Her guards

Chapter 162 Treat the injury first

Blood dripped onto the girl's face, staining her cheeks red, sliding down her neck, and soaking her clothes.

The emperor stood there and saw the blood, and instantly felt dizzy.

"Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician!" he cried, his voice trembling, "Quickly, someone come! Someone come!"

The surroundings became noisy, with people and horses surging in from all directions, and countless sounds rushing over at the same time.

There were inquiries and reports, but the loudest voice was Wei Jiao's.

"Your Majesty, what crime did she commit?" he asked excitedly. "I captured her myself; even the Empress couldn't do anything with her crossbows..."

The emperor's brow twitched as he used crossbows...

Before he could say anything, the girl screamed.

"Help! Help—" Mo Zheng, pinned down by Wei Jiao, clutched her head in terror. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me—"

Upon hearing the word "kill," the emperor's face paled even further. His lips trembled as he turned and shouted sternly, "Everyone, step back—don't come any closer! Summon the imperial physician—"

The soldiers, officials, military officers, and eunuchs who had originally surrounded them all retreated, and the accompanying imperial physicians rushed over in a panic.

"Look at her, look at her—" The emperor pointed at the girl on the ground covering her face, then at Wei Jiao, who was still pressing down on her, "Get out of here—"

Wei Jiao then rolled over and knelt down to the side. The imperial physicians surrounded the girl on the ground, comforting her while examining her.

"How is she? How is she? Where is she injured?" the emperor asked, standing to the side.

“Your Majesty, this young lady is not injured—” a royal physician hurriedly said.

The emperor was furious: "Then why does she have so much blood!"

The imperial physicians pointed tremblingly at Wei Jiao standing to the side: "Your Majesty, it should be the blood from Commandant Wei."

The emperor was startled, then looked at Wei Jiao. Wei Jiao was sitting on the ground, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, and a crossbow bolt had pierced her shoulder, but because of her black clothes, the blood that had soaked half of her shoulder was not visible...

He seemed to only then realize he had been shot by an arrow. He looked surprised, reached up to touch his shoulder, and then opened his hand to find it covered in blood.

Wei Jiao let out a scream.

"Your Majesty!" He jumped up, his expression a mixture of anger and grievance. "That stupid archer actually shot an arrow at me!"

The emperor looked at the arrows in his body and the blood on his hands, his expression complex. He moved his lips as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words and once again rebuked the imperial physician: "Quickly treat his wounds!"

The imperial physicians busied themselves surrounding Wei Jiao.

Wei Jiao lay on the ground shouting and yelling, but the emperor ignored him and looked at the girl again.

The girl had stopped screaming, but she still covered her face with her sleeves, her body trembling.

"You..." The emperor hesitated for a moment.

A commotion arose in the distance, and many people rushed over.

"Miss--"

"Miss Yang—Ah, Ah Luo—"

The emperor looked up and saw a young man carrying a young girl galloping towards them, with Ling Yu behind them, and even more people and horses in the distance, including the empress.

The emperor looked away.

"Your Majesty—Your subject, Zhu Yunxiao, Marquis of Yongwu—"

Came the young man's voice.

Because His Majesty had just ordered everyone to retreat, the soldiers were all stationed on the perimeter, and anyone who came over was stopped outside.

"I have brought Miss Yang's maid with me—"

Along with Zhu Yunxiao's voice, a woman's voice cried out, "Miss—Miss—"

The emperor showed no interest in either the heir of the Marquis of Yongwu or the maidservant at this moment. He did not look at them, but simply raised his hand to indicate: "Let that maidservant take care of her mistress."

……

.......
"Miss--"

Yang Luo was let in, and upon seeing the blood on Mo Zheng's body, she burst into tears.

Mo Zheng had told her in advance that she couldn't come for nothing and that she had to find a way to see the emperor this time.

She was alright when she saw the runaway horse at the polo field, knowing it must be Mo Zheng's doing. But as Mo Zheng carried Chai Wan'er towards the emperor's location, she began to feel afraid.

It was not so easy to get close to the emperor; there were many guards around.

See? He was injured after all.

She had just knelt beside Mo Zheng and was shedding tears when she felt Mo Zheng pinch her hand.

"Ah Sheng, I'm so scared!" Mo Zheng cried out, then hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Cry loudly."

The loud crying brought Yang Luo back to her senses.

Now is not the time to be sad.

Yang Luo burst into tears: "Miss, I was terrified too. Madam is already dead. What will I do if something happens to you?"

Seeing the two crying girls embracing each other, and hearing the maid's words, the emperor, standing to the side, turned pale.

