Yu Qinghai naturally believed his sister's words. He turned back to put on his coat, then said seriously, "Third sister, don't worry! Maybe this really can help him. Tian Yuanyi has been up all night because of his injury. He's really worried sick. Big brother will definitely give it to him personally, so don't worry."

Yu Qinghai carefully held the thing in his arms, his hand tightly holding the bottle.

Yu Qingqing finally felt relieved and started walking back.

Yuan Xichen's injury was indeed difficult to heal because he had delayed it for too long. Furthermore, the location was remote, and if he hadn't been treated promptly, even a person would have gotten sick from the heat in such hot weather, not to mention the wound.

But Yu Qingqing's bottle of golden lotus dew is a must-have for any wound, no matter how severe it is.

Yu Qinghai arrived at Yuan Xichen's residence in a short while, but just like before, there were still many people patrolling nearby.

Seeing Yu Qinghai coming over, a head guard came over to greet him enthusiastically, "Brother Yu, what brings you here at this hour?"

Yu Qinghai also recognized the man in front of him. He replied calmly, "Please pass the message on. I have something important to discuss with your young master. Thank you for your help!"

Yu Qinghai spoke politely, so naturally others would not embarrass him.

After a while, someone came and led Yu Qinghai in. The house built by Yuan Xichen and his team this time was the most magnificent in the village.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary blue brick and tile house, but the inside is very exquisitely decorated. The aisles are filled with colorful flowers and plants, and there are many valuable calligraphy and paintings in the rooms.

Yu Qinghai was dazzled the first time he came here, and he still felt a little uncomfortable the second time.

After Yu Qinghai entered, an old lady came over and led him inside.

After going around a side room, we finally arrived at where Yuan Xichen lived.

Yuan Yi saw Yu Qinghai coming and immediately stood up and walked over. He asked anxiously, "I heard from the people down there that you have something to ask the young master. What is it? Just tell me directly."

Yu Qinghai stood at the door and glanced over to see Yuan Xichen leaning against the bed. He looked much better now.

His body was still wrapped in countless bandages, just like before, because he still had some scars from rolling down the mountain.

Yu Qinghai hesitated for a moment and stammered, "This matter is very important. I need to speak to Master Yuan alone. Would you mind stepping aside? This will also help with his injuries."

Yuan Yi and the guards around him began to be alert. He rarely left Yuan Xichen too far away, but when he heard him say that it would help with his injuries, he became a little tempted again.

Yuan Xichen's wound had been getting inflamed repeatedly lately, and it was almost getting worse. If he didn't find a way to fix it, he might end up with his arm useless.

They secretly invited a miracle doctor, but he was also helpless.

Yuan Yi began to doubt Yu Qinghai's words. Who could be more powerful than the miracle doctor?

Seeing their hesitation, Yu Qinghai continued, "Don't worry, our whole family is here. If anything really happens, I won't abandon my family. But I really need to talk to him alone about this. It's up to you to decide, okay?"

Yuan Xichen seemed to have heard what Yu Qingqing said. He opened his mouth with difficulty and said, "Step aside! Please let him in!"

Just these few words seemed to have taken a lot of effort from him.

After hearing this, everyone retreated outside.

Yu Qinghai then hurried into the room. Seeing Yuan Xichen's pale face, he felt uncomfortable.

Yu Qinghai leaned close to Yuan Xichen and said in a voice only they could hear, "Master Yuan, I have a bottle of potion here. Mix it with water and clean your wound. It will heal your injury. I think yours is quite serious, so you can drink it directly. This was given to my third sister by an old man she met by chance in the mountains. He was grateful for your help. The potion is very precious, and there is only this little bit. Do you want to use it?"

When Yuan Xichen heard that it was Yu Qingqing who came, he felt a little more tender.

He trusts everyone in the Yu family.

Yuan Xichen couldn't wait for his wound to heal, so he took the bottle and drank it directly. He finished it in one gulp, and Yu Qinghai was heartbroken.

Yu Qinghai realized it belatedly and continued, "Mr. Yuan, you're too quick. I haven't finished yet. You don't have to drink it all. Now it's really gone."

Although he knew Yuan Xichen's identity, Yu Qinghai was not at all cowardly. Perhaps it was because of their previous interactions that he had already regarded Yuan Xichen as a friend rather than a noble prince.

But Yu Qinghai knew his limits. At least when he was talking to Yuan Xichen just now, he was still very nervous and uneasy.

After a while, Yu Qinghai was about to say something else, but Yuan Xichen showed a painful expression on his face.

At this time, his internal energy was circulating throughout his body, healing his wounds while also raising his internal energy to a higher level.

The pain of having his eight extraordinary meridians broken through also made Yuan Xichen unable to react for a moment.

"Ah!" Yuan Xichen couldn't help but scream in pain, which scared Yu Qinghai so much that he stood there in a daze.

"What's wrong? What did you do to the prince?" The people outside were already worried, and when they heard Yuan Xichen's voice, they immediately rushed in.

Yu Qinghai was quickly subdued by two people, who thought he had done something to hurt the prince.

Yuan Yi was the first to come and see Yuan Xichen's condition, but the more he looked at him, the more he felt something was not right.

Yuan Xichen was lying on the bed at this time, with beads of sweat flowing down his forehead. He was also trying hard to mobilize his internal energy to adjust his breathing.

Yu Qinghai was subdued and shouted anxiously, "Brothers, this is all a misunderstanding! I don't know why the prince is like this."

Yuan Yi found the small bottle in the corner. He picked it up and walked over to Yu Qinghai, demanding angrily, "Then explain to me what's in this bottle. Did you give the prince this drink just now? That's why he's like this? Do you know that murdering the prince will result in the death of all nine generations of your family? Not only will your family die, but everyone else will be implicated as well."

Yuan Yi's words completely frightened Yu Qinghai. He knelt on the ground in fear and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy, "It really wasn't me. This is something that can cure him. There won't be any problems. You must believe me. This was all done by me alone. It has nothing to do with my family."

"Someone come! Take him away and lock him up first!" Yuan Yi was impatient and didn't want to hear another word from him.