After leaving the dungeon, Yun Jiuge went to Qing'er's room.
Her room was next to the Golden Dragon Hall. Everything was built with white jade and Spiritual Wood, and there was a fine Spiritual Vein buried underneath which was of great benefit to Ling Clan's Cultivation.
"Your Highness." Qing'er was lying on the white jade ice bed, covered with Icy Vigor silk blanket. Seeing Yun Jiuge enter, she propped herself up, wanting to get up and bow in greeting.
"You've not recovered from your injury yet. Quickly lie down!" Yun Jiuge gently eased Qing'er back to bed.
"Your Highness, it's all my fault for being useless and unable to stop the two assassins," Qing'er said, looking ashamed.
She was known for her poor qualifications in the Ling Clan. It was all thanks to the Goddess for letting her take care of the little prince. But she was unable to even stop an assassin. She was really useless to the extreme.