Jing Rong walked in front of Bai Yin and looked down at him.
As his huge shadow loomed over him, Bai Yin suddenly moved. He struggled to open his weak and exhausted eyes to look at the approaching person. However, all he could see was a pair of black high boots in front of him. It was an oppressive aura.
"Your willpower is quite strong!" said Jing Rong.
Hearing this, Bai Yin let out a desolate laugh.
Jing Rong lifted his robe and squatted down. His eyes were like torches as he stared at Bai Yin's pale, peeling face. Then, he unscrewed the kettle in his hand and slowly tipped it over. Drop by drop, the water dripped onto Bai Yin's dried and bleeding lips. It was as if he had suddenly found a mouthful of water in the middle of a desert of death. Bai Yin opened his mouth nervously and stuck out his tongue to lick the droplets of water that had fallen from his lips. The icy cold sensation instantly spread from the tip of his tongue to the base of his tongue, then slowly traveled down his throat. That refreshing feeling filled him with vigor.
It was much better.
But...
Jing Rong suddenly held the kettle upright.
"Do you want to drink?"
Bai Yin lay on the ground and swallowed his saliva. The cold feeling on his lips had dissipated. The sun shone on his lips and it stung. Without waiting for a response, Jing Rong extended his thumb and rubbed it against his parched lips. His fingertips exerted a bit of force, causing the crack on his lips to split open. Blood flowed out and his mouth looked extremely horrifying. Bai Yin had lost his sense of pain and did not react. Then, Jing Rong noticed that the wound on his arm had been covered with medicinal powder.
However, due to the torment along the way, the wound had split open again. Fresh blood stained the white powder and stuck it together.
Jing Rong narrowed his eyes. He knew what was going on.
He waved the kettle in his hand.
"Without this water, you probably won't be able to hold on much longer."
"..."
Bai Yin smiled. There was no sign of surrender in his eyes.
Jing Rong reached out and pinched his cheeks. His eyes were cold. "Don't worry. I won't let you die. I will let you live until you reach Houliao."
As he finished speaking, he lifted the kettle and stuffed the water into Bai Yin's mouth.
Bai Yin had no ability to resist. With his cheeks pinched, the cold and refreshing water almost reached his throat. He choked and coughed.
Coincidentally, Ji Yunshu was able to witness the entire scene.
There was no feeling in her heart.
His delicate eyebrows knitted together involuntarily.
Qin Xi noticed and softly asked, "Yunshu, what's wrong?"
She immediately withdrew her gaze and shook her head. "I'm fine."
"I see that you have a lot on your mind the whole way here."
"You think too much. I'm really fine."
"That's good."
Qin Xi pursed her lips.
No more questions.
Jing Rong poured the entire flask of water into Bai Yin's mouth before releasing her.
He lay on the ground, coughing and gasping for air.
He was battered and exhausted!
Jing Rong patted off the water on his robe. He frowned and looked at him. "Although I promised to let you reach Houliao alive, I didn't say I wouldn't kill you. Once you no longer have any value to me, I can't spare your life."
Remind him!
Bai Yin knew what he meant. She opened her mouth and said, "You want to use me... to blackmail Ma Yinghao?"
"Yes!"
"Do you think … Huhe Hao will care? If he cares, he would've sent troops to chase you by now. Do you think you can safely return to Houliao? "
"Then you'd better pray that your life can become our chess piece. Otherwise, your only outcome will be death."
"Haha." Bai Yin laughed weakly.
Jing Rong's expression was indifferent. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something exposed on Bai Yin's chest.
It was a piece of paper!
He reached out to take it. Bai Yin's expression changed greatly. He cautiously pressed his chest.
But how could he resist Jing Rong's strength?
That piece of paper fell into Jing Rong's hands.
He opened it and his pupils contracted.
The portrait on it … was Ji Yunshu?
The next moment, he grabbed the piece of cloth in front of Bai Yin's chest and lifted him up. His eyes were fierce as he asked in a low voice, "Where did you get this portrait?"
"Is it important?"
"Speak!"
Unexpectedly, Bai Yin closed his eyes and refused to speak. He looked as if he was facing death with equanimity.
Jing Rong didn't know what to do. He clenched his fists and really wanted to throw a punch, but …
He let go of Bai Yin!
He tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart.
"Fine! If you don't want to speak, then I want to see if your mouth is stubborn or your life is stubborn. "He abruptly stood up and put the portrait into his sleeve. Then, he ordered," Move out! "
The two words were so intimidating that everyone was shocked.
Did this prince eat some kind of bomb?
Why is he so angry?
Everyone got up one after another. They didn't dare to waste any more time. Some got on their horses, while others got on their carriages.
Bai Yin, who was lying on the ground, was pulled up. He continued to drag his feeble body forward.
Ji Yunshu sat in the carriage and looked at Jing Rong. She thought, 'What happened?'
Qin Xi was also puzzled.
But she didn't dare to ask.
She felt that the atmosphere wasn't right, so she shrunk her body.
Jing Rong sat on his horse with a gloomy expression. He didn't say a word.
Mo Ruo, who was beside him, reached out and touched him. "What's wrong?"
His expression was grave.
He didn't say anything.
Mo Ruo felt uncomfortable and continued to ask. He guessed, "Is it related to Miss Ji?"
Aside from Ji Yunshu, who else could cause him to be like this?
Jing Rong's' ribs' were poked. His eyes flashed with cold anger. He turned to look at Bai Yin behind the carriage.
Then …
He tightened the reins and ordered, "We must reach Houliao before nightfall."
He galloped away.
Mo Ruo followed closely behind.
The guards and Houliao soldiers could only quicken their pace and chase after them.
Because of this, the rope that was pulling Bai Yin also sped up.
Bai Yin, who was originally walking at a brisk pace, had no choice but to trot. In the end, he lost his strength and fell to the ground. He turned around and put his back on the ground. He pulled his hands over his head and his body rubbed against the ground.
Fortunately, it was only mud and grass.
Otherwise, the skin on his back would have been rubbed off.
He let himself be pulled until his body became numb.
Gradually, he lost consciousness.
Inside the carriage, Ji Yunshu didn't know why the carriage suddenly sped up. It was getting faster and faster. She didn't need to think to know that it was Jing Rong's order. She could also imagine that Bai Yin was being dragged on the ground.
But what could she do?
There was nothing she could do.
After traveling for nearly six hours, they finally arrived at Houliao.
The sky was already dark.
At this moment, Tang Si and a few people were standing on a small hill on the grassland. She calculated the time and concluded that they should have arrived by now.
But she forgot to use her eyes, so she didn't see any sparks or shadows in the distance.
She hugged her bulging belly and glared at the burly man beside her.
"Didn't you say that they would arrive today?"
The man replied, "Yes! Last night, Brother Mo told me to come back first to tell you. "
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