The king of the Moutai was standing right at the door, looking at the fragile body, bleeding in the bed. It was hard to believe that was the girl he said good bye to not long ago, the girl who gave him the peace for his people. What would happen now, with this peace, if she died? She looked close to dead anyway.
The water the servants brought was already blooded. The monk was doing his best in just trying to search for the open wounds so far. There was one in the right part of the head, her cloths were still blooded and in the left side, there was that blade that the monk did not even dare to touch. The royal healer was standing next to him and nodded his head.
-She is as well as dead.
-Yet he does not give up on her.
-She is still bleeding, she lost a lot of blood by now. Her body i
