Treating Wounds

Although the Yellow-robed Woman had successfully broken out of the encirclement amid the chaos, the palace guards were no pushovers. Though they could not match her lightness skill, they had bows and crossbows. Her movement technique was superb, and she avoided most of the arrows, but she could not avoid them all.

After returning to Xiao Xingguo's residence, the Yellow-robed Woman had intended to force the arrowhead out with her inner energy. Unfortunately, she was already seriously wounded and could mobilize only limited true qi. Moreover, the arrowhead had barbs. Every time she tried to circulate her energy, the pain from the wound nearly made her pass out, so how could she dare continue?

With the arrowhead still lodged in her body, even sealing her acupoints could not easily stop the bleeding. Blood ran from the wound and dripped onto the bedboard, making the dripping sound Song Qingshu had heard.

Hearing the Yellow-robed Woman's words, Song Qingshu wore an odd expression. "I'm afraid that wouldn't be appropriate. Men and women should not touch casually. I'm worried it might damage your reputation, Miss."

"What do you mean, men and women should not touch? You're obviously a eu—" The Yellow-robed Woman nearly fainted from anger. She had finally worked up the courage to ask him for help, only to receive that response? If there had truly been a man here, he certainly would not have hesitated and made excuses like this—though if he really had been a man, she would rather die than let him help her.

"Since you don't mind, Miss, then I'll lend a hand," Song Qingshu added. "But let's make this clear beforehand: you asked for this yourself, so don't settle scores with me afterward."

The Yellow-robed Woman assumed he was afraid she would kill him to silence him.