Chapter 7 Chapter 7 "...something that is not easy to deal with."...

During the conversation between father and daughter, the God Emperor said a lot.

He told Jiu Zhao that healing Fu Xu would not just deplete her immortal essence.

As long as he can successfully refine the true blood energy in his body, Jiu Zhao's immortal power will be broken through and improved.

After listening to the teachings of the God Emperor and having dinner with him, Jiu Zhao leisurely returned on the Heavenly Chariot.

Along the way, she thought to herself, since Fuxu refused for her own sake, there was no need for her to be hard on a wounded person. She would temporarily place him in the side hall, and wait until he woke up and sincerely admitted his mistake, and then decide whether to continue practicing with him.

When Jiu Zhao stepped on the land of Lihentian on tiptoe, it was her personal maid Jiangyu who came to greet her.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. Sister Zhu Ying is seriously injured. I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you regularly during this period."

After sorting out the Fuxu issue, I almost forgot about Zhu Ying.

Jiu Zhao felt a little uncomfortable with Jiangyu's words.

She didn't show any emotion on her face, but hummed lightly. When she asked about Fuxu's condition, Jiangyu replied, "The Lord Fuxu hasn't woken up yet. Xiangbi and the doctors are guarding the side hall. If the Lord wakes up, Xiangbi will report to you immediately."

Xiangbi is another personal maid of Jiuzhao.

Compared to the lively and talkative Jiangyu, she has a more steady personality and is more meticulous and thorough in her handling of matters.

Jiu Zhao was not worried about what might happen in the side hall with Xiang Bi in it, so he skipped Fu Xu and asked about another important matter: "Do you have the key to my private vault? Give it to me, I need to go into the vault to look for something."

Jiangyu took the key from her belt and said with a smile, "Your Highness, what are you looking for in the private vault? I know the place well. I will accompany you."

Of course, I went to the private warehouse to look for medicinal herbs.

This was another thing that the God Emperor reminded Jiu Zhao of during the meal.

Most of the medical officers in Sanqingtian do not recognize the true blood of the phoenix and cannot prescribe the right medicine. For unspeakable reasons, this matter cannot be made public in front of the immortals. Therefore, Jiu Zhao needs to personally prepare the necessary immortal plants to speed up Fuxu's recovery.

Jiu Zhao did not refuse Jiang Yu's request.

She brought Jiangyu to the private vault, took out the list given by the God Emperor, and asked Jiangyu to work with her to find all the herbs listed on it.

Jiu Zhao was never stingy when it came to material resources. She took out everything she had in her private treasury.

Precious medicinal herbs piled up on the ground as high as a small mountain. A flash of inspiration flashed, and Jiu Zhao's storage ring was stored in it. She threw the ring to Jiang Yu and said, "You hand over the immortal plants and the list inside to the medical officer. Tell them to boil the medicine and feed it to Fu Xu."

"yes."

Jiangyu agreed and left.

After watching the other person leave the private vault, Jiu Zhao hesitated for a moment, then turned around and looked for elixirs to treat external injuries.

…

There are no four seasons in Sanqing Heaven, but the sun rises and the moon sets just like on earth.

As the night fell, countless lotus glass lanterns lit up on both sides of the road, decorating the entire Changxi Palace with another brilliant scene.

In the silence, Jiu Zhao, clutching two bottles of medicine in his hands, walked to the gate of the courtyard where Zhu Ying lived alone.

She hesitated whether to go in, but the bedroom door was pushed open.

Zhu Ying, who had regained his male form, was wearing a smock and struggling to hold a basin of blood-stained water, as if he had just finished cleaning himself.

When his eyes fell on Jiu Zhao who was wandering outside the courtyard, Zhu Ying was stunned for a moment and wanted to greet him, but his hands holding the basin of water were a little at a loss.

Seeing this, Jiu Zhao waved his hand to signal him not to be so polite.

Since she was discovered, she simply stated her purpose: "I came to see you and brought some medicine for your injuries."

