Duanli Street, Parrot Alley.
A coup had broken out in the Imperial City. The princes, nobles, generals, and ministers who lived on Duanli Street were either staying behind closed doors to avoid danger or were at the scene. The streets and alleys were deserted.
By the time Xie Jinhuan returned to the Capital City carrying Bu Yuehua, Qixia True Person had already dealt with the ministers forcing the emperor's hand and left. Thus, he did not notice that figure in Golden Armor riding the wind through the sky. He glanced toward the Imperial City from afar, saw no major upheaval, and hurried back to the courtyard house in the alley. He laid Sister Bu on the bed, found wound medicine and bandages in his luggage, then went out to fetch hot water and set it beside the bed.
Bu Yuehua had wounds in several places. Her skirt was soaked red with blood, and blood loss had left her face rather pale. She was already unconscious.
Xie Jinhuan found a Great Tonic Pill in the medicine chest-the kind Wanyi had given him before-and slipped it between her red lips. Then he undid her bloodstained skirt, revealing the silver Soft Armor underneath. Several slashes and punctures marked it. Her cultivation was high enough that the wounds on her skin had stopped bleeding, but plenty of blood still stained her.
The sight filled Xie Jinhuan's eyes with heartache. He carefully pushed up the Soft Armor, and with two soft bounces, the white mounds sprang slightly apart beneath the lamplight, bloodstains marking them too.
He had seen them before, and she was wounded all over, so Xie Jinhuan plainly had no improper thoughts just then. He pulled down her thin trousers as well. As the fabric brushed over skin like a peeled egg, her