Chapter 182: 182 is moody Chapter 182: 182 is moody “No problem,” Sikong Mo frowned.

Ye Jiu’s smile grew even more awkward.

If there was nothing wrong, why wouldn’t he step aside? Did he not realize that his powerful presence was suffocating?

Seeing the fresh blood on Sikong Mo and several sword cuts on his arm, Ye Jiu understood, “Master Sikong, are you perhaps looking for some medicine for your wounds?”

Medicine for wounds?

Sikong Mo knew that the medicine Ye Jiu had was very effective. Last time he was seriously injured, he had recovered in just a few days.

As for the War King being too injured to fight, it was simply because the Imperial Family’s actions were too disheartening, treating him like an expendable pawn.

In times of peace, they complained about the War Prince Residence’s mercenaries being too self-important, but when war broke out, they hoped he would set aside everything to fight.

Where in the world is there such a good deal?

Thus, he used his severe injuries as an excuse not to fight.

And now Dongyue had fallen to such a state that they were sending a pampered Royal, Prince Jing, to fight–basically sending him to deliver his own head to the enemy!

As Sikong Mo was lost in his thoughts, Ye Jiu had already taken out the medicine and handed it to him, “Here, take this and treat your wounds quickly. We still have a while before we get back to Dongyue, and there will definitely be many pursuing us along the way. We will rely on you then.”

He hadn’t come for the medicine, Sikong Mo stared at the medicine in his hands, lost in thought.

Last time when he left, he hadn’t used the portion he asked for, and besides, these were just minor injuries.

Sikong Mo felt somewhat abnormal.

He didn’t know why he stood there, but his feet had uncontrollably brought him there.

Even his typically cherished cleanliness had been ignored, his body blood-stained and dirty, untended.

All of this was very wrong.

It was as if he was bewitched.

Thinking this, Sikong Mo straightened his body, reverting to his usual disdainful demeanor.

“I will pay for this medicine,” Sikong Mo turned and left, his aura changing in that instant.

Ye Jiu silently rolled his eyes and whispered two words under his breath, “Idiot!”

This man was truly capricious. Just a moment ago, he seemed somewhat normal, but in a blink, he was back to how he was when they first met, like a god of death again.

Sikong Mo went directly to where Lin Qi was still treating his wounds, tossed him the medicine, “Use this for him.”

With a long journey ahead and Lin Qi’s severe injuries, just using ordinary medicine and facing continuous pursuit might mean Lin Qi couldn’t make it back to Dongyue.

Si Bei caught the medicine and Lin Qi weakly thanked, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Sikong Mo’s lips thinned and he suddenly said, “Change the honorific.”

After Sikong Mo left, a confused Lin Qi asked, “Your Highness…what does this mean?”

While treating his wounds, Si Bei explained, “Clearly, the master doesn’t want to expose his identity.”

“Understood,” Lin Qi nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Ye Jiu asked Ying Luoxue, “I really can’t see how you, a daughter of a government official, have ended up undercover here?”

And moreover, without knowing any martial arts.

“What daughter of a wealthy family? I’m just a by-product, and my mother died early. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have ended up in the hands of human traffickers,” Ying Luoxue replied with a bitter smile.

Ye Jiu instantly understood. It seemed yet another tragic drama of the inner chambers was unfolding!