They remained silent for the rest of the journey. An hour and a half later, the carriage arrived at the gate of Prince An's residence.

"Master, we've arrived." Feng Yan didn't dare say another word the whole way, even his breathing was very shallow, and naturally he didn't dare to listen to the conversation of the people in the carriage.

Lu Xiaoyun, inside the carriage, gave a faint "hmm".

Jiang Chuan stepped forward and lifted the carriage curtain, whispering to Lu Xiaoyun, "Your Highness, yesterday on my way back to the manor, I saw the Third Prince's men lurking suspiciously outside Ganlu Temple."

Lu Xiaoyun nodded. It was not surprising that both Zhu Zhi and Zhu Chen were being monitored by others.

Therefore, the shady relationship between Zhu Zhi and Ren Yong'an must have already been known to Zhu Chen's people.

It's pathetic that they think they're doing so well, believing they've kept their positions well hidden.

Lu Yuyan jumped off the carriage first, took a deep breath, looked up at the three large gilded characters "Anwang Mansion", and clicked his tongue repeatedly.

He's truly extravagant.

Feng Yan glanced at Lu Yuyan, his brows furrowing imperceptibly. How could his master say that this carefree fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's medical skills were even better than those of Imperial Physician Jiang?

And they even want him to stay by his master's side and serve as his doctor?

The master actually brought this person of unknown origin to the Prince An's mansion.

As the commander of Prince An's secret guards, he must thoroughly investigate this person's background.

Inside the carriage, Lu Xiaoyun looked at Zhu Yu, who was petite and dressed in a light purple dress, in her arms. His body was burning hot, but his hands were ice cold, and he was still unconscious.

Lu Xiaoyun carried Zhu Yu off the carriage and headed straight for Feixue Garden.

Lu Yuyan followed Lu Xiaoyun and they walked together toward Feixue Garden.

Everyone in the Prince's mansion bowed their heads, held their breath, and consciously stepped aside to pay their respects, not daring to make a sound.

Lu Yuyan, on the other hand, couldn't take it all in with just two eyes; the Prince An's mansion was just too damn grand.

"What did you say? Yu'er actually carried that bitch Lu Xiaoyun back to Feixue Garden and even summoned Imperial Physician Jiang!" In the backyard, in Consort Duan's courtyard, Zhang Mama secretly told Consort Duan everything she had just seen at the gate.

Zhang Mama cautiously glanced at Consort Duan's expression: "Yes, this servant saw it with my own eyes. That wretched woman Lu Xiaoyun seems to have fainted, and her arm is also injured."

Consort Duan's eyes sharpened as she looked at Zhang Mama: "Have you fainted? Are you injured? What happened?"

"I heard they went to Ganlu Temple yesterday. The prince's guards and servants are keeping their mouths shut. Apart from that, I really can't find out any other information."

"Ganlu Temple? Yesterday? They only just returned." Consort Duan's voice suddenly rose. "You mean they spent the night at Ganlu Temple?"

Zhang Mama nodded, but inwardly snorted coldly, wondering why the prince hadn't even asked if he was also injured.

With a mother like that, it's no wonder the prince doesn't want to tell her anything.

Consort Duan snorted coldly: "Go, bring An Yi to me! I want to ask him what he and that thief have been doing all day and night!"

Granny Zhang secretly glanced at Consort Duan and said, "Your Highness, the Prince has given An Yi a name, something like Feng Yan."

"Give a name? Ha, when did Yu'er become so free? Why bother with a servant!"

Granny Zhang lowered her head and said, "It is said that the prince has given each of the secret guards a name, no longer calling them 'Secret Guard One' or 'Secret Guard Two' as before."

Consort Duan fiddled with her sharp silver nail guards. Since her wedding, she had come to understand her son less and less.

"Hmph, this concubine of mine lives in his Yunmei Garden. Instead of coming to pay his respects to me every morning and evening, he has the leisure to bestow names upon his secret guards."

Zhang Mama dared not reply. The so-called motherly love and filial piety should come first.

"After Yu'er leaves the manor, go and bring that guy named Feng Yan here. I want to question him properly."

"yes."

"Have someone keep an eye on Yu'er, so that I, his own mother, don't always find out about everything last."

Zhang Mama felt a chill run down her spine and could only reply, "Yes."

Inside the Feixue Garden, Imperial Physician Jiang was staring at the young boy in front of him. He saw the boy holding silver needles and inserting them with great precision and speed into the back of "Princess An".

He was dumbfounded, especially since the other person was wearing a layer of clothing between them.

That technique was so skillful.

If he remembers correctly, he used the long-lost Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Needle!

However, he had only seen it in ancient books.

Unexpectedly, in his old age, he was fortunate enough to witness this acupuncture technique, and on a young boy no less!

A miracle doctor!

"Young brother, I wish to become your apprentice. How about you teach me this acupuncture technique?"

If Lu Yuyan hadn't already developed the habit of being fully focused when treating patients, he might have flung the silver needles out of his hand upon hearing this.

He inserted the needle steadily, saying at the same time, "I won't stop!"

Lu Xiaoyun couldn't help but twitch her lips: "Imperial Physician Jiang, you're quite old, and you're the head of the Imperial Medical Academy. How can you call a little kid 'Master'? How can you be so shameless?"

Physician Jiang's beard twitched. If it weren't for the fact that the person opposite him was "Prince An," he would have kicked him long ago.

“Your Highness, you may not know this, but in our line of work, whoever is the most capable is the boss. Clearly, this young man’s skills far surpass those of yours.”

Lu Xiaoyun had no doubt about this.

"Your Highness, where did you find such a treasure? After he has shown it to the Princess, could I borrow it for a few days?"

"No way!"

Lu Xiaoyun and Lu Yuyan spoke up at the same time.

Physician Jiang's beard twitched slightly.

After an incense stick had burned, Lu Yuyan put away his needles and resumed his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

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