Chapter 113 My Son!
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Bai Yanxing retorted bluntly, "You're dreaming! Everyone's in Banshan City waiting to capture Little Huang. What do I have that I absolutely must do right now? What could be more important than capturing Little Huang?"
Mentioning this old fellow, both of them frowned simultaneously.
That's despicable!
Di Jiang's injuries were real; they were the result of whipping and branding. For a righteous god to use such methods was truly an eye-opener for them!
"What a scoundrel! We should take this to the authorities, no, to the Demon Queen and Demon King! Even if he is the young master, he can't hurt people like this! This is an abuse of power!"
These words weren't spoken by Bai Yanxing and Di Jiang; the voice came from the courtyard, growing louder as it approached. The two simultaneously looked out the window and saw an old woman anxiously entering, leaning on a cane. Duan Jiuyou accompanied her, winking at them and calling out, "Qian Xing, husband, Mother's here!!"
—Your mother!
Duan Jiuyou gave a silent hint, pointing to the old woman and then to the imperial capital.
Qian Xing is Bai Yanxing's current name. Her husband is naturally called Di Jiang. When Di Jiang heard that "his mother" had arrived, he instinctively tried to get up to greet her, but the moment he moved, he was in excruciating pain.
The old woman walked briskly, pushing open the door and rushing in, saying hurriedly, "My son, lie down quickly! My son, lie down quickly!" Her eyes were full of heartache as she pressed "Qian Xing" for answers: "Has he taken any medicine? Oral or topical? Which pharmacy did you buy it from? Did you see a doctor? What did he eat and drink tonight? What kind of soup did he have?"
She asked too quickly, and Bai Yanxing was stunned for a moment before replying, "I didn't see a doctor, but I went to a pharmacy in the city and got some medicine. I bought Longshan Jin Chuang, which is said to be the best external wound medicine."
The old woman checked the injuries first, then frowned and said, "They even used a Buddhist pagoda?"
Duan Jiuyou and Bai Yanxing were puzzled and pressed the old woman for an answer: "What is a pagoda?"
The old woman said, "It's a potion that hinders wound healing and accelerates festering. The whip was soaked in the pagoda; as soon as the skin and flesh cracked, the potion seeped into the wound. What kind of bastard is this so-called young master? How could he be so vicious!"
Upon looking at the medicine that "Qian Xing" had bought, he shook his head and said it wouldn't work: "Longshan Jin Chuang heals too slowly, and will only cause more suffering." After saying that, he conjured up pen and ink, carefully wrote down a prescription, and asked "Qian Xing" to get it.
Jiuyou then remembered that Qian Chuanchuan's mother was a famous doctor in the Kunshan area and had considerable medical skills.
They secretly thought it was fortunate that she was there, otherwise they would have no idea that the whip was laced with poison.
On one hand, they hated Young Master Huang even more! They wished they could tear him to pieces!
"Qian Xing" accepted the order and left. The old woman sat down by "Qian Chuan Chuan's" bedside and looked at her "son" with tears streaming down her face.
"You've really suffered a great deal! It's all your own fault! You went and started that robbery business, and when you robbed others, they naturally held a grudge against you! It's also my fault for being sick at the time and not having the energy to control you. If it weren't for this grudge, you wouldn't have been injured like this."
The old lady was quick-tempered and had a bad temper. As she spoke, she slapped Di Jiang hard on the shoulder, making Di Jiang gasp in pain!
Duan Jiuyou quickly stood in front of Di Jiang and said, "Mother, what's done is done, so please don't blame him anymore. Besides, he's seriously injured right now, and if you hit him again, who knows when he'll recover."
The old lady sighed, how could she not feel sorry for her son? She took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
Di Jiang clutched his aching shoulder, enduring the pain as he asked, "Mother, why have you come?"
Qian Chuanchuan's mother lives in Kunshan and rarely leaves the mountain. Duan Jiuyou would not have leaked the news to the old lady, and Qian Chuanchuan and Liu Yunzhou would not have been able to find her.
Madam Qian was surprised to hear this: "Didn't you send someone from the Ministry of Justice to notify me to come?"
"The Ministry of Justice?" Di Jiang frowned, but quickly understood the reason.
Young Master Huang was suspicious and didn't fully trust Qian Chuanchuan. He injured him while simultaneously spreading rumors that his mother should come and acknowledge her son.
If the group gets along normally and doesn't reveal any flaws, he will continue to come to the money exchange to exchange money. But if anything seems amiss, he will avoid them altogether and not only stop coming to the money exchange, but will also hide in the palace until they leave.
That old bastard is really cunning!
Fortunately, Di Jiang had learned about Qian Chuanchuan's background beforehand. He had a mother, but his father had passed away early. Qian Chuanchuan was extremely filial to his mother and obeyed her every word. Madam Jin Yuanbao also got along well with the old lady, so it wasn't difficult for him to act.
However, with a stranger suddenly appearing in the house who didn't know their identity, they were inevitably a little reserved. While they were chatting, Bai Yanxing returned with the medicine.
The old lady opened the medicine powder, looked at it, said there was no problem, and naturally took it and handed it to her "daughter-in-law".
"Then apply the medicine for him. I'll go to the kitchen and make you some congee and side dishes. I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of him these days."
When Qian Chuan Chuan was a bandit, he was often injured, and Jin Yuan Bao was always there to take care of him. The two were husband and wife, so it was perfectly normal for them to take off their clothes and apply medicine.
After finishing her speech, Madam Qian led "Qian Xing" to the kitchen. In the room, Duan Jiuyou and Di Jiang looked at each other in bewilderment.
