The Ink Dragon Barge roared as it smashed through the giant boulders at the riverbank. Zhao Yan propped himself up with his dark cloak, swept Weimo into his arms, and tumbled hastily into the carriage.
As he stepped up, his foot suddenly slipped. The split-second tightening of the body of the person in his arms made the veins on his forehead throb violently.
Shen Linfeng’s folding fan was lost somewhere along the way. "Prince, do not panic. It is merely an ordinary arrow wound, not life-threatening."
Chapter 24