Capital City, Yang Qing's residence.
Yang Qing had been laid in a cushioned sedan chair and carried home.
He could no longer even stand, let alone sit.
Although the Imperial Physician's treatment had brought most of the injuries on his back under control,
the jolting along the way had torn his wounds open again, leaving them streaming with blood.
Bu Er stayed beside Yang Qing's sedan chair without straying a single step. His lips were pressed tightly together, and an icy chill radiated from him.
Especially when he saw the wounds on Yang Qing's back split open again, he could no longer conceal his murderous intent.
Yang Qing had sent Jiang Zhizhou away from Capital City for the time being to attend to other matters, so he had not witnessed Yang Qing's wretched, dying state.
But although Jiang Zhizhou was absent, several unexpected visitors had arrived at Yang Qing's residence.
Hearing the commotion in the residence, Yang Qing, who had just been settled onto a couch, lifted his eyelids slightly and saw someone he had not expected.
"Godfather? You... how did you..."
Gu Chengtian met Yang Qing's gaze with a grave expression. "What, you little brat? Now that you're an official, you no longer acknowledge your godfather?"
Yang Qing coughed softly several times. "Godfather, what are you saying? How would I dare?"
Gu Chengtian glared at him. "You wouldn't dare? Then why did you insist on risking your life? Why did you reduce yourself to this state?"
Looking at Yang Qing's blood-drenched back, Gu Chengtian's voice deepened. "Do you know how many precious medicines I used to nurse your body back to health? And now you've gone and ruined it like this!"
"I've told you time and again, there are plenty of ways to deal with that old scoundrel Wei!"