In the morning, Leng Feng had injured Leng Ren and Leng Nuo. Later, he almost went mad again. Having just exhausted his inner strength while struggling with the Prince, he had his Ren and Du meridians sealed by Huo Feng immediately, which was why he was so weak now.
Leng Si handed Leng Feng a cup of water and turned to leave after watching him drink it. The Prince had left enough Spiritual Spring Water. Although he hadn't specified who it was for, they knew Leng Feng could also drink it.
After drinking the diluted Spiritual Spring Water, Leng Feng felt that the dryness in his chest was greatly relieved.
When Su Ling'er saw them leave, she slowly approached again, wanting to elicit information. She had been here for almost a day. Why hadn't the Regent Prince come to see him!
“Brother Leng Feng, are you feeling better now?”
“Much better after drinking the Spiritual Spring Water.” Leng Feng swallowed, savoring the cool, moist sensation as the Spiritual Spring Water went down his throat.
Su Ling'er's eyes darted around, and she asked casually, “What is Spiritual Spring Water?”
“It’s a colorless and odorless divine water that strengthens the body and greatly benefits martial arts cultivation.” Leng Feng felt that the items Su Muqing brought out were all extraordinary, so there was no harm in talking about them.
If the common people knew that their ruler was a capable person who could communicate with spirits, they might be even more submissive to His Majesty and this country.
Therefore, in the following time, Leng Feng told Su Ling'er many things about Su Muqing. This included how she would occasionally produce novelties and elixirs. He described Su Muqing as extremely divine, almost as if she were a celestial being descended to earth.
Initially, Su Ling'er was very interested in the strange things Leng Feng spoke of.
For example, the large carriages that could run without being pulled by oxen, Su Muqing's elusive and divine master, and the divine medicines Leng Feng mentioned that could bring the dead back to life.
However, when she heard Leng Feng constantly praising Su Muqing, her expression turned sour. She pouted and mumbled softly, “If the medicine she took out is as powerful as you say, why haven't they given you any divine medicine even though you’re so badly injured…”
Su Ling'er’s unintentional remark caused Leng Feng’s bright eyes to dim gradually. “There was a severe viral infection in Si'an Prefecture before, and the Prince’s divine medicine ran out. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought Leng Nuo back to Yaoking to find His Majesty. Even if the medicine hadn't run out, the Prince probably wouldn’t have given it to me, especially considering the acupoints on my body…”
“What did you say? Huo Qiyuan isn’t at Qingya Pavilion? He returned to Yaoking City?” Su Ling'er didn't notice the disappointment in Leng Feng's eyes. She didn't even wait for Leng Feng to finish speaking before suddenly standing up and shouting loudly.
Leng Feng looked at Su Ling'er strangely, finding her expression and gaze odd. Also, how could she address the Prince by name? This Su Ling'er was completely different from the one he knew before!
“I’m asking you! Isn’t the Regent Prince at Qingya Pavilion?” Su Ling'er also realized she had spoken out of turn just now.
But what concerned her more was Huo Qiyuan's whereabouts, so she didn't notice how her tone and attitude differed from usual.
Leng Feng subconsciously nodded, unsure why Su Ling'er was so concerned about the Prince's whereabouts. “Yes! My tenth brother’s injuries were too severe, so they set off for Yaoking this morning.”
“It takes at least half a month to travel from Si'an Prefecture to Yaoking. Didn’t you say your tenth brother’s injuries were serious? How did they return? Did they fly back?”
“The Prince has a mount, a colossal divine eagle. It only takes one day to travel between Si'an Prefecture and Yaoking. Haven’t you heard of the divine eagle Eagle Batian in Yaoking City?”
Su Ling'er sank into the chair, her brow furrowed as she cursed inwardly. Wang Bingchang had already urged her several times. She had initially thought she would have a chance to succeed today, but she hadn't expected that the person wouldn't even be in Si'an Prefecture.
“How could I have the fortune to see the Prince’s mount…” she muttered, her tone decidedly unpleasant.
But it was precisely because of this remark that Leng Feng began to look at her with suspicion. Wasn't Su Ling'er from Yaoking? Why wouldn't she know about the divine eagle and the black bear?
Initially, His Majesty was worried about frightening the common people, so he didn't often bring his larger pets into public view. However, in the last year or so, both the black bear and the eagle had become well-known divine beasts in Yaoking City.
Could it be that Su Ling'er didn't live in Yaoking?
Neither of them spoke any further. Leng Feng's mind was clearer now, and without the interference of strong inner energy, his emotions weren't easily stirred, allowing him to pause and think about things carefully.
As for Su Ling'er, she didn't even glance at Leng Feng at this moment. Since Huo Qiyuan wasn't here, she had to make new plans.
When Wang Bingchang sent his last message, his tone was already quite displeased. He said he hoped that the next time she brought back news, the matter would have been settled.
Trapped in the same room, their thoughts diverged.
“Brother, do you want to drink some more Spiritual Spring Water?” Leng Heng couldn't bear to see Leng Ren in so much pain, his lips completely bloodless.
Leng Ao was also anxious, seeing Leng Ren shed tears of pain. “How could it not work? I remember that whenever we had a wound before, as long as we applied Spiritual Spring Water, it would heal quickly!”
“Perhaps it’s because we always used it on wounds before? Although Brother’s left shoulder was shattered, it was the tendons and bones that were injured, not the skin, so the Spiritual Spring Water isn’t effective?” Leng Si, without realizing it, had spoken quite accurately.
“Then what do we do now? The Prince probably won’t be back for a while. Are we just going to watch Brother suffer so terribly?” Leng Ao leaned weakly against the wall. He couldn't bear to see Leng Ren in pain, so he irritably ran a hand through his hair and turned away.
Leng Heng pointed to the large, swollen, and shiny purple-blue bruise on Leng Ren’s shoulder and tentatively said, “Why don’t we cut open the bruise on his shoulder and apply the medicine? Didn’t Fourth Brother say that Spiritual Spring Water might be more effective on bleeding wounds?”
Leng Ao turned around angrily at this, roaring softly at Leng Heng, “How can we do that? Brother is in enough pain now; wouldn't cutting him again make him even more painful?”
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
“Both of you, stop arguing! We need to find a way to make Brother less pained…”
“Cut it open! I can’t stand it anymore…”