As Qinghu let Lin Mengya rest her head on his shoulder, the fierce expression on his face started to ease.

"I'm alright, don't you worry about me."

With Baishao and Baizhi's help, Lin Mengya managed to wiggle out of the outer layer of her clothing which was stained with blood.

"Madam Wang—"

Although the wound on Madam Wang's belly had been stitched up, Baiji continued looking anxiously at her.

Madam Wang at this moment, ...