Chapter 43 World 2 (19)

Miss Deng sat at the bottom, looking up at Yuwen Xuan, her heart tense.

It was not until the court doctor who was looking through the prescription relaxed his brows and said, "Although this prescription is unheard of, these medicines are all good for treating muscle and bone injuries, and there is no conflict when mixed together." Upon hearing this, Miss Deng's heart was relieved.

She tried to see joy and gratitude on Yuwen Xuan's face. After all, she helped find a good prescription, and Yuwen Xuan's hidden disease could be cured. He should be moved.

Yuwen Xuan sat upright, his back straight, his fingers slightly curled, tapping his knees. He didn't look at Miss Deng or the court doctor, seemingly absent-minded. Even when the court doctor admitted that the prescription might be effective, he only raised an eyebrow.

"Then use it."

Yuwen Xuan left a message and gave Miss Deng another reward. Miss Deng felt gloomy, feeling that this was not the outcome she had hoped for. If she had offered the prescription, Yuwen Xuan would have treated her differently, recognizing her difference... rather than, as he had now, severing their relationship with a few boxes of gold, silver, and jewelry, as if it were a business transaction. Therefore, to Hua Qing's astonishment, Miss Deng politely declined the rewards.

She spoke forcefully, "I'm offering the prescription, not asking for a reward. I will help you cure your hidden illness, Yuwen Xuan."

Although everyone was surprised when Miss Deng shouted Yuwen Xuan's name in public, they pretended not to hear it.

Yu Wenxuan's expression changed slightly, and he said "It's up to you".

Several boxes of jewels were returned. Hua Qing looked at the golden gold and the pearls sparkling with soft brilliance, and felt her eyes sore and her heart ached.

The steward respectfully took back the reward, and Miss Deng suddenly said, "Since I was the one who offered the prescription, it's only natural for me to accompany you during the treatment."

Hearing this, the housekeeper's eyes paused slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Of course."

Baoshan stayed in the house, wiping the Changming Sword with a soft handkerchief.

The soft handkerchief was only stained with clean water, but the Changming Sword, after being cared for, had a faint fragrance.

The fragrance was extremely elegant, not coming from the clean water or the soft handkerchief, but from the snow-white wrists and the long silk gown.

The dried flowers were soaked in water, and their fragrance stained Baoshan's dress. Because she changed it frequently, the fragrance was so thick that it seeped into her dress and penetrated her skin and bones.

The so-called fragrance of jade bones is mostly not a natural gift, but a result of human effort.

Now, even if Baoshan doesn't place dried flowers in clean water on the bed, the faint fragrance on her body will not dissipate.

She stayed beside the Changming Sword for a long time, and the gentle fragrance also stained the sword.

The Changming Sword, which was originally wrapped in evil spirits, is now stained with the delicate fragrance of a girl, with hardness and softness intertwined. Just leaning over and taking a light sniff will make people imagine a lot.

The door suddenly opened, embracing the sunlight outside. Baoshan could not clearly see the man's face, but from his towering stature, he guessed that it was Yuwen Xuan.

There were several people following Yuwen Xuan, including the housekeeper, the palace doctor... and Miss Deng.

Baoshan lowered her eyelids, her delicate face twitched slightly, as if she was frightened, and she was about to kneel down in a hurry with a pale face.

"Your Majesty."

Yuwen Xuan said in a deep voice: "Wait on the side."

Baoshan's weak knees stiffened slightly, and he responded softly, then stepped aside obediently.

The court physician had already prepared the decoction according to the prescription. However, before drinking it, Yuwen Xuan needed to raise the Changming Sword again so that the court physician could carefully observe the tension in his tendons and muscles, as well as any changes after taking the decoction. This would be recorded in the medical records, allowing him to appropriately increase or decrease the dosage of the herbs on the prescription.

When the court physician made this request, his legs were trembling and he almost couldn't stand.

Letting Yuwen Xuan hold a sword in public is like asking a beast with its claws and fangs plucked out to demonstrate how to hunt.

He even secretly thought about how he would deal with it if Yuwen Xuan disagreed. But Yuwen Xuan was silent for a moment and then agreed.

At this moment, the door of the house was closed. The court doctor looked around. Apart from himself and Yu Wenxuan holding a sword, there were only three people -

The housekeeper who was in charge of everything in the palace insisted on bringing along Miss Deng and the maid who took care of Changming Sword.

The court doctor said softly, "Your Highness, it's done."

He picked up the pen and stared at Yu Wenxuan's arm.

Yuwen Xuan walked to the front of the Changming Sword and covered the hilt with his broad palm.

The hilt was cold, and the vines carved on it almost spread from the hilt to his palm.

No matter how many enemies he killed and how many blood soaked his clothes, Yuwen Xuan never panicked.

But at this moment, he felt that the room was too quiet. All eyes were focused on the Changming Sword. They held their breath and did not dare to make the slightest movement.

The room was so quiet that Yu Wenxuan could hear the beating sound coming from his chest.

Plop, plop...

Yuwen Xuan exerted a little force, and a white light of a sword blade appeared under his broad palm.

As he got closer, Yuwen Xuan could smell a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose. The fragrance was extremely light and elegant, as if it could be blown away by a slightly stronger breath.

Scented with this light fragrance, the Changming Sword was no longer the Changming Sword in his mind, and his originally beating heart gradually calmed down.

The white light of the sword blade grew longer and longer, and finally the dazzling light gathered into a point, flashing on the tip of the sword.

Yuwen Xuan raised the Changming Sword.

The vines tightly wrapped around the hilt of the sword sank into Yuwen Xuan's sleeves, and he seemed to be one with the sword.

The bottom of Yu Wenxuan's eyes were dark and deep, like a very deep pool of water. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was a bit of murderous aura surging around him.

