I'm Going to Be Beaten to Death by the Pretty Prince!

"Little Li-er, tell Grandpa honestly, how does your body feel? Does your stomach hurt?" Ye Wuji asked in a low voice as he dodged.

" A little, but it's alright. Don't worry, Grandpa. " Ye Qianli didn't hide it from him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let the old man carry her. She just felt a little uncomfortable.

“..”Ye Wuji was speechless. His heart was in pain. He could only carry his granddaughter more carefully. Otherwise, he would not know anything else.

Ye Wuji did not say anything along the way. He knew that his granddaughter was adjusting her breathing. Firstly, he was afraid of disturbing her, and secondly, he was so ashamed that he could not speak.

It wasn't until two days later when they retreated to Nanyang City, where the South Battalion and the Sea Tribe Army had fought, that Ye Qianli was awakened by the smell of blood.

"How do you feel?" Ye Wuji asked.