Chapter 426 I Want You

The emperor’s order is above us, how can we disobey it?

In order to maintain the role image of "Nanli Jun's male favorite" and continue his grand plan to conquer the Kingdom of Nan, Yan Shijiu had no choice but to sit in his "Fengluan Chun'en Car" and hurriedly return to the palace with the palace guards.

Before leaving, Yan Shijiu looked at Fu Lin, who was leading the palace carriage, with a gloomy look, and stared at that elegant and respectable face for a long time:

"Fu Lin, right? I remember that."

Fu Lin remained calm and said with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant:

"It is my honor to be remembered by Master Yan."

Yan Shijiu then looked at Yan Lang, who had come out of the forest with him, with an even colder gaze, and said with a forced smile:

"Thank you, doctor, for healing me. I heard that you'll stay here for a few more days to treat General Yun's ears. Is three days enough?"

Yan Lang had a blank expression on his face, clearly too lazy to be polite:

"Three days is not enough, seven is needed."

Yan Shijiu laughed, his expression looking as sunny as usual, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes:

"Okay, as long as the doctor knows what's going on. But don't stay away from home for too long, or your mother will worry about you!"

Yan Lang didn't say anything, but his expression became more and more indifferent.

Yun Chen stood aside, looking at Fu Lin, then at Yan Lang and Yan Shijiu.

She vaguely sensed that something was amiss with these three people.

It was as if there were cold swords hidden under their clothes, and they were secretly stabbing each other.

She waved goodbye to Yan Shijiu, then whipped the horse's butt and sent the royal carriage away.

Looking at the car going further and further away, Yan Lang relaxed his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Yun Chen and smiled unconsciously. Just as he walked over and wanted to say, "Finally, no one is disturbing me. I can treat your ears properly," he heard an old-fashioned and annoying voice from behind:

"Divine doctor, my son is grateful for your kindness in treating his illness, so he has asked me to stay here to serve you until General Yun's ears are healed and I can send you back to Dongyan."

Yanlang's back tensed again, his face turned cold, and he said nothing.

In the next few days, Yan Lang fulfilled his medical duties to the utmost, taking Yun Chen's pulse, giving him acupuncture, and carefully preparing medicines every day.

He even personally watched the medicine boiled in the stove and watched Yun Chen drink bowl after bowl.

It was a rare opportunity to spend time with Yun Chen day and night like this, and Yan Lang really wanted to take this opportunity to talk to her.

But Wan Chen was like a ghost that lingered, standing quietly in a corner not too far away, claiming to be "serving" but actually "monitoring".

Yan Lang couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

As expected, he had just started to treat his soul-dissociation syndrome, and his younger brother began to worry about him and was wary of him like he was wary of all men in the world.

Seeing the time passing day by day, on the seventh day, Yan Lang used the excuse of giving Yun Chen underwater acupuncture to try to get Wan Chen away, but the latter said:

"Please forgive me, Master Doctor. I dare not disobey your orders and must serve you every step of the way."

Yan Lang said coldly, "I'm going to give Yun Chen acupuncture underwater, which means she'll have to take off most of her clothes. When she comes out of the water, the remaining clothes will stick to her body. Are you suitable to watch?"

Wan Chen was silent now. After hesitating for a moment, he turned and left the house, but he still didn't go too far. He just stood at the nearest door.

Yan Lang stared at Wan Chen's back fiercely, and really wanted to draw out a knife and stab this troublesome spy to death from behind.

But when he thought of his mother's sad and helpless face, Yan Lang knew that he could do nothing.

He took a deep breath and calmed down a little. When he calmed down and turned around, Yun Chen had taken off all but the last piece of clothing. He was stunned for a moment:

"What are you doing?"

Yun Chen blushed slightly and said seriously:

"Didn't you say you wanted to perform underwater acupuncture? Healers have no gender. I'm ready. It's not my first time anyway!"

Recalling the scene when he revealed her daughter's secret and personally undressed her, cleaned her, and healed her wounds, Yan Lang's voice was a little unnatural, and he pretended to cough twice:

"Then get in the tub."

Yun Chen then lay down in a large shallow bathtub with his clothes on, submerging himself in the water with only his nose exposed on the surface to breathe.

Yan Lang then began to give her acupuncture, muttering:

"The herbal remedies and acupuncture I've been using these past few days have healed your battle wounds over the years, making up for some of the damage you've sustained. You won't die at the age of thirty, but you'll probably live another ten years. But if you want to fully heal your body, I'll need to nurse you back to health for at least a year or two. While I don't have the chance right now, I'll come and treat you properly when... when everything is settled.

Your pulse is split. Are you experiencing sleepwalking? This isn't good. If it continues, it could lead to insanity or even madness. I'll try to suppress it for you. But treating the symptoms isn't the root cause. The root cause lies with you. Don't subject yourself to further suffering and stress.

This underwater acupuncture is more effective than regular acupuncture. After today, if you continue to drink the medicine according to the prescription for ten days, that will be the best I can do to heal your ear."

Yan Lang said a lot of things, but Yun Chen didn't respond. He just dipped his head in the water, blinking his big eyes and looking at him questioningly.

Only then did he realize that she was underwater and couldn't hear him.

She wanted to sit up, but the needles stuck all over her body made it difficult for her to move. She could only try to raise her head, pout her delicate red lips out of the water, and ask him like a little fish blowing bubbles:

"What did you say? Speak slower so I can read your mouth."

Yan Lang's heart suddenly moved.

He glanced at Wan Chen who was standing at the door not far away, and then looked at Yun Chen steadily, no longer concealing any emotions, his eyebrows trembling slightly, and he lip-shaped each word as he said silently:

"Yun Chen, I want you. I want you so much."

