Lu Zhan led Zhi Wan by the hand, only letting go when they were outside a room. "Go on in."
Zhi Wan gave him a questioning look but went in as he said.
When she saw the person lying on the bed, she cried out in shock, "Uncle?"
The person on the bed was none other than Zhi Ye.
Back in the Dragon Tent, he had been stabbed by Shen Congrong.
Although the sword had missed his heart by about an inch, the lack of timely medical attention had led to excessive blood loss, leaving his life hanging by a thread.
Even when a doctor was later brought in to treat him, he was already beyond medical help.
Hearing Zhi Wan's voice, he struggled to open his eyes.
"My... niece..." His voice was filled with remorse.
Zhi Wan saw his condition and sat down by the bed. "Uncle, are you alright?"
"You... don't blame me?" Zhi Ye asked, his voice strained.
Deep down, of course she blamed him.
