Wen Jiu looked at him, covered in blood, unable to tell whose it was.
"Go get bandaged. We depart at dawn tomorrow," Wen Jiu said, throwing the words over her shoulder as she walked toward the courtyard where they were staying.
Her jewelry jingled with every step. Her waist was exposed, pale and delicate—compared to Princess Sangzhu, it was like night and day. How could she be so beautiful? So beautiful that it made him want to resort to despicable means.
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