"Big sister, I was wrong, okay?"
An Xuan puckered his face, looking like a bitter gourd, and reluctantly removed his clothes.
His entire back had been stabbed with several sword wounds, all of which were very severe. If An Xuan hadn't administered some basic first aid earlier, the blood loss alone could have taken his life!
Ji Ruyan was shocked. "An Xuan! Who hurt you, and how did it become so severe?"
"..."
An Xuan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing this, Ji Ruyan knew he had his reasons for silence and, her heart aching for him, she began treating his wounds without pressing him further. Only after she had wrapped up everything did she speak softly, "If you can't take the life of that person directly, then use a stratagem. Have you forgotten what I used to tell you? Truly clever people don't stain their hands with blood. You need to learn to use the very claws that person trusts to turn on them and kill them. That's the lesson you need to learn."
