Chapter 650 Aunt Xuanting, I regret it.
Xuan Ting's eyes were somewhat vacant as he stared at the ceiling of the canopy bed. He pursed his lips absentmindedly, not even glancing at the food that An Dehai was feeding him.
An Dehai's forehead veins bulged, but seeing the prince's distraught state, he gently put down the porcelain bowl despite his rage. He tucked Xuan Ting in, his chest heaving, but his words remained gentle: "Your Highness is so old, and you've bled so much blood. Is this really going to kill you? Please rest assured and get some justice for you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly, bent over, and started to walk out.
"return."
Suddenly, Xuan Ting's hoarse voice rang out from the bed.
Despite his anger, An Dehai immediately stopped in his tracks. He was furious, but as he faced Xuan Ting on the bed, he still managed a forced smile: "Does Your Highness have any further instructions?"
Xuan Ting remained motionless throughout, only his mouth could be seen opening and closing as he said in a very low voice, "I'm fine."
"How could you be alright? Look at your wrist, the wound is extremely deep. That bastard even said he was going to put a worm on your wrist and let it heal for three hours."
Who knows what this thing is, or if it might cause serious damage?
His voice choked at this point: "But our Chengqian Palace is now surrounded by guards! What exactly is the Emperor planning...?"
An Dehai didn't even need to think to know that the Ghost Doctor was actually used to prolong the Emperor's life. They definitely wouldn't be able to leave this palace within three hours.
But didn't the Emperor say before that he would never let such a thing happen again...?
If last time it was the Ghost Doctor acting on his own, this time he came with an imperial decree. Surely these guards couldn't possibly be under his command?
Speaking of which, he was perfectly fine when he woke up this morning. He and the palace servants helped His Highness change his clothes, and he was already dressed in court attire, ready to go to the front lines to respectfully see General Li off on his expedition.
To everyone's surprise, the Ghost Doctor stopped them before they even left the house. The Ghost Doctor also brought an imperial decree, demanding not only the prince's blood but also the prince's sacrifice to feed on the Gu poison.
The Ghost Doctor's greedy appearance still sends chills down An Dehai's spine whenever he thinks about it. Every time he sees this man, it's like being stared at by a venomous snake, with no ability to resist.
He even said that only a little blood would be needed, but he greedily took quite a lot of the prince's blood! He even licked up the little bit that spilled from the rim of the bowl.
Looking at His Highness now, his face was as pale as paper, and even though his wrists were wrapped in gauze, the bloody smell was still visible, and you could even see the wriggling of the Gu worms under the gauze.
The Ghost Doctor was no benevolent person, but that wasn't what An Dehai feared most.
All he wanted to know now was what the Emperor was thinking, and whether the Emperor actually regarded His Highness as the heir apparent.
Or do you want His Highness to become as sickly and frail as he was back then?
Or perhaps, the Emperor is now afraid of death and wants to exchange His Highness's life for his own?
In fact, this thought had been lingering in his mind for several days, and every time he thought about it, he felt extremely anxious.
In the midst of the chaos, my muddled mind went through everyone I could turn to for help, and finally, the image of Jiang Nuanzhi's calm face appeared in my mind.
He clenched his fist: "Your Highness, I'll be right back."
The divine physician Que must be a confidant of the emperor, and now the only person he can turn to for help is probably Physician Jiang.
Hopefully, it's not too late...
Hopefully things won't be as bad as he thinks...
"I'm asking you to come back."
Xuan Ting's voice grew louder, and he suddenly turned to look at An Dehai.
An Dehai stopped walking and turned back. The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted: "Your Highness, you are injured. Please do not move."
As he spoke, he ran back in two strides to help Xuan Ting up.
However, as he approached, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The wound that Xuan Ting had just bandaged and which was barely secured began to bleed again. Moreover, the throbbing in the wound on his wrist was becoming increasingly intense, and even Xuan Ting was now covered in sweat.
"Go to hell!" An Dehai spat in anger, and the next second he directly untied Xuan Ting's wrist, trying to take that thing out.
However, the moment the gauze was untied, the thing disappeared into the body in the blink of an eye. The expression on the person on the bed changed drastically.
He let out a painful groan, then began to convulse, writhing in agony on the bed! A moment later, his head snapped back, and he fell into a deep sleep.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you! You deserve to die!"
An Dehai gasped, visibly panicked: "Your Highness, wait! I'll go get Physician Jiang right away! Even if it costs me my life, I'll get Physician Jiang for you! Don't worry, the guards outside won't be able to stop me!"
As he spoke, he instructed those around him to take good care of Xuan Ting. Then, with a look of grim determination, he led two men armed with swords and tried to break out.
However, the moment he stepped outside and the sunlight pierced his pupils, he instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.
After regaining his senses, he opened his eyes and looked towards the Sifang Bridge. To his surprise, there were no guards stopping him, which made him momentarily mistaken. However, the next second, he heard a creaking sound.
The heavy door outside was pushed open with a creak.
"Xuan Ting...where is Xuan Ting?"
As Jiang Nuanzhi's urgent voice rang out, An Dehai opened the door and saw Jiang Nuanzhi stepping over the corpses of a group of guards, brazenly barging in with her entourage.
Jiang Nuanzhi's slender figure was clearly more than a head shorter than his own, yet at this moment, An Dehai felt as if the person in front of him was incredibly tall.
But now was not the time for sentimentality. In a flash, he ran a few steps and knelt down before Jiang Nuanzhi with a thud: "Please, Physician Jiang, save His Highness!"
...
A quarter of an hour later, Xuan Ting forced himself to open his eyes.
The first thing she saw was Jiang Nuanzhi's extremely anxious appearance. She couldn't help but freeze in place.
"Xuanting, it's alright. Aunt Nuan has already taken the bug out and killed it." Jiang Nuanzhi looked at the little Xuanting in front of her, and for a moment felt that his skin was so pale it was almost transparent, as if he would turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear at any moment. Her throat tightened involuntarily, and she used some strength to hold his small, cool hand: "I'm sorry, Aunt Nuan is late. Xuanting, Aunt Nuan promises, in the future, Aunt Nuan will never let such a thing happen again."
Hearing Jiang Nuanzhi's gentle words, Xuan Ting felt a pang of sadness for a moment. He blinked hard, trying to hold back his tears. But lying there, the tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
He stared at Jiang Nuanzhi for a long while, then his lips moved, and a hoarse voice slowly escaped his lips: "Aunt Nuan, this dream is so real. It feels like I've returned to the Great Wilderness..."
They returned to that dilapidated mud house and snuggled up on the warm kang (heated brick bed). Aunt Nuan led them in a circle, eating dried roasted sweet potato chips together.
A faint sweetness seemed to appear on Xuan Ting's lips as he twitched his mouth, and tears streamed down his face even more fiercely: "Aunt Nuan, I regret it. I really shouldn't have come back..."
(End of this chapter)
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