Zhu Ying was more and more surprised.

He poured the blood onto the land where the flowers were planted, and quickly walked forward to welcome Jiu Zhao into the house: "It's a windy and dewy night, please come in, Your Highness."

Before entering, Jiu Zhao's eyes inadvertently swept across the land, and saw a faint light like fireflies shimmering in the place where the blood had been poured.

Zhu Ying's shoulders and arms were injured, making it difficult for him to exert force.

However, after the simple action of carrying water and pouring it, and putting down the basin, his wrist was still shaking uncontrollably.

Jiu Zhao was well aware of the power of the divine whip bestowed upon her by her father. She sat on a stool beside the bed, handed the medicine over, and whispered, "You're already injured like this, so don't push yourself any further. You're the commanding immortal official of Changxi Palace. It's beneath your dignity to not have two maids to serve you."

"Your Highness, although I have been wearing women's clothing for many years, I am still a man, and it is against the rules to have a maid serve me.

"...Besides, I cannot let anyone discover my true gender."

Zhu Ying's rejection was exactly the same as before, which made Jiu Zhao, who was just making small talk, touch his nose in embarrassment.

The atmosphere was about to quiet down, and Zhu Ying turned his attention back to the medicine. He studied the name of the medicine on the bottle for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Jiu Zhao sincerely, "These medicines are all top-grade immortal medicines presented by Nanling. I thank Your Highness again for your generosity."

Jiu Zhao had almost never taken the initiative to show kindness to anyone in her life. Following Zhu Ying's words, she was unsure how to express her concern and came up with a new idea: "Your arm is seriously injured and you can't use your strength. Why don't you let me help you apply medicine?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she snatched the medicine from Zhu Ying's hand without saying a word.

"Your Highness, this is even more against the rules. I am a man..."

Now, even Zhu Ying, who was smart, started to stutter.

"So what? In my heart, you are no different from a woman. If your male form is embarrassing, why don't you just change back to a female form?"

Jiu Zhao half raised his head as a matter of course.

Her words made Zhu Ying smile bitterly for a moment, and his initial embarrassment also subsided a lot - that's right, in Jiu Zhao's heart, he was just a subordinate, a tool to serve her, and he had to be careful about the relationship between men and women when talking to a tool. No wonder she showed an incredible expression.

Zhu Ying felt embarrassed, but Jiu Zhao, who was always quick to act, took action.

She dragged a square stool closer and pulled open Zhu Ying's belt, revealing a thin but well-defined male body.

...He is indeed a man, and his body structure is different from that of women.

Jiu Zhao paused slightly with her fingers hooked on her sleeves, facing the fact that Zhu Ying was a man, which seemed to have a greater impact than she had imagined.

She lowered her eyes, her cheeks feeling a little hot.

But in order to heal the rift with Zhu Ying, she poured out the dew in the medicine bottle and applied it little by little on the skin that she had injured.

"Take off some more of your tunic. I can't apply the paint on your shoulders and arms."

"Your Highness, good Your Highness, how about I do it myself... If anyone sees me, I'm afraid I'll be punished by heavenly thunder tomorrow..."

"They are all guarding Fuxu. No one followed me here. Don't worry."

"Then please be a little gentler..."

After being rubbed and pressed by Jiu Zhao's clumsy hands several times, Zhu Ying, who had been gritting his teeth to endure it, couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Are you alright? Then be gentle with me—"

Jiu Zhao, who was applying the medicine for the first time, looked at the face and the wound at times, and wished he could have more eyes to surround Zhu Ying tightly.

When she reached the whip marks on her collarbone, she suddenly stood up and stepped on the hem of her skirt, almost knocking Zhu Ying onto the bed.

Her flustered look made her look even more naive and childish.

Zhu Ying saw this and felt both amused and embarrassed, but the unbearable pain seemed to be relieved a little.

Still a child with a pure heart.

For tens of thousands of years, her father, the God Emperor, was often absent. She had stumbled all the way to where she is today, and someone had to tolerate her character flaws.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ying's last bit of anger at his son's lack of fighting spirit dissipated.

