Yang San told Yi Mu that the pain in his leg would become increasingly severe in the future.
When applying the medicine later, the sheep may need to hold a piece of cotton cloth in its mouth to prevent it from losing its mind from the pain and biting its tongue.
The sheep is not afraid of pain, but it is afraid of numbness that lasts for ten years.
He harbored a deep-seated hatred, so he needed pain to remind himself just how heart-wrenching the massacre of his entire family more than a decade ago truly was.
On the fifth day of the autumn hunt, an uninvited guest arrived outside Yi Mu's courtyard.
The Third Prince, Xu Lian, has become virtually invisible since Xu Zang ascended the throne.
Once the most popular heir to the throne, he is now living a low-profile life and is largely ignored.
Yi Mu didn't know what the Third Prince wanted to do. He was just a merchant, not comparable to the Third Prince, so he could only ask Yuanbao to invite him in.
The Third Prince arrived at an inopportune time. Yang San had just finished treating Yi Mu's leg, and Yi Mu was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat and his face was deathly pale.
His appearance was not suitable for entertaining guests, but he couldn't very well turn away the Third Prince.
The Third Prince had long wanted to see what the legendary richest merchant looked like, but Xu Zang had kept him hidden too well.
Normally, there are at least three layers of imperial guards guarding the courtyard. People inside can go out, but people outside can't even think about coming in.
Xu Lian was quite knowledgeable, and when he saw that this legendary tycoon who possessed two-thirds of the world's wealth was actually just a young and handsome gentleman, he only slightly opened his mouth before smiling and saying, "I've heard so much about you."
Yi Mu displayed the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family, returning Xu Lian's greeting with impeccable courtesy.
Xu Lian smelled a strong herbal scent in the room and asked Yi Mu if he was ill.
Yi Mu said calmly, "These are all old ailments, there's no point in saying more. Third Prince, is there something important you need to discuss?"
Xu Lian picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and looked at Yuanbao standing to the side.
Yuanbao, with his keen sense of propriety, bowed slightly, turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Yang Sanzheng returned after washing his hands, intending to apply acupuncture to Yi Mu's leg, but Yuanbao stopped him and told him to come back later.
Seeing his mysterious behavior, Yang San pressed him for details and finally learned that the Third Prince had arrived.
Yang San was a man of the martial arts world, but that didn't mean he didn't care about world affairs.
During the reign of the late emperor, besides Crown Prince Xu Zang, there were two other outstanding sons: the third prince Xu Lian and the seventh prince Xu Heng.
The two sons, one a scholar and the other a warrior, are either more likely to inherit the throne than the useless and foolish crown prince.
Unfortunately, on his deathbed, the late emperor issued an edict, passing the throne to the crown prince.
The seventh prince died young, so why is the third prince, rumored to be the reincarnation of the God of Literature, seeking out Yi Mu?
Yang San was quick-witted. Yi Mu was Xu Zang's junior fellow disciple and also the richest man in the world.
The former identity has little value, but the latter is very tempting to those in power.
To put it bluntly, ruling the world relies on military force and money. Military force is the army, which is controlled by the imperial court, while money is distributed among wealthy merchants in various regions.
Among the social classes of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, although merchants are considered the lowest in social standing, they always hold the top three in the hierarchy.
Those in power love merchants, and merchants depend on officials.
The relationship between government officials and businessmen will always be inseparable.
The Third Prince has no trump cards at the moment.
In his eyes, Yimu was a highly desirable prize; if he could win him over, it would only be a matter of time before Laxuzang was defeated.
Yang San glanced at the tightly closed door and smiled.
This prince is truly a whimsical fellow.
Putting aside his current absolute disadvantage, even if he and Xu Zang switched places, Yi Mu would not have pledged allegiance to the Third Prince.
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