Before long, Jing Yan had already walked to the door with his hands behind his back. He looked at Yue Jiang and Yue Lang, and Yue Lang was closer to Yue Jiang.
A hint of melancholy flashed across Jing Yan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He examined Yue Lang's right cheek, feigning a question.
"Why is there a red mark on the young prince's face? Did someone hit him?"
As he spoke, he stepped in front of the two of them, deliberately standing behind Yue Lang. Yue Lang understood his meaning and made way for him.
He swallowed his anger at the stinging slap on his face and said, "It's just a minor injury, it's been a few days, it's nothing serious."
Jing Yan sat down next to Yue Jiang and casually pulled Yue Jiang's right hand under the table.
He pushed Yue Jiang's hand away and secretly glimpsed a faint red flush rising up, and felt an unusual burning sensation in his palm.
"Brother, don't lie to His Highness. It was clearly me who hit him," Yue Jiang admitted when she could no longer hide it.
Yue Lang was taken aback, not expecting Yue Jiang to admit it so readily.
The next moment, he saw Yue Jiang burst into tears before she could speak, and then she leaned into Jing Yan's arms, watching her ramble on and on about how she had made up stories about herself.
“Your Highness, as I have told you, my brother is mentally ill and often speaks wildly. Just now he said that he couldn’t bear to part with me and wanted to move the Moon Kingdom here.”
"What treasonous things have you heard? Although we are nobles of the Yue Kingdom, we still respect the Emperor. What if my uncle heard this? I acted impulsively and hit him."
Jing Yan patted Yue Jiang's shoulder, glanced at Yue Lang, and chuckled, "Is the young prince's illness that serious?"
Yue Jiang nodded in agreement.
Then she hinted to Yue Lang, "Brother, His Highness is my husband. I have already told him about your illness. Don't be afraid, His Highness is just concerned about you."
Yue Lang: "..."
He covered his head and nodded in acknowledgment.
"I take medicine to control it every day. The environment in Jing Kingdom is very different from that in Yue Kingdom. Yesterday, my sister and His Highness had a big wedding. I was so happy that I probably drank too much. I still have a headache because I'm still drunk."
"My sister did a good job slapping me just now; it cleared my head considerably."
Jing Yan: "But Jiang'er shouldn't have hit people, you're siblings!"
Yue Lang gritted his teeth and glared at Yue Jiang: "That's right. She's gentle and considerate in front of outsiders, but she's been shrewish at home since she was little. Your Highness will suffer in the future. She shouldn't have been allowed to marry out. She should have been properly disciplined at home."
"Your Highness, listen, my brother has fallen ill again. I'm scared," Yue Jiang said, glaring back.
“You’ve already let your brother beat you, so what are you afraid of? I also think your brother is right,” Jing Yan sighed with a smile.
Yue Jiang's beautiful eyes paused, and she looked up at him: "Ah!"
"Have I wronged you in any way?" Jing Yan asked calmly, slowly pulling down his collar to reveal several ambiguous scratch marks.
He earnestly complained to Yue Lang, "We're family, so I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the young prince. I've already experienced it firsthand."
Yue Jiang: "..."
Jing Yan did it on purpose, or is he genuinely pitying Yue Lang because he's mentally ill? He's saying all this.
At first, Yue Lang didn't pay attention to Jing Yan's appearance, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that Jing Yan's lower lip was broken and there were scratches on his neck.
He lingered among the flowers, unaware of how those marks came about. Jing Yan, shameless, actually discussed such a private matter with his "brother" Yue Jiang.
"Fine, she's already married, there's nothing I can do. It's getting late, I'll be on my way now," Yue Lang said, his voice filled with suppressed anger and bitterness, not wanting to linger any longer.
"Wait," Jing Yan pressed down on Yue Lang, who was about to get up, and turned his head to call out to him.
"Rong Ying, Shang Yu, come in."
Yue Jiang suddenly sensed something was wrong, slowly stood up, and looked at the familiar Rong Ying and the unfamiliar Shang Yu with suspicion and confusion.
"Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Jing Yan: "Jiang'er told me last time that I have been concerned about the young prince's illness. Shang Yu once studied under Shang Daochen, a famous doctor in Jing Kingdom. His medical skills are extraordinary. Shang Yu inherited his mantle and his medical skills are quite good."
"While the young prince is still here, I'll let Shang Yu take a look, as a token of my appreciation."
After Shang Yu sat down, he placed a pulse pillow under Yue Lang's hand and said, "Young Prince, let me take your pulse."
Yuelang, how can you get checked if he's not sick?
"Sister, Your Highness is too kind. I don't want to see it."
Yue Jiang was also startled, and dared not let Jing Yan's people actually take Yue Lang's pulse: "Your Highness, this illness of my brother cannot be forced."
“Shang Yu’s medical skills are excellent. I would feel it would be a pity not to see him,” Jing Yan sighed, showing some sadness as he did not value the two people’s kindness towards him.
Yue Jiang had no excuse to refuse.
She looked Shang Yu up and down. The doctor treating Yue Lang was younger than her, so what could he possibly treat? But she couldn't let her guard down.
Choosing an excuse, she added with concern, "Your Highness, he is not even as old as me, so his medical skills are probably a bit lacking. Our Yue Kingdom has no shortage of doctors. What if my brother gets hurt? Let's skip it."
“Your Highness, I am very skilled in medicine. The more difficult and complicated the illness, the better I can treat it,” Shang Yu’s only skill was medicine, and he would not tolerate anyone questioning him.
"As long as I take the young prince's pulse, even if I can't cure him, I'll know what disease he has."
He firmly refuted Yue Jiang's doubts and first examined Yue Lang's face.
"The young prince's face is pale and his eyes are full of distractions. He often stays up late drinking and indulging in debauchery. However, he has improved a lot in the past year and should be abstaining from sex."
"Your Highness should take the time to strengthen your body, so you won't have to worry about having children before you even turn thirty."
Yue Jiang covered her face, looking at him with disgust: "Brother, you are too indecent."
"Cough cough, nonsense. I am in very good health and never frequent brothels. I am just tired from being busy with government affairs," Yue Lang said without any confidence.
Shang Yu, being straightforward, shook her head: "No, no, no, my Highness is also busy, but his health is much better than the Prince's. He just got married yesterday, and his complexion is not bad!"
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