"Your Highness, you'd better not lie to a doctor like me; you can't hide it from him."
"Shang Yu, watch your words," Jing Yan said to Shang Yu calmly, then tactfully backed down.
"How about this, we won't go for the doctor. Didn't you say you drank too much last night? I drank too much too, and then Shang Yu gave me a few acupuncture treatments and my mind became clear."
"The young prince will have Shang Yu administer a few acupuncture treatments, which will surely alleviate the effects of the alcohol, making him feel much more relaxed on his journey."
Shang Yu couldn't understand. When had he ever given His Highness a hangover remedy? "Your Highness, when did I..."
Rong Ying guessed Jing Yan's meaning and immediately interrupted Shang Yu, giving him a verbal hint.
"Shang Yu, don't embarrass His Highness. Aren't you the best at acupuncture? Not to mention His Highness felt refreshed after a few acupuncture treatments, Brother Hu was also brought back to life by you a few days ago. Do it like Brother Hu."
"Let the Crown Princess and the young prince see that our Jing Kingdom's doctors are quite capable."
Shang Yu muttered these words strangely to himself: Brother Hu—Brother Fox.
He had just given acupuncture to a little fox that was vomiting from indigestion a few days ago, and he was going to do the same for the young prince. Did he mean to make the young prince...
“Young Prince, Your Highness is only showing affection because of the Crown Princess. You can’t refuse such a kind invitation. What do you think, Crown Princess?” Rong Ying smiled innocently.
Yue Jiang looked up at Jing Yan and found that Jing Yan's expression remained indifferent, revealing nothing. Yue Lang was, after all, an envoy of the Yue Kingdom, and she would certainly not allow him to get into trouble while on his mission to the Jing Kingdom.
Whether Jing Yan was genuinely considerate or just being polite, the needle wouldn't touch Yue Jiang, so she figured it was better to avoid trouble.
“Brother, His Highness has already tried it, so please don’t refuse. I think this young doctor is quite capable.”
Yue Lang: "..."
He is an envoy; Jing Yan shouldn't harm him.
If you refuse too much, it will affect the relationship between the two of you, so Yuelang should hold back for now.
“Since even my sister has spoken, I, as her brother, shall respectfully comply,” Yue Lang said timidly, signaling to Shang Yu to begin.
"Doctor, please be gentle."
So Shang Yu stuck more than ten needles into Yue Lang's body. When they were removed, Yue Lang was covered in sweat.
But he dared not linger. He did not trust Shang Yu and wanted his own doctor to examine him.
He cupped his hands in greeting, stood up, said a few hurried words, and left: "It's refreshing, but I'm running out of time, farewell."
Yue Lang fled in disarray.
Yue Jiang couldn't help but say, "It seems that brother is really refreshed."
Just as Shang Yu finished arranging the silver needles, Yue Jiang's disdainful words and the rare occurrence of amnesia made him pick up a silver needle and, in a fit of medical madness, raise it.
"I heard that the Crown Princess suffered a brain injury. The young prince's drunkenness was too simple. Let me take a look at the Crown Princess's brain."
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