Yuwen Xuan's appearance should have frightened people, but after the fear, people felt a bit of respect and admiration for his majestic figure at this moment.

Miss Deng's heart was beating fast, she felt that the legends were all fake. Who said that Yuwen Xuan couldn't lift the Changming Sword? Isn't this a good thing?

Except for Miss Deng, whose eyes sparkled, the others, especially the court physician, frowned and had worried looks in their eyes.

Yuwen Xuan's originally tense muscles suddenly relaxed, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face was as cold and hard as usual, only the corners of his lips seemed to be stretched into a straight line.

"Bang."

The Changming sword fell to the ground.

The scorching white light reflected Yu Wenxuan's slightly gloomy face, and the hand that had just held the sword was now trembling slightly.

The admiration and respect in Miss Deng's eyes were instantly covered by disappointment.

It happened so suddenly that Miss Deng didn't even have time to hide the look of surprise on her face.

Yuwen Xuan stretched out his palm for the court doctor to examine carefully.

Miss Deng saw the usually respectful housekeeper now looking at her with a frown and a somewhat stiff expression. She couldn't help but mutter, "What's the big deal? I have the prescription, and I'll get better sooner or later."

She hurriedly concealed her disappointment. Miss Deng had heard that Yuwen Xuan's tendons were broken, but she had never seen it with her own eyes.

She thought that Yuwen Xuan should be a man who galloped on the battlefield and was indifferent to worldly things.

Just now, Yuwen Xuan's hands trembled and he dropped the Changming Sword. Such a scene was something Miss Deng had never imagined.

Miss Deng thought about it and realized that Yuwen Xuan had a prescription and would be cured sooner or later. If he couldn't be cured... even if Yuwen Xuan lost the strength to lift a sword, he was still the best among the millions of men in this other world.

No one responded to what Miss Deng had just said. Her face flushed, and her eyes swept across the court doctor, the housekeeper, and finally fell on Bao Shan hiding in the corner.

"Since you are a servant, how can you not come forward to serve at a time like this?"

When Miss Deng saw Baoshan timidly walking to Yuwen Xuan's side, she felt a little relieved: Baoshan was so timid and cowardly, and Yuwen Xuan was obviously in a low mood at the moment. If Baoshan did something wrong out of fear, no one would notice her previous rudeness.

Yu Wenxuan's palms were trembling slightly, which was the result of forcing himself to exert too much force.

The court doctor couldn't bear Bao Shan's helpless look, so he reminded her which acupoint to press.

Bao Shan placed his palm on Yuwen Xuan's palm, which was soft and tender, yet felt hot and scorching.

The acupoint the court physician mentioned was on the back of the hand. The treasure fan could turn Yuwen Xuan's palm over and press it easily.

But she didn't. She placed her hand on Yuwen Xuan's palm, let her fingers pass through Yuwen Xuan's fingers, and went around to the blood channel on the back of his hand and pressed gently.

Yuwen Xuan looked up, and there seemed to be ice and snow flowing in his eyes, extremely cold.

Bao Shan squatted in front of him, her body shaking with fear, and her soft, boneless hands were trembling as well.

Yuwen Xuan didn't know why she was so timid, and the trembling of her hands was more violent than the damage to his tendons and veins.

Bao Shan probably thought he was a helpless little animal, and even the strength to press his acupoints was weak.

Yu Wenxuan clenched his palm lightly and easily held the slender hand.

Baoshan's eyelashes twitched slightly, and she raised her eyes blankly to look at Yuwen Xuan.

"Heavier."

Bao Shan timidly replied "yes" and pressed harder on the acupoint. But the force was still not enough, like the force of a cotton ball.

Now the strength is like dough. Although it has increased, it is still soft and weak.

The court physician put down his pen and brought the medicine soup.

The medicinal soup had already been boiled. In order to keep it warm, it was placed in a porcelain bowl and kept warm over hot water. Now it was held in the palm of the hand, and it still had a hint of heat.

As soon as the lid of the bowl was lifted, a strong, bitter smell washed over him. This prescription contained a significant amount of coptis root.

Despite the bitter medicinal soup, Yuwen Xuan remained calm and drank it all in one gulp.

The court doctor still wanted to observe the changes in his arm, so he started talking about other things.

"Your Highness's tendons and veins were severed with silver needles. This man was ruthless and extremely patient. He severed every tendon and vein, leaving no chance of recovery."

The court doctor only knew how to treat illnesses, and even when talking with Yuwen Xuan, he could not forget his condition.

But he didn't seem to know how to express himself properly, and his words were extremely direct, without any euphemisms.

Yuwen Xuan was not angry, perhaps because he was used to the court doctor saying these words in his ear.

Not only the court doctor, but everyone around him was reminding him: his tendons and veins were broken, and he would never be able to lift the Changming Sword again.

Although Yuwen Xuan was moody, he was not angry because of these words, because what they said was true.

If we were to kill someone out of anger just because they told the truth, wouldn't the world be filled with rivers of blood?

The butler spoke slowly: "Even so, the prince's former heroic demeanor is unmatched."

The housekeeper turned his gaze to the silent Baoshan and asked, "Baoshan, what do you think?"

As the butler's eyes widened, Baoshan shook his head slightly.

"I don't know how heroic the prince was in the past."

“Just now, after listening to what the palace doctor said, I felt that the flashing swords and shadows of the battlefield were too sad.

When I was embroidering, the silver needle pierced my fingertip and it hurt for days. That person was so cruel, he actually... If the prince can stay away from those horrific methods in the future, he won't have to suffer sleepless nights... "

Under everyone's gaze, Baoshan was unable to finish his words.

She thought that being so far away from the battlefield was not a good thing.

But with her petty girlish mentality, it would be too presumptuous to use it to evaluate Yuwen Xuan.