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The door was gently cracked open, and a figure slipped in from behind it, tiptoeing cautiously inside.
A child?
Murong Xi felt a moment of confusion, her gaze softening slightly, but she remained alert as she watched the small form slowly approach.
Six Seven had been ordered by Ye Xiaohan to check in every half hour, and this was her third visit.
During the previous two times, Murong Xi had been in a deep sleep. This time, Six Seven skillfully made her way to the bedside, intending to take a look before returning to report.
"Hey?" Six Seven focused intently on her feet, trying not to make too much noise. As she realized she was close, she looked up and found Murong Xi staring at her intently.
Six Seven quickly reacted, joyfully clapping her hands. "Great! You're awake! Wait here; I'll go get my sister-in-law!"
With that, she turned and dashed outside, quickly disappearing from Murong Xi's line of sight.
Murong Xi silently watched the whole exchange without making a sound. After her muscles had tensed up, the wounds that had yet to heal burst open again, blood seeping out in thin streams and soon staining her white undergarment with mottled colors.
She noted the content of Six Seven's words; it seemed this child's family had rescued her.
Or was this yet another new 'game'?
No, she couldn't stay here any longer; she had to leave as soon as possible. Regardless of the other party's intentions, she could not remain here any longer.
If it was 'those people' who sent her, staying would only lead to her own demise and provide them with more amusement.
If someone had truly saved him by accident, staying here would only bring disaster to their family.
Indeed, he was a harbinger of misfortune, destined to harm those around him. So it was better for him to remain alone.
However, his injuries were too severe; his body could hardly move freely. Maintaining a defensive posture had already pushed him to his limits. The thought of forcing himself to leave was nearly impossible.
Gritting his teeth, he struggled for half the effort before he managed to crawl off the bed. A wave of intense pain coursed through his body; even though his willpower could endure it, sheer will alone could not convert into the energy needed for movement.
Cold sweat trickled down his body, stinging the open wounds.
Yet before he could muster enough strength for his next action, he heard footsteps outside and the sound of muffled voices—clearly more than one person.
Murong Xi lacked the strength to act and could only watch helplessly as the door swung open again, and a group of six entered.
“Oh dear, what happened? Did you fall from the bed?”
As soon as they entered and saw Murong Xi on the floor trying to get up, Ye Xiaohan was startled and rushed over to help him up. “Liang, come over and lend a hand. This guy looks so frail but is surprisingly heavy!”
If it had been any other time, Ye Xiaohan would have been attacked by now.
For Murong Xi, such sudden closeness only signified an ambush. Fortunately, in his severely injured state, even breathing felt laborious; he had no extra strength for such actions.
Perhaps as his attending physician, Ye Xiaohan had anticipated this situation long ago, which allowed him to act with such boldness and confidence.
Ye Xiaohan and Liu Yang worked together to drag the person onto the bed. Upon seeing Murong Xi's clothes soaked in blood, Ye Xiaohan frowned.
"Liu Yang, go borrow another piece of clothing from you. His is too dirty to wear now." If dirty clothes caused an infection in the wound, it would be a disaster.
Liu Yang nodded and ran out.
Murong Xi glanced at his clothes, realizing he had changed into this person's outfit. When he had woken up earlier, his clothes had already been swapped.
Moreover, he felt quite refreshed; it seemed someone had cleaned him up, and his wounds were bandaged well. After every injury, he had only hastily wrapped himself up; he was almost forgetting what it felt like to be treated by someone else.
"Hmm?" Liu Qi blinked and pounced on the edge of the bed, resting his head on the bedframe as he stared intently at Murong Xi.
Such an enthusiastic gaze could not be ignored by the one being watched. Murong Xi met Liu Qi's gaze with a blank expression, exuding an aura that discouraged any approach.
Ye Xiaohan patted Liu Qi's head and asked curiously, "Qi, what are you looking at so intently?"
Liu Qi tilted his head back and cheerfully pointed at Murong Xi, saying to Ye Xiaohan, "Sister-in-law, this brother looks really handsome! Just like Sister Bai!"
"Can you really compare them like that?" Ye Xiaohan chuckled a bit. Putting a man's looks on the same level as a woman's—who would feel happy about that?
However, Liu Qi's comment made Ye Xiaohan take a closer look at Murong Xi, and she realized he was indeed exceptionally good-looking.
Every time she encountered him before, it had been during tense moments where survival was the priority; there hadn't been time to care about appearances.
After a moment of reflection, Ye Xiaohan could understand. No matter how unfavored Murong Xi was, he was still the emperor's son. When the emperor chose a wife, aside from political reasons, the most important factor was appearance, right?
The concubines were all stunningly beautiful; how ugly could their children possibly be? Ye Xiaohan had not seen many members of the royal family, only the Queen and her two children.
The Queen was noble and elegant, her beauty complemented by her grace. The Shangyang Princess was also charming; although she did not match her mother's beauty, she was as lovely as a lotus blooming in water.
Even the Third Prince, known for his bully-like behavior that made people focus on his misdeeds rather than his looks, was actually quite handsome. In terms of appearance, he surpassed the Shangyang Princess.
It was the Queen after all; how could someone who became the mother of a nation be solely chosen for love? The emperor must have had other considerations when marrying her.
As for the Sixth Prince's unfortunate situation, it was clear that his mother did not come from a noble family. An ordinary woman who entered the palace to become a concubine must have been extraordinarily beautiful.
With such good genes, it was only natural that the Sixth Prince would be good-looking as well.
"You are seriously injured; you shouldn't move around too much. Just lie down and rest," Ye Xiaohan said. Then he recalled something and asked, "Were you trying to go to the restroom earlier? I didn't realize and dragged you back; I'm really sorry!"
Murong Xi's expression stiffened for a moment, but he maintained his usual impassive demeanor, making it hard to tell.
What made it worse was that after Ye Xiaohan mentioned it, he actually felt a bit of urgency.
Thinking he had guessed correctly, Ye Xiaohan comforted him, "You can't move around yet; otherwise, your wound will take longer to heal. If you need to relieve yourself, there's a chamber pot under the bed. You can use that for now."
Under Ye Xiaohan's reassurance, Murong Xi felt himself stiffen completely.
"Sister-in-law, I've brought the clothes!" At that moment, Six Young Master returned and placed the garments on the bedside cabinet.
"Just in time," Ye Xiaohan said. "Six Young Master needs some assistance. He has difficulty moving alone, so you stay and help."
"Sure, leave it to me," Six Yang readily agreed.
Murong Xi watched as Ye Xiaohan took Six Qi and walked out. Six Yang smiled as he retrieved the chamber pot from under the bed, intending to assist him.
"I can do it myself!" Murong Xi had been in a deep sleep for a long time, and since he hadn't spoken much lately, his voice was a bit hoarse. However, each word was pronounced with emphasis, clearly indicating his determination.
Six Yang stepped back a bit, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright then, you do it yourself. I won't peek!"
They had already heard from Ye Xiaohan that although Murong Xi's identity as the Sixth Prince was concealed, he was simply referred to as Ye Xiaohan's savior to the Six siblings.
In the minds of the Six siblings, Ye Xiaohan's savior was their savior too, so they felt immense gratitude towards Murong Xi.
Ye Xiaohan had already hinted at Murong Xi's cold demeanor, so he didn't take the indifference to heart.
Murong Xi looked at Six Yang, who had turned away, feeling somewhat awkward. He pushed him aside before he could reluctantly accept the situation.
Under the eaves, one must bow their head. Having endured much harder times than this, such trivial matters didn't require too much concern.
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