Chapter 570: A Fortune Cannot Buy the Flame Weaving Robe 2
"The Flame Weaving Robe is priceless. Your robes alone are probably worth two cities." Anyone who could swagger around in a Flame Weaving Robe had to have a status even more distinguished than imperial royalty or high nobility.
Ye Qianning’s gaze lingered on his red robes for a moment. ’Flowers that grow in fire... Truly magical. If I could just get my hands on the seeds, given how valuable this Flame Weaving Robe is...’
"If you like it, little miss, I could consider giving it to you." The man in red noticed her stare, and his eyes held a hint of a smile.
Ye Qianning didn’t bother to hide her interest. She smiled. "I’m more interested in the flowers themselves."
"Simple. Just answer a few questions for me, and I’ll pick them for you myself. How about it?"
Ye Qianning grinned slyly. Then her smile vanished, and her reply was blunt. "No."
"Don’t be so quick to refuse, little one. We can negotiate." The man in red was thoroughly intrigued by Ye Qianning.
"There’s nothing to negotiate."
"But you still owe me an explanation from before."
"Did you kill those two men in black?" Ye Qianning asked, raising an eyebrow.
"..."
The man in red was speechless for a moment. He glanced at Qin Huai, who was trembling in the corner. "He counts, doesn’t he?"
"He’s useless. Have you no shame?"
The man in red gritted his teeth. ’If I’d known, I would’ve been the first one to rush out!’
Gu Shuo and Zhan Chi both turned to look at Qin Huai.
Noticing their attention on him, Qin Huai trembled and averted his gaze.
Qian Fanji finished re-bandaging Ye Qianning’s wound, then reached for her shoulder.
"The poison in my shoulder wound is suppressed for now. Don’t touch it." Ye Qianning pushed his hand away. Until she could study the poison’s properties, she could only temporarily seal the wound to stop the circulation.
However, this method would only hold for seven days.
Qian Fanji drew his hand back. His gaze flickered past the man in red before settling on Qin Huai, who stood a short distance away. "What do you want to do with him?"
"Leave him for now. I’m going to sleep for a bit. I’ll figure out what to do with him when I wake up. Oh, and all of you, clean your wounds so they don’t get infected." Ye Qianning then looked at Ying Ge. "Once you’ve cleaned their wounds, wake me up."
Her head was spinning violently; she was only forcing herself to stay conscious.
"Please rest easy, Young Miss," Ying Ge said.
"No. After you disinfect their wounds and apply medicine, you have to wake me. Their injuries are too severe; they need acupuncture." If she didn’t get some rest first, she was afraid she’d be too dizzy to place the needles accurately.
"Aren’t guards supposed to protect their master? And yet here yours are, needing their master to worry over them," the man in red drawled lazily.
Ying Ge felt a pang of shame.
"To me, they’re not just my guards, they’re my family. As long as I’m alive, I won’t give up on a single one of them," Ye Qianning said quietly.
Ying Ge looked up.
The heavily injured Luo Wen’s eyelids fluttered faintly. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn’t.
"Tsk, tsk. Such a loyal young lady. I wonder which noble house you belong to?"
Ye Qianning ignored him, closing her eyes and murmuring, "The fire will probably burn for a few days. The East Shu people lived in this cave for over a month, so they must have left enough rations. If you get hungry, just look around for something."
"Go on, get some sleep. Don’t worry about us," Qian Fanji said, gently brushing a stray lock of her hair.
Ye Qianning leaned against the stone wall, her breathing evening out.
Sang Zhi, who was sitting right next to her, saw her brow furrow slightly. He thought she must be uncomfortable, so he gently reached over and guided her head to rest against him.