you?â
The room was very quiet, except for his voice, there was no other voice.
Qian Fang didnât seem to hear his voice at all.
âJinâer, are you there, Jinâer?â He raised the volume of his voice, trying to call out the maidservant serving Qian Fang.
But the result was the same. No one responded. Could it be that something happened to Jinâer?
The situation was critical that day. Jinâer was clearly in the same carriage with them. If they were here, Jinâer should be here.
He panicked. He and Qian Fang were siblings of the same father and mother. They urinate and play together. There was no need to question their closeness as siblings. In addition, Qian Fang was his imperial motherâs heart and soul. If she has an accident, his imperial mother, the empress will not survive.
Thinking of this, he yelled again, but the person on the bed never responded.
At this moment, the door opened, and a petite figure jumped in. As soon as she entered, she closed the door, leaning against the door, covering his mouth and weeping, but he refused to make any noise.
Qian Hua looked up and saw that it was Jinâer. Her clothes were messy, her hair was messy, her face was still swollen. Her eyes turned into walnuts from crying.
In this way, you can hardly know what happened to you without asking.
Qian Hua said solemnly: âWhatâs the matter? Who bullied you?â
When Jinâer realized that Prince Qianhua was awake, she quickly wiped away her tears and shook her head: âNo, no.â She said no, but the tears still kept falling.
Qian Hua asked: âWhere is this place? Who saved us?â
Jinâer tried to calm down, took a deep breath, and said, âItâs Song Gongzi.â
His knitted eyebrows were immediately flattened. His black eyes also lit up: âSong Lang? Did he save us? Where is he?â
Jinâer raised her eyes and saw the excited looked on Prince Qian Huaâs face. She couldnât understand it. Is their prince aware of their situation or not?
âI donât know where he is. Your Highness, now we are prisoners, do you know?â
Qian Hua was taken aback and immediately said: âWhat prisoner? Donât talk nonsense. Song Lang will not harm us.â
Jinâer feels a little cold. Is she wrong? Wonât he hurt them?
She lowered her eyes and didnât make a sound. Then, she simply turned and walked to the princessâs couch.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Looking at Jinâer, Qian Hua couldnât bear it, so he asked, âWho bullied you? Tell me, after meeting Song Lang, I will let him avenge you.â