But on that day, the Crown Prince came to the master's door asking for help. Without saying a word, the master refused to help.
Sanqi, standing at the door, overheard his master's words.
“Yi Chenxuan, your biggest mistake was trying to assassinate her. You need to understand that Yi Chenli didn’t protect her, and now she’s the one who’s dead. She’s innocent, what right did you have to touch her?”
"I cannot allow anyone to hurt her, including you."
Yi Chenxuan was furious and said, "Lan Jingtang, it's just a woman, is it really that big of a deal? If you want more, I can give you ten or eight women. Why are you so fixated on a woman who only has Yi Chenli in her heart? That woman is targeting me because she wants to avenge Yi Chenli."
"As for it, you'll never know what she means to me. I might turn a blind eye to other bad things you do, but you crossed my line. And even if she has someone else in her heart, so what? I decide who I like."
Lan Jingtang may seem like a gentle person, but he is actually arrogant at heart.
No matter how much Yi Chenxuan pleaded and tried to persuade him, Lan Jingtang did not budge.
She was confronting him, so why would he help her? Yi Chenxuan was being delusional.
He protected her, in ways she didn't know. That was enough.
"Sanqi, please, let me see him. Lan Jingtang is my good friend. He has helped me many times. I won't be happy if anything happens to him."
An Yuan'er rarely asks for favors, but when she asked Sanqi to take her to see Lan Jingtang, Sanqi refused and locked An Yuan'er out of the door.
As darkness fell, a small figure sat outside the Lan residence.
She didn't leave; she sat outside the door, knocking every few hours to ask Sanqi to let her in.
“I won’t care if you stay at the door. I will not take you to see the master, so give up on that idea.” Sanqi’s words were firm, and no matter how long An Yuan’er waited, he could not change his mind.
During the dinner break, Sanqi took some food and brought it to Lan Jingtang.
Lan Jingtang suffered severe torture at the hands of the Lan family, and his body was covered in wounds, with thick bandages wrapped around his hands, feet, waist, and abdomen.
Seeing this horrific state, it's unimaginable what terrible torture Lan Jingtang endured. Many of his injuries were devastating to his very core. Just a few days ago, he couldn't even eat and had a persistent high fever. He was incredibly lucky to have survived.
"Master, have some porridge. Your body can't take it if you don't eat for several days."
Sanqi fed Lan Jingtang porridge. Every time she saw her master's current state, Sanqi's eyes would redden. Her master was the youngest and most talented heir of the Lan family. He could diagnose and treat hundreds of diseases at the age of five and had an innate sensitivity to herbs.
His tongue could taste all the herbs in the world; with just a sip, he could tell how much of each herb was in a prescription—a physician's innate sensitivity. But after this severe punishment, his master survived with a high fever, having completely lost his sense of taste.
He could no longer taste medicine or eat anything; he had lost his sense of taste.
Heaven has withdrawn its blessing upon Lan Jingtang; the physicians have lost their sense of taste and cannot taste or prepare medicines, a great deficiency.
"Silly Sanqi, why are you crying? I'm still alive, aren't I?"
Lan Jingtang remained calm, showing little concern for his injuries.
"Sanqi, I've been sick these past few days and I don't know what's going on outside. How's the thing I asked you to inquire about?"
"Sanqi disliked that woman and didn't inquire about her."
Lan Jingtang panicked: "What if she does something foolish or suicidal? I told you to keep an eye on her, to comfort her if anything happens. How could you do this?"
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