Chapter Thirty-Five
When the secret guards rescued Zhiyun from the imperial prison, the prisoners in the surrounding cells either begged or threatened, hoping that the secret guards would rescue them as well.
The hidden guards did not respond to the prisoners' words. They moved quickly, opened the cell, and wrapped Zhiyun, who was covered with wounds of varying sizes, with a soft, clean dark cloth. Yin Yi also gave Zhiyun a pill to nourish her qi to prevent her wounds from tearing due to the bumpy journey.
Along the way, Yin Yi held Zhiyun very carefully. He felt that the person in his arms was more fragile and lighter than a piece of rice paper. He knew that this maid named Zhiyun was the master's confidant, and was sent to the imperial prison to protect the master.
And the master did not hesitate to sneak into the cell himself for the sake of the maid, and repeatedly emphasized that Zhiyun must be brought back safely. This made Yin Yi a little nervous. He had always been doing the work of gathering intelligence, often hiding in the dark and rarely interacting with people, but he once accidentally touched Zhiyun's hand when he was in Prince Huai's Mansion.
At that time, Zhiyun's hands were white and soft, with a dry warmth, but now, when Yin Yi helped Zhiyun adjust her position, he gently touched her hands, and they were cold and hard.
"Brother in black," Zhiyun asked softly while curled up in Yinyi's arms, "Did the young lady eat well while I was away?"
"..." Yin Yi was silent. It was not easy to answer, nor was it right to not answer. He could only shake his head and said, "How dare I spy on my master's whereabouts?"
"Master..." Zhiyun murmured the black-clad man's address to the young lady. She realized something was wrong. Zhiyun knew Wen Weili. Her young lady had always been kind-hearted. When did she become the one to lead a group of people so full of blood and darkness?
Even when the young lady asked the black-clad man to take her away first at the Prince Huai's mansion, he still addressed her as "Madam Li" instead of "Master". Zhiyun had an idea in her mind and asked, "But is there something wrong with Prince Huai?"
Yin Yi adhered to his principles and said nothing, thinking that as long as he kept quiet, the maid would calm down.
Unexpectedly, Zhiyun tugged at Yinyi's sleeve and poked her head out from under the soft cloth. Even though her face had grown paler from the wind, she stared at Yinyi and asked, "Ahem, big brother in black, even if you don't tell me now, I'll know it all the same when you take me back, right? Besides, I need to be prepared so that the young lady doesn't have to distract herself from taking care of me. Don't you think that makes sense?"
Yin Yi felt that what Zhiyun said made some sense, but as secret guards, they had always kept their mouths shut. Even if Zhiyun said something out of turn, he could not reveal the master's affairs, even if it was the former master lying in bed. But since Prince Huai and Madam Li were allies, they should be treated equally.
Seeing Yin Yi didn't say a word, Zhiyun knew that the test had failed, but she also had a guess. Even such a rigid and rule-abiding big brother in black could call her "Master", so the young lady should be their master.
For the rest of the journey, Zhiyun stopped asking questions and fell asleep quietly in her soft and warm arms. This also made Yin Yi, who had been worried, feel relieved. He really didn't know how to answer.
Wen Weili left the imperial prison faster than the rescue team. As an ordinary woman who could not climb walls quickly, she lit a fire to cause chaos and then asked the secret guards to take her away.
Even though she was completely confident, Wen Weili still couldn't help but worry. She waited alone in the yard and asked other secret guards to patrol the surroundings and go to rescue Zhiyun.
When they were almost at the courtyard, Yin Yi hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to wake Zhiyun up. However, Zhiyun opened her eyes alertly, and a fierce look in her eyes flashed in her eyes. When she saw Yin Yi's black clothes, she suddenly realized that she was no longer in the imperial prison.
"We're here." Yin Yiben's hand, which he was about to reach out, curled up.
Zhiyun pulled the soft cloth away from Yinyi's arms, and as if sensing something, she smiled at Wen Weili, "Miss, I'm back."
Wen Weili couldn't help but step forward and take Zhiyun from Yinyi's hands. She tucked Zhiyun's exposed arms into the cloth and smiled as she replied, "It's good to be home."
"Miss," Zhiyun's eyes were full of light the moment she saw Wen Weili, "Zhiyun knows that you will definitely save Zhiyun."
"Yes, who can abandon his own sister?" Wen Weili put Zhiyun on the bed and gently peeled off her outer clothes. The scars all over her body made her feel sad. She took a soft handkerchief dipped in hot water, gently soaked the stains until they were soft, and then wiped them.
Zhiyun was already extremely weak. If she hadn't been so determined to live, she would have died on the first day of her torture. She struggled to survive the torture, and the doctors who came and used medicine to keep her alive.
When Yin Yi took Zhiyun away, she was tossing and testing in Yin Yi's arms. She should have fainted long ago, but the Qi-nourishing pill gave her some energy and she was able to move.
