After giving her a detailed explanation, Shen Yunjiao left the palace with Physician Jiang and Doctor Li.
When they reached the door, Physician Jiang pulled Shen Yunjiao aside. After making sure no one could hear their conversation, he asked in a low voice, "Have you made all the preparations for what will happen in three days, Miss? Have you made arrangements with His Majesty? I will have to accompany the Empress Dowager to Baohua Temple to chant sutras and pray for blessings. I will not be able to take care of you in the palace. Please be extra careful in everything you do."
Shen Yunjiao nodded, "Don't worry, Imperial Physician, everything is arranged."
Seeing Shen Yunjiao's confident demeanor, Physician Jiang was relieved.
He sighed, "I originally thought that Miss Shen only knew a little bit of martial arts, but after seeing her today, I realize that Miss Shen's medical skills are truly amazing. I admire her and will definitely ask her for some guidance another day."
Shen Yunjiao smiled and said, "It's been hot these past few days, and His Majesty has had the imperial physicians stay by the Empress Dowager's side to take care of her. I'm afraid you won't have time to come over for the time being. Once the weather cools down, you are welcome to come over and exchange medical skills with Physician Jiang at any time."
After saying goodbye to Physician Jiang, Doctor Li, and others at the door, Shen Yunjiao was escorted back to the Shen residence by Zhu Ye.
It was already past midnight when I got home.
Shen Yunjiao felt dizzy and her throat was dry and itchy. After briefly reporting to Shen Qinghuai, she went back to her room to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Shen Yunjiao suddenly developed a fever, her whole body burning up. This time, even her cheeks were flushed red from the heat.
She felt weak all over and could feel the worms inside her body crawling around her limbs, constantly sucking away her life force.
Shen Yunjiao laboriously raised her hand, shook the bell in front of the bed, and called Fu Xia, who was sleeping in the outer room, asking her to pour her water and take her medicine.
Shen Yunjiao was running a fever and feeling unwell, and Yan Shiman wasn't doing well either.
The wound, which had been anesthetized during the day, was now throbbing slightly. Although Shen Yunjiao had left him some pills for internal use, she had also told Beifeng that she was afraid of affecting the wound's recovery and that he should only take one when the pain became unbearable.
So from the moment he woke up until now, Beifeng has only given him warm water and refused to give him painkillers no matter how much he pleaded.
Yan Shiman is now like a wilted little flower, leaning weakly against the headboard, showing no trace of her former vigor.
"North Wind, could you give me a painkiller? Just one, I'm really in pain," he asked softly, looking extremely obedient.
Bei Feng pursed his lips, suppressing the urge to offer the medicine.
"Your Highness, if it doesn't hurt too much, please bear with it a little longer. This medicine is not good for the wound to heal."
Yan Shiman lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and grumbled in dissatisfaction, "You know that a piece of flesh has been ripped from my neck, how could it not hurt?"
"It's all your fault."
Upon hearing the last sentence, a look of guilt appeared in Beifeng's eyes.
He knelt on one knee before the young prince, the blood-stained gauze wrapped around his right arm, adding a touch of breathtaking beauty to his already striking appearance.
Yan Shiman was surprised and thought to himself, how come this person suddenly knelt down after I said a few words to him? Is his mental resilience that bad?
He quickly said, "Get up, I don't blame you, I did it all voluntarily."
"voluntary?"
Beifeng was stunned; he didn't know what the young prince meant by "voluntary."
Would someone willingly get injured or poisoned for their own sake?
Beifeng's head went blank with a loud bang.
The only scene that kept recurring in his mind was the young prince rushing towards him without regard for anything else.
"Yes, yes, I did it voluntarily, get up now." Yan Shiman was so frightened that she forgot about the pain in her wound.
He reached out and used some strength to try to reach Beifeng and help him up.
But the moment those slender, white fingers touched Beifeng's shoulder, they were firmly grasped by his large hand.
The warmth emanating from her fingertips startled Yan Shiman for a moment.
Why did the North Wind want to hold his hand?
Yan Shiman looked towards the north wind, where the other person was staring at him with eyes as deep as the night.
The young master had been stared at so openly by the guests of Ziyun Tower before, but those guests assumed he was a girl, which was why they looked at him with such intense gazes.
But he's a man now!
Why does the North Wind see him that way?
Yan Shiman became increasingly flustered as she thought about it, and quickly pulled her finger back.
He suddenly remembered that when they parted on bad terms last time, Beifeng had seemed very resistant to him, even showing a look of disgust on his face.
Is it possible that Beifeng is only trying to resist the urge to interact with him because he saved Beifeng's life?
That's right. When this guy saw me today, he was probably hoping I would leave as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Yan Shiman felt a little annoyed and disappointed.
He lowered his head to hide the disappointment on his face before slowly saying, "Don't kneel anymore, you're injured too."
Seeing that he suddenly seemed a little sullen, Bei Feng's lips tightened instantly.
He got up and sat down next to the young prince. Seeing the delicate and handsome boy looking dejected, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you're really in pain, why don't you pinch me? That might make you feel better."
Seeing Yan Shiman slightly stunned, Bei Feng then felt an embarrassing heat rise from his neck to his cheeks.
What is he saying? Why would the young prince want to pinch his own arm?
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
When Yan Shiman looked up, his wound was pulled, and he shuddered in pain.
He gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch Beifeng's arm hard.
The young prince appeared weak, but his inner strength was unfathomable. This pinch also contained some of his inner hatred and irritability. Even though Beifeng's left arm was strong, it was pinched until a bruise appeared.
But Bei Feng remained silent. After Yan Shiman finished pinching him, he even asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"It's completely useless." Yan Shiman withdrew his hand, feeling even more irritated when he saw the other person's worried expression.
He leaned back against the headboard, seemed to ponder briefly, and finally spoke.
"North Wind, I want to go back to the Prince's Palace."
Yan Shi thought to himself that he should go back to the Prince's Mansion to recuperate and not stay here to annoy people.
Don't delay their plans to go home.
"Your Highness is injured; perhaps you should wait a while before proceeding," Bei Feng said calmly, his lips barely moving.
“This place is not as good as the Prince’s mansion, and I don’t want to trouble you so much.” Yan Shiman pouted and said softly, “I know you don’t like me because of that matter, so don’t let me delay your way home.”
Yan Shiman's tone was both sour and bitter, and coupled with his pitiful expression, it made Beifeng feel a pain that went straight to the heart, making him feel flustered and confused.
"I have never disliked the Crown Prince, please don't misunderstand."
"I just feel ashamed to face the Crown Prince."
Bei Feng spoke slowly, a hint of struggle appearing on his handsome face. He took a deep breath and whispered to Yan Shiman, "If Your Highness wishes to return, then so be it. But I have a request."
Yan Shiman was still wondering what he meant by "ashamed to face," but when he heard Bei Feng's next sentence, he looked up and asked curiously, "What request?"
The North Wind stared at him intently, a faint glimmer in its eyes.
"Your Highness, please take me back."
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