After bandaging him up, Lu Yuyan used the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needle again, and Lu Yucheng's life was basically saved. However, whether he could survive the next three days completely depended on whether he could completely escape the danger.
The imperial physician bowed deeply to Lu Yuyan: "Mr. Lu's medical skills are so superb that I am humbled and must admit my inferiority. If I am fortunate enough, I will have to learn more from Mr. Lu in the future."
Lu Yuyan waved his hand: "No problem."
As soon as he opened the door, Lu Xiaoyun, Zhu Yu, Zhu Dan, the Duke of Zhenguo, and Jia Si, the Prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, rushed over.
The group looked at him expectantly, their faces filled with anxiety, but they dared not ask any questions, only staring at him with their eyes.
Lu Yuyan was splattered with a lot of blood.
Finally, Zhu Dan asked, "How about it?"
Lu Yuyan's lips curled slightly: "Young Master Lu is lucky; he has been spared for now."
Everyone's faces lit up with joy.
Lu Xiaoyun stumbled, but fortunately Zhu Dan and Zhu Yu caught her.
The Duke of Zhenguo bowed solemnly to him: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for saving my son's life."
Lu Yuyan quickly helped him up, saying, "Your Excellency, there's no need for such formalities."
Several people went to check on Lu Yucheng's condition; he was still unconscious.
Lu Yuyan: "However, the danger period is not over yet. We need to see how things go over the next three days. Only if there are no symptoms of infection or other adverse reactions, and the patient can wake up, will they be truly alright."
He handed the hairpin, which had been used as the murder weapon, to Lu Xiaoyun: "This was deliberately made by Fang Shi. It's quite sharp. It seems she has long wanted to kill Lu Shizi."
"This hairpin has been in this environment for so many days, it's covered in germs, and the subsequent infection control is very important. So let's bring him to Prince An's residence; I need to keep a close eye on his condition these next few days."
"good."
Zhenguo was about to go inside to hug Lu Yucheng, but Feng Yan, upon hearing Lu Yuyan's words, had already carefully carried him out.
The large carriage from the Prince An's residence drove directly into the courtyard of the Jingzhao Prefecture and stopped there. Feng Yan carefully laid the person down on the carriage.
The Duke of Zhenguo knew that at this point, there was no need to argue about where to place his son. Besides, Mr. Lu was the physician of the Prince An's mansion, and that place was indeed suitable for Cheng'er to recuperate.
Zhu Yu and Lu Xiaoyun entered the carriage together, and Jiang Chuan drove the carriage slowly towards the Prince An's residence.
At the door, Lu Yucheng's servant Luo Wang had bloodshot eyes. He already knew what had happened, but he dared not go in. He was afraid that what he would see was not the young master, but a cold corpse.
The Duke of Zhenguo said to him, "After you return to your residence, you must not tell the young mistress about this matter. Just say that the young master has received an imperial decree and needs to go on a long trip immediately, which will take at least two or three months, and at most half a year. Go back and pack some clothes for him to bring. During this time, you will stay at the Prince An's residence and take care of the young master."
Luo Wang fiercely wiped away his tears: "Yes, Duke."
"Remember this, you are not allowed to reveal a single word of it!"
"Yes, I understand."
"Take the Third Miss and the Second Young Master back with you."
The Duke of Zhenguo turned to the two siblings, who were terrified, their faces as white as paper, and who were still crying: "Remember your father's words, you must not let your sister-in-law know about this! During this time, you must stay in your own room and not go anywhere."
Lu Jinpei burst into tears again: "Father, Father, elder brother, elder brother, will he be alright?"
The Duke of Zhenguo watched the departing carriage and shook his head: "Your elder brother will be alright."
With Mr. Lu around, Cheng'er will be alright.
Lu Yuyi knelt before the Duke of Zhenguo: "Father, it's all my fault. If I hadn't said thank you to my elder brother, Mother wouldn't hate me. If she hadn't pinched me, my elder brother wouldn't have been harmed by her. Father, it's all my fault."
Lu Jinpei also knelt down: "No, it's my fault. If I hadn't said I was coming to see Mother, none of this would have happened."
The Duke of Zhenguo helped them both up, his rough, calloused hands gently stroking Lu Yuyi's neck, where purple marks had been drawn from being pinched, and said, choking back tears, "It's none of your business. From now on, you must both take good care of yourselves."
"Go back. Don't give your sister-in-law any clues, and don't let her worry."
The two nodded, got into the carriage, and were led back by Luo Wang.
Inside the carriage, Lu Yuyi lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.
He used to harbor resentment towards his older brother, older sister, and father, but now he doesn't think that way anymore. His older brother almost lost his life to save him, while his mother, whom he has always been close to, wants to kill him.
Why has my mother become like this?
Or perhaps, she has always been like this.
Filled with guilt, he vowed that from this day forward, he would be a good second son of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion and would never have any second thoughts again.
Lu Jinpei pulled him into her arms: "Don't cry, your sister-in-law will find out soon."
Lu Yuyi nodded vigorously.
At the entrance of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, Qi Wanting had been waiting for a long time. Her husband had taken the third young lady and the second young master to visit the prison, but why hadn't they returned after so long?
Several hours have passed. Fang is a death row inmate; it's impossible to keep them there for so long.
She was extremely uneasy, her chest felt tight, and she had a vague feeling that something might have happened. This panic came on inexplicably, and she didn't know why.
My heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.
The maid, Si Hua, gently squeezed her hand, intending to tell her that it was too hot and that she should go back to her room to wait for her young master. But as soon as her hand touched her, she was startled: "Young Madam, why are your hands so cold?"
It's July now, and the heat of July is intense.
"Si Hua, I... I'm a little worried. I have a feeling something's happened, and I'm really anxious."
Si Hua smiled faintly: "Young Madam, you're overthinking it. The young master must be preoccupied with something. Let's go back to the room. The young master will come to see you as soon as he returns."
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