The Crown Prince nodded, "Come on."
A knife cut through his middle finger, and bright red blood immediately flowed out, turning the water basin bright red.
The Crown Prince sucked in a breath of cold air, his entire body shivered for a moment. It was incredibly painful, yet he didn't utter a single sound.
"This won't do. If it continues like this, the Crown Prince will lose too much blood and die," Hen Yizheng looked at the increasingly red water basin, frowning.
Yang Ruxin also frowned, looking at the Crown Prince's paling complexion. It seemed water wouldn't work, so... would it be better to apply some ointment?
However, at that moment, a small bulge suddenly appeared on the Crown Prince's forehead.
"It's moving," Yang Ruxin's eyes lit up, "Crown Prince, hold on just a bit longer."
The Crown Prince leaned on the Crown Princess Consort, feeling somewhat faint, but still nodded slightly.
