"Oh, right, right, acupuncture must be performed on the correct acupoints."
Yuan Yun pulled the needle out, muttering to herself, and went to get another needle.
Zhao Cheng wiped his stomach and raised his hand, saying, "It's bleeding."
"This little bit of blood won't kill you, don't panic." Yuan Yun picked up a larger needle, closed one eye, and aimed at Zhao Cheng's stomach.
Zhao Cheng turned slightly to the side and said, "How about we do it from behind? My back is more durable."
“Okay.” Yuan Yun threw the needle away again and picked up the largest needle directly.
Zhao Cheng glanced at the thickness of the needle and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Isn't it too thick?"
"My eyesight is poor; thick ones are easy to pierce."
"I have good eyesight, switch to a thinner one, I'll help you find a spot... Ah!!"
"ah!!!"
Hearing the shouts coming from inside the house, Zhao Wu instinctively stood up and placed his hand on the knife.
Heng Wenhao smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, don't panic."
Zhao Wu asked, "That sounds like my master's voice."
"That's definitely the young prime minister's voice. He's having a lot of fun!"
"But what I heard sounded like screams!"
Atao smiled and said, "The young prime minister and the princess love playing this kind of game. They had a great time last night."
"Oh!" Zhao Wu sat down and said, "Since even Miss Atao said so, then it should be fine!"
Heng Wenhao clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Wu and said, "Brother Zhao is sharp and alert. It is truly a blessing for the young prime minister to have such a loyal and highly skilled bodyguard as you!"
Zhao Wu waved his hand and said, "I have to live up to my salary, that's what I should do."
inside the house.
Zhao Cheng lay on the ground, his back haphazardly pierced with silver needles, the blood from which they gushed out forming a red net.
He said with a look of utter despair, "Your Highness, are you done? If you are, let me get dressed and leave."
These words seemed to anger Yuan Yun, who slapped Zhao Cheng on the back, causing Zhao Cheng to grit his teeth and tremble in pain.
"I've gone to great lengths to heal your wounds, why are you still so impatient?"
"Your Highness is truly a divine physician; my injuries have been completely healed."
"How is that possible? You're still bleeding from your back."
"That was all the foul blood Your Highness expelled for me." Zhao Cheng slowly straightened his hand, gave Yuan Yun a thumbs up, and said, "Great masters often hide in the court; the Princess is a true master!"
"Then, in order for you to recover, I'll draw a little more blood from you." Yuan Yun threw away the needle in her hand and took out a dagger.
Zhao Cheng was so frightened that he sat up abruptly and roared, "Enough!"
Yuan Yun narrowed her eyes and asked, "Are you being mean to me?"
Zhao Cheng retorted, "I understand that you want revenge after I offended you, and I'm trying my best to cooperate with you. But you can't push your luck, can you? If you stab me with this dagger, will I even survive?"
"Am I pushing my luck?" Yuan Yun sneered and retorted, "Who said at the banquet today that I had to marry him?"
Zhao Cheng sighed inwardly. If Yuan Yun held a grudge because of this, he really wouldn't be able to exonerate himself.
"It was me who said it!" Zhao Cheng said firmly, "Did I say anything wrong? As the eldest princess, you have responsibilities. Even if you don't marry this time, you'll have to marry sooner or later! You should be glad that you're lucky this time, as it's the Southern Zhou that's here for the marriage alliance. So I'm advising you to marry for your own good. The Southern Zhou isn't far from the Great Jing, and the living conditions are good. If you miss this opportunity, wouldn't it be even worse if you married into the Western Regions?"
Yuan Yun asked doubtfully, "Why should I marry into the Western Regions?"
Zhao Cheng said, "Who can predict what will happen in the future? You are the eldest princess. If the emperor wants you to marry, can you refuse? If the country wants you to marry, can you refuse?"
"Shut up!"
Yuan Yun suddenly became angry and kicked Zhao Cheng in the chest. Zhao Cheng fell backward, and when his back hit the ground, some of the silver needles were bent and some were bounced up and pried open his skin, causing Zhao Cheng to scream in pain.
"Since you enjoy meddling in my family affairs so much, then I'll turn you into a eunuch and keep you in this palace to keep me company!" Yuan Yun raised her dagger and stabbed Zhao Cheng in the abdomen from above.
Zhao Cheng's face turned pale with fright, and he almost instinctively moved back a little.
Clang!
The dagger remained embedded in the spot where Zhao Cheng had been standing.
Looking at the dagger between his legs, Zhao Cheng felt like cursing.
You're really going to cut me!
Do you really want to turn me into a eunuch?!
Yuan Yun didn't stop. She raised her dagger and lunged at Zhao Cheng again. Zhao Cheng couldn't bear it any longer. He seized the opportunity to dodge to the side, grabbed Yuan Yun's wrist, and twisted it.
"Ah..." Yuan Yun cried out in pain, and the dagger fell to the ground.
Yuan Yun called out, "Hengshi..."
Zhao Cheng quickly released his grip and shouted, "What else can you do besides call for Guard Heng? Can't we resolve our own issues?!"
With her offensive rhythm against Zhao Cheng disrupted, Yuan Yun calmed down a bit.
Everyone has their own Achilles' heel, and she was indeed angered by Zhao Cheng just now.
She understood that royal children often had many things beyond their control, even though this was called 'responsibility'. Back when her father was still emperor, she saw some of her aunts fulfill this responsibility, and after leaving the palace, they never saw each other again.
She was too young then to take on such a responsibility.
She was only thirteen years old when Yuan Xiu ascended the throne.
Then she became the eldest princess, protecting her younger brother, who was newly enthroned and surrounded by wolves, just as before, until he matured and she was cherished like a precious treasure by him. From then on, she was no longer required to shoulder such sacrificial responsibilities, and she gradually forgot that she herself might be the one to be sacrificed.
Until this time, Southern Weekly specifically requested her.
Zhao Cheng ruthlessly exposed the truth, exacerbating Yuan Yun's sense of disappointment. At that moment, she even felt like killing Zhao Cheng.
She wasn't a bloodthirsty person, and now that she'd calmed down, she knew that this matter couldn't be blamed on Zhao Cheng at all.
She composed herself and said, "I can choose not to call Guard Heng, and we can handle this ourselves, but are you sure you won't regret it?"
"Why should I regret it?" Although he said that, Zhao Cheng had a bad feeling.
Yuan Yun raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled gently, and slowly walked to the window while rubbing her wrist, which had been pinched sore.
Just as Zhao Cheng was wondering what Yuan Yun was up to, Yuan Yun suddenly pushed open the window and shouted, "Help! Someone's assaulting me! Help! Someone's assaulting me!"
“Holy crap…” Zhao Cheng subconsciously uttered the quintessence of Chinese culture.
In the pavilion outside, Zhao Wu and Heng Wenhao got up at the same time and looked out the window. They saw Zhao Cheng, shirtless, carrying Yuan Yun away and hurriedly closing the window.
The two exchanged a glance and placed their hands on the hilts of their knives.
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