Di Jiang hadn't expected that his "mother's" arrival would bring such benefits. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he was about to laugh with anticipation when he saw Duan Jiuyou squinting at him. He quickly suppressed his smile.
"I can apply the medicine myself."
He took the powder and ointment from Duan Jiuyou.
Duan Jiuyou moved a small chair and sat down next to him to watch. He could indeed apply the medicine himself, but he was already very weak, and the mere act of unbuttoning his shirt caused him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Duan Jiuyou stopped Di Jiang from applying the medicine, sighed, and took the medicine bottle to apply the medicine to Di Jiang.
Di Jiang was tortured while bound to a rack, with wounds mainly concentrated on his upper body, collarbone, chest, and abdomen.
Duan Jiuyou first washed his hands and dried them before applying the ointment.
Any topical medication, even analgesic powder, will inevitably cause pain when applied to the wound.
Madam Qian said that the traditional Chinese medicine for wound healing was too weak, while her own prescription was like a potent poison. It was indeed very effective in relieving pain, but applying it felt like rubbing salt into the wound. Di Jiang, who had been gazing at Jiu You with deep affection, was suddenly struck by a sharp pain in his wound and almost fainted.
"Jiuyou! Wait a minute!"
He was already quite tolerant of pain, but he never expected that this medicine would feel like having his flesh cut out with a knife!
Duan Jiuyou was startled to see that Di Jiang's face was deathly pale, and he quickly put down the medicine powder to go find Old Madam Qian.
"Mother! That medicine—"
"The medicine hurts a little, doesn't it?" Old Madam Qian was incredibly calm as she chopped vegetables. "Tell him to bear with it. This medicine is very effective at relieving pain. The only downside is that it feels like you're dying when you first apply it. Just bear with it for half an hour and it will be fine."
Duan Jiuyou stared blankly at Madam Qian, almost asking her: Are you really his mother?
The old lady had her own reasoning: "All medicines either cause prolonged pain or short-term pain. Do you want him to suffer gradually for half a month, or do you want him to recover after a few days of pain?"
After saying that, she burst into tears again: "My son, I can't bear to see him in pain even more than you do, that's why I asked you to apply the medicine for him. He's a piece of my own flesh and blood."
Duan Jiuyou reluctantly returned to her room, now holding a demon-binding rope. Di Jiang watched her warily as she spoke.
"Mother said if you move around in pain, I'll tie you up."
Di Jiang had a look on his face that said, "This is utterly inappropriate." He shook his head and said, "No need. The pain was just sudden. You can continue applying the medicine. I'll bear it and it will pass."
Duan Jiuyou also felt that using the Demon-Binding Rope was a bit excessive. Di Jiang was, after all, the leader of a clan, and no matter how much pain he was in, he wouldn't roll around on the ground so undignifiedly.
Besides, this rope is for locking demons, and Di Jiang is a god, so it wouldn't work on him at all.
"Shall I continue applying the medicine?"
Duan Jiuyou sat down next to Di Jiang again. Di Jiang nodded, but Duan Jiuyou's expression was more tense than Di Jiang's. He would look at Di Jiang's reaction every time he applied the ointment to a wound.
The Emperor is in excruciating pain! He's really in so much pain!
But he could endure it. Thin beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and his five fingers clenched tightly, gripping the other hand that wasn't visible to Duan Jiuyou.
He could be shameless towards Duan Jiuyou, but he was also extremely concerned about his image at times. This was the same reason why he would rather freeze to death than wear a thick coat in the Ten Realms. Especially when Jiuyou looked at him with concern, he was afraid she would worry.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Duan Jiuyou asked, observing.
"It doesn't hurt. It hurts a little at first, but it doesn't hurt as much after you get used to it."
Di Jiang spoke to her as usual, not entirely feigning it. When the pain from the wound reached a certain level, the pain receptors would become numb, which would actually weaken some of the pain.
He told her, "The number of ferocious beasts in the Ten Realms has decreased significantly. After Yuan Chi died, the miasma in the mountains dissipated. I distributed the fertile land to the people, so they no longer need to hunt beasts to exchange for coins."
Duan Jiuyou knew he was trying to distract himself with idle chatter, so he went along with it, saying, "Yuan Chi seized a lot of land during his lifetime, leaving the people starving. They could only hunt for coins, and these ferocious beasts were sent to the Coin Bureau, but in the end, they all ended up in Yuan Chi's stomach. He lived by eating these beasts, and their spirits turned into miasma, creating a vicious cycle that only made the people suffer. By killing him, you have accumulated some merit, and you truly deserve to die."
As Jiuyou spoke, he sprinkled the medicinal powder on Dijiang's abdomen, where the injury was the most severe. Duan Jiuyou poured the powder into his palm, intending to spread it gradually, but his hand trembled and he poured too much. Dijiang's breathing tightened suddenly, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Duan Jiuyou stopped what he was doing and looked at him with some panic. As he looked at him, his face turned red.
She knew she shouldn't have any romantic thoughts at this time, but Di Jiang's current state made it hard not to have wild ideas.
He already had an excellent physique, and now his clothes were wide open, his head was tilted back, and his abdominal muscles were strong and firm. He was suppressing his breathing, and because the wound was too painful, he also had to lift his abdomen upwards.
Absolutely stunning!
Duan Jiuyou hesitated to make any further move, and Di Jiang calmed himself down for a moment before finally noticing Duan Jiuyou's unusual behavior.
His gaze lingered briefly on her face, a subtle meaning escaping his notice. Ignoring the pain, he smiled in surprise: "What are you thinking about?"
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