He looked at Jiu Zhao, who was always arrogant, and the hairy swirls that were revealed when he lowered his head to apply the medicine, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.

"In fact, I haven't punished you for many years."

Feeling the two gazes, Jiu Zhao said in a low voice.

Zhu Ying responded softly: "I understand. Your Highness always favors his own people. This time it was my fault. I didn't listen to Your Highness."

Jiu Zhao was quickly coaxed into a good mood. He wrinkled his nose and curled his lips: "I'm glad you understand. Don't do this next time."

"Um!"

Zhu Ying nodded vigorously.

They were silent for a while. Jiu Zhao stroked the scars on his chest from the whip and said slowly, "In the next few days, you should rest well and don't rush to serve me. When your injuries are fully healed, come back to me... From now on, I won't beat you again."

They shared equal and tender moments.

In the last sentence of the promise, Jiu Zhao used "I" instead of "this Lord", which seemed more like a promise between friends.

Zhu Ying's heart and eyebrows moved together.

He realized that at this time, he should say something to repay Jiu Zhao's closeness.

But the jade token of sound transmission hung on Jiu Zhao's sash suddenly flickered.

Then, Jiang Yu's urgent voice came from the jade tablet: "Your Highness, Your Highness, something bad has happened! The God of Fuxu refused to listen to our servants' advice and wanted to return to Pimeng Palace as soon as he woke up. He used his divine power and the wound on his abdomen has started bleeding again. Please come to the side hall and persuade the God of Fuxu!"

“…something that’s not easy to deal with.”

Jiu Zhao scolded, his eyebrows knitted together.

She had only applied half of the medicine when she had to leave.

Zhu Ying didn't stop her, and cleansed her hands with a spell. Finally, he added, "Injured people often have to endure pain, and their emotional fluctuations are not without reason. Your Highness is the crown prince of Sanqing Heaven, and you are kind and generous. Naturally, you won't hold it against the God Fuxu."

Earnest words slipped into his ears. Jiu Zhao looked at Zhu Ying and said awkwardly, "I know."

…

Jiu Zhao hurried to the side hall, and Fu Xu was forced to sit on the bed. As soon as he stood up, he was held down by the maid and the medical officer.

"God, you must not use your divine power again until the wound on your abdomen heals!"

"Without divine power, I can just walk back to the Pimeng Palace."

"Your internal injuries are so severe, you should focus on meditation. You can't even walk or stand with large movements, Lord God—"

"I know my injuries very well. Even if something unexpected happens, it's not your fault."

"God—"

Jiu Zhao was annoyed when she saw Fu Xu's stubbornness. In her frustration, she condensed a divine whip from her palm.

The immortal light surrounding the long whip stung the eyes of everyone in the hall. Fuxu still leaned against the headboard without reacting. The medical officers who were trying to persuade Fuxu immediately fell to their knees, saying, "Your Highness, please do not whip the God anymore. He cannot bear it!"

"Move aside! What are you making such a fuss about? When will it be your turn to call the shots in Changxi Palace?"

Jiu Zhao raised her eyebrows and kicked away the hospital man who was struggling to hold her calf.

Blocked by layers of people, she couldn't get close to Fuxu, so she turned her wrist sideways and threw the magic whip hard.

"No--"

Do you want to stand before the God?

Is he going to die in the line of duty today?

The long whip turned into a beam of light, and as it got closer and closer, the two fatal questions emerged in the minds of the medical officers.

Before they could make a decision, the target was approaching and the fierce whip wind suddenly softened.

Swish, swish, swish!

The long whip circled around Fuxu's frail body three times, tying him tightly to the bed.

In order to prevent him from resisting the spell, his arms were tied tightly.

Like a screaming rooster being strangled by the neck, the hall suddenly fell silent.

The plea was still stuck in their throats, and the medical officers' eyes were wide open, some big and some small.

...Your Highness, what is this operation?