Exile? A mad, wicked woman empties the national treasury to escape famine.

Yun Shu's reminder made the official remember his purpose for coming, and he hurriedly said...

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Help! Please, Your Highness, have mercy and save Commander Ling! If this drags on any longer, he'll really die!"

Ji Yunshu frowned. Was it that serious?

She thought that once Ling Yun and Xie Mohe returned, the bleeding should have stopped.

She turned to look at the old princess. Sure enough, the three members of the second branch of the Xie family were still kneeling in front of the old princess. Xie Zhaoting held Xie Mohe in his arms. Xie Mohe's face was a little pale, and blood was still oozing from her shoulder. Her arm hung limply on the ground.

Blood flowed down her arm and onto the floor, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, almost like a dead person.

Ji Yunshu had just returned and was so busy distributing the food to everyone that she hadn't paid any attention to Xie Mohe's condition. She hadn't expected it to be so serious, and she felt a little guilty.

Although she didn't mean it, these two people were so badly injured because of her, and she would still feel a little guilty if they died like this.

She handed the durian to Sherlin, glancing at the officials not far away, "Is your Commander Ling really that serious?"

"Yes, it was really serious! This thing was covered in thorns and was heavy. It fell straight down on Ling Yun's head from mid-air and almost smashed his skull open!"

The thorns on it scraped off the flesh from Commander Ling's forehead, leaving it a bloody mess, with blood gushing out uncontrollably. Please, Your Highness, think of a solution!

Our commander said that as long as Your Highness helps him this time, you can ask for any amount of money you need, and he will try his best to provide it. Please, Your Highness, show mercy and save the commander's life.

The officials chattered on and on, as if afraid that Ji Yunshu would be unwilling to rescue Ling Yun.

If Ling Yun doesn't survive, then they probably won't be able to complete this mission!

They were escorting prisoners, but ended up losing their own leader in the process. What good will happen to the rest of them when they return to the capital?

We can only wait to die!

Ji Yunshu curled her lips. She didn't care how much silver Ling Yun gave her; the main thing was that she was the one who caused this whole mess.

Although her relationship with Ling Yun wasn't very good, it wasn't too bad either. Since it was her own fault, she should at least make amends a little.

"What are you still standing there for? Come on, isn't your Commander Ling about to die?"

The official was somewhat bewildered. He hadn't expected the princess to be so agreeable this time, agreeing so readily.

He thought it would take a lot of effort to persuade the princess!

He quickly got up from the ground and led Ji Yunshu to their resting place.

When Ji Yunshu arrived, Ling Yun had already fainted and was lying on the ground without any reaction. The other officers were guarding him, their faces ashen, and they were on the verge of tears.

Upon seeing Ji Yunshu arrive, everyone treated her like a savior and quickly went to greet her.

"Your Highness, you've finally arrived! Your Highness, save me!"

"Waaaaah... Your Highness, please look at Commander Ling! If you don't come soon, he'll die!"

"Waaaaah... Your Highness, please think of something! We can't let the commander die! What will we do if he dies?"

Ji Yunshu's head was throbbing from the noise.

"Alright, stop crying! What are you crying about? He's not dead yet! If you keep crying, he'll be the one dying soon!" she roared, and the guards immediately fell silent.

No one dared to utter a sound.

Ji Yunshu stared at Ling Yun on the ground, seeing that his head was mangled and bloody from being hit by a durian, with several holes and pits in his skin.

Fortunately, the durian hit him on the forehead before falling to the ground. If it had hit Ling Yun directly on the head, his head would probably be split open by now.

She knelt down and took Lingyun's pulse.

His pulse is indeed weak, which is probably due to excessive blood loss. He needs an urgent blood transfusion and his head wound needs to be treated.

She looked around; the area was completely empty, with nothing to obstruct her view. To give Lingyun a blood transfusion, she either had to take him into her spatial dimension or take out the transfusion equipment from there and give him the transfusion right there.

But with so many people here, it's not convenient for her to take those things out.

After a moment's thought, she said calmly,

"He has lost too much blood and won't last much longer without a transfusion. The conditions here are not good, so please move him to my carriage and I will treat him there."

Xie Moyao was the only one in her carriage now. Since Xie Moyao already knew about her spatial ability, it didn't matter if he saw it.

The officials were stunned, not expecting that the princess would agree to move Lingyun into her carriage!

Ling Yun was covered in blood from head to toe. He had been rolling on the ground for a while and was filthy all over. The princess really didn't mind.

They dared not hesitate, for fear that if they hesitated for even a second, Ji Yunshu would not save Ling Yun. Several officers walked to Ling Yun's side and hurriedly lifted him up.

Ling Yun had almost completely lost consciousness. He was being carried by the guards with clumsy hands, and he didn't react at all. His head drooped to the side, looking almost like a dead person.

Before long, the officials carried Ling Yun onto the carriage. At that time, Xie Moyao was lying in the carriage, reading a book.

When he saw the carriage curtain being lifted and seven or eight soldiers carrying the unconscious Ling Yun onto the carriage, his brows furrowed visibly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Xie Moyao had fought on the battlefield for many years. Although he was now lying in a carriage, the officials had all heard of his heroic deeds on the battlefield and were naturally afraid of him.

Normally, Xie Moyao was always in the carriage, so they didn't see him often. This time, they got close to Xie Moyao and saw that he looked unhappy. The officers were on tenterhooks, afraid that if the prince got angry, he would make them take Ling Yun and get out of the carriage.

The group carefully moved Lingyun and placed him flat on the carriage. They kept their heads down, but they could still feel the prince's cold gaze.

But they couldn't leave Lingyun unattended, so the group had no choice but to bite the bullet and quickly put Lingyun down. They didn't even have time to say goodbye to Xie Moyao before hurriedly getting out of the carriage.

Xie Moyao's face remained cold from beginning to end, looking at the person on the ground as if he were a plate of garbage.

His expression softened slightly only after Ji Yunshu lifted the carriage curtain and boarded the carriage.

"You're planning to save him? What are you going to do with him? If he dies, he dies."

Ling Yun is just an insignificant outsider, how could we trouble his wife to save him?

Ji Yunshu smiled, walked to Ling Yun's side, squatted down, and patiently explained.

"I didn't just save him for no reason. He's the head constable in charge of escorting us, right? Saving him will make things easier for the people in the Prince's mansion on the road, and besides..."