I used the space to empty the pirates' private vault.

Chapter 155 Princess Cangyue's leg injury is bleeding again

"Your Highness, let's not talk about this for now. Qingzhu and I rescued someone in the alley tonight." Jiang Yimo changed the subject.

Feng Wuhen raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He came here tonight just to ask about this.

"Who?" Feng Wuhen pretended to be ignorant and asked. In fact, the guards he had arranged to protect her had already reported to him.

"A big boy about thirteen or fourteen years old," the appearance of the young boy appeared in front of Jiang Yimo again, "He was covered in blood and was being chased by someone. I put him into the space in a hurry. I was treating his injuries in the space just now." Jiang Yimo said here, and looked at Feng Wuhen with some concern.

She knew that Feng Wuhen was not a compassionate person, but the young man gave her an inexplicable feeling.

The young man looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, his face was pale and he was dying. He was wearing a tattered piece of clothing that was stained with blood, and it was obvious that he had been through a fierce battle.

Feng Wuhen was silent for a while and asked, "Why did you save him?"

Jiang Yimo said: "I don't know either, but I just felt a sense of familiarity when I saw him."

Feng Wuhen asked again: "Do you know who he is?"

Jiang Yimo shook her head, a confused look on her face. "I don't know. I've never seen him. But when I saw him, a strange feeling surged in my heart, as if there was a mysterious connection between us."

Feng Wuhen looked at her deeply, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he asked, "When his injury is healed, do you want to keep him or what?"

Jiang Yimo hesitated. She didn't know how to answer this question. She felt strange about this strange man, as if she had met a relative she hadn't seen for many years. But she wasn't sure whether this feeling was real or just an illusion.

"I haven't thought about this yet. Let's wait until his injury heals first." Jiang Yimo said softly. She didn't want to make a decision easily. She wanted to understand the man's identity and background first.

Feng Wuhen nodded. He understood Jiang Yimo's thoughts.

"Okay, then we'll wait until his injury is healed. But you can't keep him in the space forever. In order to prevent the secrets of your space from being leaked, I'll have someone prepare a guest room for him to recover."

"Okay, then I would like to thank Your Highness first!" Jiang Yimo said with a smile.

The next day, the sky suddenly became gray and a little stuffy, and there seemed to be a sign that it was going to rain.

Jiang Yimo moved the big boy who was rescued last night to a guest room that Feng Wuhen had prepared early in the morning.

After a while, the big boy woke up slowly.

He looked at everything unfamiliar in the room with a confused look on his face, and his heart immediately became uneasy, so he suddenly threw off the quilt and was about to get out of bed, wanting to escape from this place.

At this time, Jiang Yimo, who heard the noise outside, walked in. Her eyes fell on the big boy in front of her. He still had unhealed wounds on his body, his face was pale, and he looked very weak.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet. Where are you going?" Jiang Yimo asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

The older boy did not answer her, but asked her instead: "Who are you? Why am I here?" His voice was low and hoarse, full of doubts and confusion.

Jiang Yimo walked to his side, gently held his hand, and said, "You were chased by several strong men last night. I found you seriously injured and unconscious under a dustpan on the street, so I rescued you. Now you are in the Evil King's Mansion. Those who are chasing you will not be able to find you here."

A flash of surprise and gratitude flashed across the boy's eyes, but was soon covered by pain and confusion. He thought of what happened last night, the people who were chasing him, their faces flashed in his mind, and he managed to escape death last night.

Jiang Yimo saw the pain and confusion in his eyes, and a trace of pity welled up in her heart.

She sighed softly, then smiled and said to him, "You are still injured, so you shouldn't move around. You should lie down and rest. Otherwise, if you hurt yourself, my surgery last night would be in vain."

The older boy was silent for a few seconds, a trace of gratitude and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He nodded, and then slowly lay back on the bed. He looked at Jiang Yimo, and then asked: "Miss, thank you for saving me, I wonder what I should call you?"

Jiang Yimo smiled and said, "Just call me Jiang Yimo. I'm a doctor. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me immediately. I'll have someone get you something to eat. You can have a good sleep."

The older boy nodded, thanked Jiang Yimo, and stopped talking.

Not long after, Jiang Yimo had someone bring the older boy a bowl of vegetable porridge, two small meat buns, and a small portion of pickles.

Feng Wuhen felt a little jealous when he saw Jiang Yimo personally taking care of the big boy, and he specially arranged two servants to serve the boy.

At noon, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Feng Wuhen ran to Jiang Yimo's yard and had lunch with her.

The two chatted for a while in the yard, and then they received an order from the emperor saying that Princess Cangyue's leg injury suddenly caused heavy bleeding, and asked King Xie and Miss Jiang to go to the palace together.

Jiang Yimo felt a little weird when she heard this. She looked up at Feng Wuhen and found that his face had also become solemn. The two looked at each other, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in their hearts.

"Hasn't Princess Cangyue's leg injury already started to heal? Why did she suddenly bleed profusely?" Jiang Yimo asked.

"I don't know either, but since the emperor has issued an order, we should enter the palace as soon as possible." Feng Wuhen said.

The two did not dare to delay and immediately got up to prepare to enter the palace. On the way, Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo did not speak, and they were in a heavy mood. Jiang Yimo thought about Princess Cangyue and felt very strange.

Princess Cang Yue's leg injury was clearly getting better, so why did she suddenly bleed profusely? Did someone deliberately frame her?

Feng Wuhen was also thinking about the same question. He felt that this matter was a little strange, but there was no evidence, so the two could only act according to circumstances.

Their carriage was moving very fast, and in less than an incense stick of time, the two of them appeared in Princess Cang Yue's bedroom.

At this moment, Princess Cangyue was lying on the bed groaning in pain. The old emperor stood beside Princess Cangyue's bed with a sullen face. Several unknown concubines and princes in the palace were also standing in Princess Cangyue's bedroom.

But Jiang Yimo did not see the stinking Concubine Rou in the crowd.

Zhang Yuanpan and several imperial doctors were busy at the bedside trying to stop Cang Yue's bleeding...