At this moment, Zhiyun could see the pity and self-blame in Wen Weili's eyes, but the effect of the Qi-nourishing Pills gradually wore off. She couldn't even hold the young lady's hand to comfort her. She could only deliberately frown and gasp weakly, "It's been so many days... I haven't seen you. Miss, Miss, could it be that you and Zhiyun have become... estranged? Even, even, you don't want to talk?"
"You're so smooth-talking! I'll call Li Zhigu to see you right away," Wen Weili said, suppressing her inner grief. She wanted to cheer Zhiyun up, and a smug smile appeared on her lips. "This time, it's your turn not to eat anything."
"I'm not as picky as the young lady..." Zhiyun fell into an endless sleep before she finished her words.
The self-blame that Wen Weili had been suppressing finally fell along with her tears. Since the day Zhiyun was willing to be captured for her, the shadow of regret has been lingering in her heart for a long time. However, Wen Weili knew that regret was useless. Only when she cheered up and found a way to rescue Zhiyun, the restless beast in her heart would have a moment of peace.
Zhiyun had fallen into a coma, but Wen Weili wasn't particularly worried. She'd already taken her pulse when she'd taken her in. While she was experiencing internal fatigue, it wasn't a difficult condition to treat. She'd just need to take care of herself and she'd recover. To avoid misdiagnosis, Wen Weili sent a letter to the Wen family.
Li Zhigu came to the courtyard again. His appearance made the secret guards nervous. They were alert to his every move, but they did not dare to take action again.
"Oh, isn't this the one I knocked down last time?" Li Zhigu smiled, as if he didn't notice the vigilance in the dark, but he looked in one direction intentionally or unintentionally.
The hidden guard he named vanished from his original position in a flash, leaving behind his partner with an innocent look on his face.
"Tsk tsk, wasn't it just me helping you sleep for a little while last time? Is there any need to be so scared of me? It's really teasing," Li Zhigu commented shamelessly, but in his heart he wondered why Wen Weili had called him here. Was Duanmu poisoned again? Or was Wen Weili herself poisoned? Could it be that he had misjudged Duanmu last time, that there was something hidden about him that he hadn't noticed, and that their sexual intercourse was not harmonious?
"Neither of them," Wen Weili stopped Li Zhigu's increasingly chaotic thoughts and rolled her eyes at him. "Can you be more serious? You're already old, and you have no shame."
"Oh my," Li Zhigu laughed angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, your unfilial disciple? I, your master, am still a flower in the imperial city, okay?"
"You?" Wen Weili shook her head. She wanted to refute something, but when she thought of Zhiyun, she had to hold back the countless words in her heart. "Stop joking and get to work."
"Alas," Li Zhigu sighed as he followed Wen Weili into the room, shaking his head. "How come I, a great doctor, have a useless apprentice like you? I've learned a lot from you, but why can't you diagnose? Alas——"
Wen Weili's eyebrows twitched slightly. "If you say that putting me in the library and letting me learn on my own counts as teaching, then perhaps medicine is my master, Old Man Li."
Li Zhigu was horrified, "!!!"
"What did you call me?!"
"Leave—old—man—"
"No treatment, no treatment," Li Zhigu turned away angrily. "This unfilial disciple is really making me so angry. People say raising a son is a way to provide for your old age. I think this disciple of mine will not only fail to provide for me in my old age, but will also make me die of anger sooner rather than later."
"Hey, hey, hey, go ahead. Go ahead," Wen Weili knew Li Zhigu was just being naughty and waiting for her to coax him, but she didn't want to indulge his temper either, so she smiled and said, "As for the diagnostic tests, I do know a little bit, but I wasn't sure, so I asked someone more experienced to take a look. It's better if you leave. It makes me feel even more confident that my diagnosis is correct."
"Your diagnosis is okay?" Li Zhigu snorted. "When you were ten, you secretly went to a clinic and pretended to be an apprentice to diagnose patients. You were so good that the old doctor was so angry that he almost died. He re-examined the patient and then asked who taught you. How dare you dare to test your skills with such a half-baked skill? I didn't even have the nerve to pick you up, so it was Duanmu who went to find you."
"So," Wen Weili touched her fingers awkwardly, "I've given up studying medicine. From now on, even if I see a patient myself, I'll ask you to come for a follow-up visit. Isn't this because I'm afraid of delaying others?"
After Li Zhigu scolded Wen Weili, he felt relieved and snorted, "Alright, stop playing tricks. Lead the way. Where is the patient?"
"It was my personal maid, Zhiyun. She saved me before..." Wen Weili led the way while briefly explaining what happened.
"I see," Li Zhigu looked over the wounds on Zhiyun's body and pondered for a moment, "It's not difficult to treat. In one word, nurture."
Wen Weili then said something to provoke Li Zhigu, "Yes, that's my judgment as well."
"Do you think I don't know that you're planning to use the Four Gods Soup to heal me?" Li Zhigu saw through Wen Weili's thoughts. "The Four Gods Soup can be used, but other medicines are also needed. Bring me a pen and take note of it for me!"
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