"With the task accomplished, may this servant ask Lord for one favor?"
"What is it?"
The young girl said earnestly, "Young Master Long said he would repay my life-saving grace with himself, but he fears troubling Lord. If Young Master Long should ask Lord, please do not make things difficult for him."
This little enchantress, she had clearly fallen in love and gained sentience.
Zhu Jiao hadn't expected that a single feather she'd casually plucked would lead to so much drama. It seemed she couldn't pluck them carelessly anymore.
It was a simple request, and with her calling him "Lord" repeatedly, Baili Chongyan couldn't refuse. He replied, "If he is willing, this King can preside over your wedding. However, the Princess Consort's opinion must also be sought."
The young girl's eyes sparkled as she looked at her master, a far cry from the傻样 (shǎyàng - foolish appearance) of someone who only knew how to obey orders.
Zhu Jiao felt a prickle of unease. "I said I gave you to me, so you are mine. Arrange as you see fit, there's no need to ask me."
"Thank you, Mistress."
The young girl then left with great joy.
Du Jin and Zhou Yu, the senior and junior siblings, suddenly found themselves the only superfluous people once more. They only felt somewhat at ease when a guard suggested they discuss matters in the study.
Their discussion, of course, was about the events in the northern border and the current state of the world.
However, the two who studied medicine were more concerned about another matter: Baili Chongyan's health.
As soon as they entered, Du Jin eagerly spoke, "Your Highness, may this humble one check your pulse?"
They and their master had been treating Baili Chongyan for a long time. When Baili Chongyan was released from the imperial prison in the capital, he was in a terrible state, and it was they who had saved him.
Thus, this master and his two disciples had always been highly respected in the Prince's manor.
Later, their master died accidentally while searching for medicine for Baili Chongyan. The two then carried on their master's legacy, treating him and searching for medicine, their status thus being extraordinary.
But at this moment, Baili Chongyan still did not agree immediately. He looked at Zhu Jiao, seeking her opinion.
"Look, I'm already better anyway."
Du Jin also understood the situation. The current Prince Yan, with his ruddy complexion, vibrant spirit, brisk gait, and normal speech, showed no signs of serious illness. Su Dan Novel Network.
However, he was still uneasy and requested to check the pulse.
After about fifteen minutes, Zhou Yu was getting impatient. "Senior Brother, have you finished checking?"
Du Jin then withdrew his hand. "Your Highness has indeed recovered. Even the old hidden injuries and ailments from the battlefield have healed."
Even more incredible was that his internal energy had also recovered.
One had to know that Baili Chongyan's martial arts had been completely crippled when he was captured. Now, they had not only recovered but were even healthier than before. It was a complete transformation, like a rebirth!
Du Jin dared not speak of this latter part, fearing it would startle them. He only asked, "This is truly a miracle. How was it achieved by the Princess Consort?"
"Du Jin."
Du Jin immediately realized something and knelt on the ground. "This commoner misspoke. I beg the Princess Consort's forgiveness."
"Why are you scaring him?" Zhu Jiao released his hand and said calmly, "There are so many extraordinary people and unusual occurrences in this world. Many things are beyond ordinary people's understanding. If you ask me, even if I told you, you might not believe it, and if you believed, you wouldn't be able to do it. In that case, why bother tormenting yourself?"
Du Jin: "..."
To restore a person who was severely injured and had their martial arts crippled to a state of health and martial prowess was indeed beyond his capabilities.
There was no medicine in this world that could bring the dead back to life or grow flesh and bones. Even if there were, he couldn't obtain it. Asking too many questions was indeed self-torment.
"I understand. Thank you, Princess Consort."
Zhu Jiao was puzzled: Thankful for what?
"It's good that Your Highness is well," Zhou Yu didn't think too much about it. In her heart, everything their master had done was to save Prince Yan. The only thing he worried about before his death was this matter. Now that Prince Yan had recovered, their master, knowing from the netherworld, would be comforted. This was a good thing.
"By the way, Your Highness, I heard that the Fourth Prince had his leg broken by refugees and it cannot be healed."
The guard, unaware of what Baili Chongyan had instructed the dark guards to do, believed the refugee riot that injured the Fourth Prince was real. He immediately sneered, "The Fourth Prince had six imperial physicians accompanying him when he traveled, yet they couldn't save his leg. It seems the people in the Imperial Academy are indeed incompetent."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
When Baili Chongyan was exonerated and released from prison, he needed medical treatment. When people from the Prince's manor went to the Imperial Academy to request a physician, they only sent two apprentices who knew nothing.
The guard had angrily threatened them with his sword, only to receive the reply, "The people in the Imperial Academy are incompetent," and that was it.
What was this now?
Was this truly the turn of fortune's wheel?
Zhou Yu said indignantly, "It's best if it's truly broken. Let that villain be arrogant. Let him also taste what it's like to be unable to walk and have to use a wheelchair."
"Junior Sister!"
Baili Chongyan, however, was indifferent. "A leg that cannot walk, the taste of using a wheelchair is indeed unpleasant. Now that I am well, there is nothing that cannot be said."
Zhou Yu knew she had spoken out of turn and dared not speak further.