Chapter 2867 Injured
Due to the destruction of the stairs, Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and Ming Asi's group, who had been on the second-floor corridor, found themselves with no other option but to leap down if they wanted to reach the lower level.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao was now truly the center of attention.
The petite figure stood at the foot of the wooden stairs within the dining hall, surveying her surroundings. All eyes were fixed upon her.
Qiaoqiao maintained her usual emotionless demeanor, turning around calmly.
However, Mo Lian seemed to have discerned something amiss. His expression shifted slightly, and in a swift motion, she jumped down from the railing.
Duan Yue, Little Fatty, Qi Xuanxuan, and the others quickly followed suit.
"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian's form flickered, and he was now by Qiao Mu's side. Just as he reached out to grasp Qiao Mu's waist, the young woman's complexion paled, and she suddenly expelled a mouthful of blood.
"Qiaoqiao!!" The exclamation involuntarily escaped Qi Xuanxuan and the others.
Qiaoqiao had been perfectly fine just moments ago, yet in the blink of an eye, she had turned and spat blood?
"What happened?" Shock rippled through everyone.
"I-I'm alright." A glint of determination gleamed in Qiao Mu's eyes. "The one who injured me has already met their end."
In essence, it was as if she had exacted revenge with her own hands.
While they yearned to inquire about the details, the sight of Qiao Mu, who now leaned into Mo Lian's arms, looking slightly dazed, made their hearts constrict.
Their voices overlapped in a flurry of concern. "Is Qiaoqiao wounded?"
"Quick, let's take her back to Winterwood Court."
"Don't worry, I-I just need some rest. I'll be fine after a little while!" Qiao Mu uttered these words before drifting off into slumber, her breathing steady.
"Masta!" The sapling Qiuqiu's voice in her conscious pool gradually faded away like a hazy shadow.
Mo Lian's heart skipped a beat, and he promptly carried the little lady to his feet. He turned around and walked towards Winterwood Court. "Go, inform Mentor Zheng from the pill hall to come over and take a look."
Qi Xuanxuan and Little Fatty promptly ran out of the dining hall and gauze to find Mentor Zheng for treatment.
"Please wait, I can take a look at the Crown Prince Consort first."
Mo Lian had just arrived at the entrance of the dining hall with Qiao Mu in his arms when he heard the sound. He immediately turned around and met Dou Fenghua's pitch-black eyes with a caught sight.
Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Mo Lian nodded at him.
Young Sir Dou came from a medical patrician family and was once the Celestial Medicine Valley's old valley master's proudest final disciple. His medical skills were naturally recognized by others.
Since Dou Fenghua had offered to undertake and was willing to take a look at the situation for his Qiaoqiao, he naturally agreed readily.
Young Sir Dou quickly walked to the two of them and gestured for Crown Prince Mo to carry them to the stool by the dining table.
At this moment, no one in the dining hall made a sound. They held his breath and watched the scene in front of them.
What the hell?
A minute ago, this stoic face was still full of vigor and vitality. Now, she actually spat out a mouthful of blood, and her complexion looked very shitty.
Meanwhile, the expressions of the Qin Estate's Eldest Young Sir and Second Young Sir simultaneously changed when they saw the man's corpse at the staircase.
The two of them looked at each other and then at the corpse again.
The man's face had been completely caved in by a punch, and his sternum had caved in. A few ribs had pierced through his skin just like that. He looked extremely terrifying when he crashed.
If it weren't for the hawk-headed totem on his shoulder that revealed his identity, the two Young Sirs of the Qin Estate wouldn't have recognized him. This person was, in fact, a death warrior in the service of their father, Family Head Qin.
What had occurred? Could it be that this death warrior had harmed Qiaoqiao to the point of her vomiting blood?