Cheng Xiran didn't hesitate. She clearly knew what He Lianduo needed next, so she left him behind for the moment and rushed to the newspaper office without caring about the curious looks from passers - by.
To be honest, when she showed up at the newspaper office in such a disheveled state, she really gave the shopkeeper a fright. He regarded her as one of those beggars outside and quickly waved her away. "Get out! This is not a place for you to beg!"
Cheng Xiran quickly fetched a rag to wash her face. Only then did the shopkeeper realize who she was, but he still exclaimed in surprise, "Miss, how did you end up like this?"
"Hurry up and call some people. Go to West Street to help. He Lianduo is fighting alone there now!"
After giving the order, she went upstairs to her room, changed back into her own clothes, and then came downstairs. The shopkeeper had already gathered the staff from the newspaper office and the dozens of people He Lianduo had brought when he came here before. Then they followed Cheng Xiran out.
She was like a gust of wind during this whole process.
In this way, passers - by no longer saw the heartless spy who had left He Lianduo and fled before. Instead, they saw Miss Cheng, who came late. They saw her leading a large group of people marching towards West Street. The scene was grand. But when they arrived at the newspaper office on West Street, all they could see were people lying on the ground, and He Lianduo was nowhere to be found.
Cheng Xiran was filled with anger and worry, but she could only calmly give the order, "Arrest them all and send them to the yamen. I'd like to see where else they can run."
After saying that, she quickly squeezed out of the crowd and rushed to the prince's mansion. Not finding him there, she returned to the newspaper office. She originally wanted to ask Xue Lianyu for help. There were many people in Feiyu Mountain Villa, and it would surely be easy to find someone in the capital.
But when she returned to the newspaper office, the shopkeeper led her all the way to the back room and whispered, "The prince is injured and is inside now. He asked the miss not to make a fuss..."
Before the shopkeeper could finish his words, Cheng Xiran rushed into the room like a gust of wind.
Injured? How serious was the injury? He must have been injured for her. Did it hit a vital part? After all, there were so many people. But the rumored He Lianduo was extremely skilled in martial arts. These people should be no more than a piece of cake for him, right?
She kept having wild thoughts until she pushed open the door, and a faint smell of blood filled her nostrils.
When she looked closely, what she saw was not the scratch on He Lianduo's shoulder, but his firm, smooth, and fair chest...
No wonder she felt an overwhelming sense of security when she leaned on him just now.
She subconsciously swallowed and her cheeks flushed. It was not until He Lianduo, sitting on the couch, slowly said, "What are you standing there for? Go and find some medicine for me."
She suddenly came to her senses, quickly turned her head away, and rummaged around under the pretext of looking for medicine. At the same time, she asked, "Did you get injured while protecting me just now? Are there any other wounds?"
But He Lianduo didn't even blink an eye and shamelessly said, "It was naturally because of you. Otherwise, how could they be a match for me..."
"You deserved it. I told you before that if you had just cooperated with me in acting, we would have already escaped by now. Why did you have to make such a big deal out of it?"
After noticing that the blush on her face had faded, Cheng Xiran dared to face him. She handed the medicine and some clean white cloth she had found to him, but instead, she received a disdainful look from him. "My wound is a bit on the back. I can't bandage it myself at all. Weren't you good at acting before? Why are you being so coy now?"
Cheng Xiran was taken aback. She tried hard not to look at his bare chest and not to let her mind wander. She didn't argue with him either. Instead, she just obediently sat down and began to clean his wound.