"Junior Sister, Junior Sister, A-Luo—" Ling Yu's voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, the Empress has disregarded human life and harmed Miss Yang—"

The emperor took a deep breath, turned, and walked out. Seeing him approach, Zhu Yunxiao hurriedly bowed. "Your Majesty," Ling Yu said, showing no gentlemanly manners whatsoever, refusing to bow, her expression furious, "It's just a runaway horse, yet Her Majesty the Empress is deploying archers? Is she trying to save someone or kill them?"

At this moment, the Empress also arrived, surrounded by a large group of people.

"Your Majesty," she said, her face grim, without refuting Ling Yu's words, "Wan'er has been rescued. She said that Miss Yang deliberately hit her, causing the horse to frighten."

"Miss Chai is talking nonsense!"

Before she could finish speaking, the chief priest, King Jae-tae, who had jumped down from his horse behind her, shouted.

The Empress sneered inwardly. This "Miss Chai" was nonsense. It seemed to be referring to Chai Wan'er, but it was actually an insult to her.

"...The wounds on Miss Chai's body were caused by her own whipping. The Chai family all accepted that it was Miss Chai's own whip."

"...Yang Luo stole the whip!"

"...Why did Yang Luo snatch Miss Chai's whip?"

"...Then you should ask..."

"Miss—Miss—Help! My young lady has fainted—"

Amid the commotion, the maid's cries rang out again.

The argument immediately stopped, and everyone looked towards the center of the arena, while the emperor had already turned away.

"Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician!" he shouted.

The three imperial physicians surrounding Wei Jiao rushed to check on the girl who had fainted on the ground...

"The Commandant of the Guards has also fainted—"

One of the maids in embroidery who had rushed over to look after Wei Jiao also called out.

The three imperial physicians then set aside one of them to examine Wei Jiao.

The emperor looked over; Wei Jiao was covered in blood, and it was inconvenient for him to pull out the crossbow at this moment, so he could only try to stop the bleeding. The three imperial physicians, their hands and bodies covered in blood, were about to examine the girl...

"Alright!" he shouted, turning around. "Quickly return to the palace to treat the wounded and save lives."

After saying this, he looked at Empress Wang Zaitian with a somber expression.

"Let's find out what really happened when we get back to the palace."

The empress lowered her eyes, and Wang Zaitian bowed.

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Back at the palace, the injured Wei Jiao, Yang Luo, and Chai Wan'er were settled separately and treated by imperial physicians.

The emperor and empress then sat in the palace to inquire about the details.

The Shiba family members, Princess Heisei, and the young ladies who accompanied her all came to answer questions.

Wang Zaitian and Ling Yu were also present.

“She is my disciple, and I am the one who invited her here,” Wang Zaitian said. “I will take responsibility for anything that happens to her.”

Ling Yu stood behind Wang Zaitian, her expression cold: "The teacher asked Miss Yang to come and write an article, but Miss Yang's article was not submitted last night."

Before Princess Heisei could say anything, the Empress spoke first.

"I have read the article," she said. "I also had the ladies of the court read it, but it got wet with wine. I was just thinking of having Miss Yang make a copy after the hunt and then present it to His Majesty."

Ling Yu looked at the Empress: "What a coincidence?"

"Yes, it's quite a coincidence," the Empress said, looking at the young scholar with a half-smile. "Does Dr. Ling want me to dissect my heart again to prove my innocence?"

"Alright!" The emperor slammed his hand on the table. "Let's talk about today's events; let's not dwell on yesterday's."

After saying that, he looked at Princess Heisei.

"Heisei, you tell me what happened."

Princess Heicheng responded, "Today, I'd like everyone to play polo together..." She then presented the Emperor's prize. Chai Wan'er arrived with her entourage, wanting to participate as well, and recounted the process of vying for the top prize.

After she finished speaking, the accompanying girls present all chimed in to confirm it.

"...I didn't know she could ride and shoot; she never told me about it at home..."

"...Everyone was busy hunting at the time, and I didn't notice what was wrong with them..."

The voices of the women rose and fell in the hall, and the emperor, sitting above, seemed somewhat dazed.

He didn't care what they were saying, nor did he care about the truth of the matter; he was thinking about what had just happened.

That scene just now was too sudden.

Even now, he is still in a daze.

The girl he had been avoiding seeing was suddenly thrown in front of him by Wei Jiao.

her face...

The girl's face reappeared in the emperor's mind.

He couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

She doesn't look like Ah Tong at all; she must look like that accountant!