Just how deep was his regret?

Chapter 119

Only then did Le Qianxue manage to move, though she found her entire body aching fiercely. She clutched her chest, coughing a few times, but at this moment, she had no time to care for herself. Raising her head, she said, “Zhan Lianjing, you—”

Before she could finish, Zhan Lianjing had already reached her side. When she looked up, their eyes met—his filled with deep concern. Le Qianxue was momentarily stunned, forgetting what she intended to say.

But Zhan Lianjing was clearly panicked. He grasped her hand firmly, channeling his inner energy into her, fearing she might have internal injuries. This gesture eased her pain somewhat. They gazed at each other silently for a while.

Suddenly, Le Qianxue’s lips pressed into a thin line as she remembered: he himself was wounded.

She hastily pulled her hand away. “You’re hurt, yet you’re still giving me your inner energy? Are you trying to lose your life, or do you just have too much energy to spare?” She glanced at the wound on his chest.

The dagger wasn’t embedded deeply, but it had already stained his clothes with blood. A pang of sorrow struck her heart. How could the usually clever Zhan Lianjing be so reckless now?

She took a breath and said, “Lie down on that soft couch. Let me look at your wound.”

Her words came almost without thought. Seeing Zhan Lianjing injured, she seemed to have forgotten all else—her principles, everything. Just as Zhan Lianjing wouldn’t tolerate anyone harming Le Qianxue, she wouldn’t let anyone harm him either. That was why he had caused a scene at the Phoenix Hall that day, to teach Empress Yang a harsh lesson.

Zhan Lianjing sensed that Le Qianxue still cared for him. Her anxiety was impossible to hide.

He did not move, but Le Qianxue pushed him. “Are you going to move or not? Or do you want me to carry you?”

He shook his head gently. “Let my blood flow until it dries up, then.”

Le Qianxue was exasperated. “What kind of nonsense is that? Are you trying to die?”

“You won’t forgive me,” Zhan Lianjing said softly. “If that’s the case, what meaning does my life have?”

Le Qianxue couldn’t help but smile bitterly. “How strange. You, Prince Zhan, have countless reasons to live, yet you say life has no meaning. I really can’t figure you out.”

Zhan Lianjing wasn’t really like that. He was only trying to force her to forgive him. But she wasn’t so easily tricked.

If he wanted to play mind games, she had some experience too. Yet Zhan Lianjing didn’t care about her sarcasm. “If you don’t believe me now, it’s my own doing.”

He didn’t let go but continued to channel his energy into her. Le Qianxue tried to struggle but couldn’t.

Finally, she glared at him. “Must you do this, Zhan Lianjing? Don’t you remember how I once said, ‘One sword severs all ties’?”

His chest tightened. That day, he had been foolish to let Le Qianxue leave, wounded as she was.

No one knew how deeply his heart ached.

Le Qianxue frowned, looking at him and trying to withdraw her hand, but he held on tight.

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