Qiu Jun limped along with difficulty, the wound on his back tearing open again due to his movements. The friction of his clothes against his skin didn't cause his eyes to flinch, and he walked out of the castle with his back ramrod straight.
Wu Qing felt a bitter tightness in her heart, yet she chose to stand up and quickly follow.
The subordinates who had been waiting outside the castle for a day and a night rushed forward with concern upon seeing Qiu Jun emerge.
"Young Master Qiu, are you alright?"
Qiu Jun's eyelids drooped, and he eventually fainted, startling his group of subordinates. Wu Qing hurried over to see Qiu Jun collapse into the arms of his men, her expression drastically changing as she strode forward.
"Quick, call a doctor."