Ye Jiuge watched coldly as the guard plummeted and crashed head-first onto the ground, forming a pool of blood.
"He's dead." With a glance, Bai Songling knew that the guard was incurable.
"That's good. We won't have to dirty our hands." Ye Jiuge apathetically withdrew her gaze and looked toward the city gates.
After a short wait, the gates opened.
Su Junqing led out a squad of guards. Behind them was an army green stretcher.
Wan Ziyang was lying on it. From a distance, his face looked as pale as a dead man's, and his chest was barely moving.
"What have you done to him?" Bai Songling roared in anger.
"Brother Bai, you need not panic. Brother Wan is fine. It's just that, earlier, he tried to get off his bed and hop around before his severe injury could completely heal. I was afraid that his injury would worsen, so I fed him some Muscle-paralysis Sleeping Powder," Su Junqing explained, significantly understating.