Yun Chen blinked, looking like he didn't understand.

Yan Lang laughed at himself:

"Am I crazy? What am I doing..."

In fact, even he himself didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Yun Chen.

When they first met, he thought she was a man, a warm-hearted, martial arts-skilled, carefree and particularly unruly boy.

Later, because she was injured while stealing herbs from the palace, she accidentally discovered that she was a woman.

That day was the first time in Yanlang's life that he touched a girl.

And she is such a tough and beautiful woman.

As she peeled off the blood-stained clothes and bra layer by layer, her curvy body appeared before his eyes.

He felt more fresh than excited.

He wanted to have her as if he had a happy puppy that would accompany him forever.

But when he saw Yan Shijiu breaking down madly because he couldn't get her, Yan Lang felt indescribably happy.

He wanted to fight and snatch it, and even if he couldn't get it, he would never let Yan Shijiu get what he wanted.

After all, he had nothing for decades and had always been accommodating, fulfilling and protecting his willful and crazy younger brother. So it wasn't too much to fight for something and feel jealous occasionally.

But later, the scene in Taichuan City that made him mistakenly believe that the "goddess appeared" completely changed his heart.

The shock and feeling of redemption at that time were deeply engraved in his soul. Every time he thought of it, he still felt his heart surging and excited to the point of wanting to cry.

From then on, I only wanted to kneel at her feet, look up at her beautiful and holy face like a Bodhisattva, and kowtow to her devoutly like a believer.

"So Yunchen, I really want to have you."

Yan Lang mouthed these words, but Yun Chen remained quietly in the water, with no special expression on his face.

Yan Lang sighed, feeling sad for his cowardice in not daring to express himself. Then he thought of something and said to Wan Chen at the door:

"The water is too cold, go get some hot water."

Wan Chen wanted to refuse, but now in the medical institute, there was no one else he could order around except him, so he had to leave quickly.

Taking this opportunity, Yan Lang quickly removed the needle from Yun Chen's body, helped her to her feet, and then took out a small medicine box the size of a fingernail from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a strange-shaped pill inside, and handed it to her:

"This is a 'Soul-Devouring Pill' I made after I finished making my own medicine, using the last bit of dragon embers I had left. I followed the ancient manual and made it. I'll give it to you to keep as a guardian. If you ever encounter a formidable enemy you hate, use this pill to kill him.

This pill is colorless, tasteless, and easily soluble in water. You can secretly put it in his tea. After drinking it, it will not harm his flesh and blood, nor will it show any symptoms of poisoning. Instead, it will attack his soul and heart meridians, causing him to see ghosts during the day and sleepless at night. He will gradually collapse and become confused, until his soul is scattered. There is no antidote in the world that can save him."

Yun Chen just sat up from the water, her hands were full of water, and she couldn't take the pill. But seeing that the pill was sticky and looked like a toad, she couldn't help but hide away in disgust:

"No, forget it. I appreciate your kindness, but if I were to kill my enemy, I would just kill him openly. Why would I poison him?"

"But not everyone in this world is as upright as you..." Yan Lang was anxious. Before he could finish his words, Wan Chen came back with hot water.

There was no other way, so Yan Lang had to quickly stuff the Soul-Devouring Pill back into his pocket, regain his composure, and pretend that nothing had happened.

After the acupuncture and the prescription were completed, the seven-day deadline had expired, and Yan Lang boarded the carriage back to Dongyan.

While Wan Chen was busy harnessing the horses and preparing to set off, Yan Lang lifted the curtain on the small window and said a simple goodbye to Yun Chen.

Her hearing has improved a lot. Although it is not as sensitive as before, she can now talk to people normally.

Looking at Yan Lang's obviously grown-up appearance, with a hint of a noble young man, Yun Chen smiled happily, patted his shoulder, and deliberately spoke in a tone like talking to a child:

"You must eat more and take your medicine on time when you go back, so that you can grow taller quickly!"

Yan Lang rolled his eyes at her, lowered the curtain with a snap, and told Wan Chen to set off.

After the carriage had gone some distance, Yan Lang remembered that he had something else to say. However, seeing that Wan Chen had no intention of stopping at all, he leaned out of the window and turned back to Yun Chen and shouted:

"Take care of yourself. When I grow up, I will come back to find you."

Yun Chen shook his head, his eyebrows curved, and he smiled gently and brightly:

"Don't come looking for me, go find your new world, you fool."

As soon as Yun Chen finished speaking, Yan Lang was stunned. In an instant, she understood that when he was giving her acupuncture underwater, she actually understood what he meant by "I want you".

I also understand the loneliness and solitude in his heart.

Rather than being confused by the little affection between men and women, she hopes that he will grow up to be a real man and own the new world he has longed for.

"Yun Chen, Yun Chen..."

Yan Lang murmured her name, wondering how much spiritual energy from heaven and earth must have been gathered by God to create such a wonderful person like you with such a smart and intelligent mind.

No wonder it is said that the light that can reach the depths of darkness is always the purest white light.

Yan Lang was overwhelmed with emotions for a moment and couldn't calm down for a long time.

It was not until the carriage drove a long way away that he calmed down a little.

Go grow up and protect her.

A true Bodhisattva also needs to protect the Dharma, right?

Yan Lang touched the Soul-Devouring Pill in his pocket. Just as he was thinking this, the carriage suddenly stopped, interrupting all his fantasies about the future.

Wan Chen lifted the carriage curtain with the sharp blade of his sword, staring at Yan Lang's pocket, and said respectfully but in a stiff tone:

"Your Highness, have you made something wonderful? Please show it to me. If it's inconvenient, I can come and get it myself."