Feng Ling told him what happened a month ago.
A thought flashed across Xie Jinghuan's handsome face. He had a very good relationship with Feng Ling, a friendship they had known since childhood. In addition, since the main family took sides, the Xie family had stood on Feng Ling's side early on. However, he did not expect that a disaster would befall three years ago, turning the dignified Prince Yu into this state.
In the past two years, he has spent very little time in Kyoto, searching everywhere for the trace of the old man Wushuang.
Rumor has it that the old man Wushuang has superb medical skills and can bring the dead back to life, but his whereabouts are mysterious and no one knows where he is.
Whether it was Jinzhi's leg or the poison in his body, they had sought out many famous doctors but could not find a cure. Only old man Wushuang was the last hope, but in the past two years, they had sent many people out, and he even personally left the capital to track down old man Wushuang, but all came to nothing.
Only he himself knows the anxiety and worries in his heart.
Xie Jinghuan was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Jinzhi, no matter what Miss Qin's purpose is, we shouldn't give up that little hope."
"I don't want to."
Feng Ling's face was cold and his eyes were downcast.
"Jinzhi, I know what you're thinking. You have a grudge against Miss Qin San, but you're also afraid of facing greater disappointment, right? We are brothers, and I understand what you're thinking."
Feng Ling's body stiffened, his fingers curled up slightly, and he said nothing.
"Old Man Wushuang's whereabouts are unknown. Your body won't last much longer. If Miss Qin San can really save you, we'll give it a try, no matter the cost. Jinzhi, don't resist your illness. Think about the people behind you..."
Xie Jinghuan's voice was gentle and clear as he slowly guided her.
Feng Ling didn't speak for a long time. Jing Huan grew up with him and knew him too well. He knew that he was more of a self-destructive person with regard to his body, and he hated threats the most. Qin Wan touched his aversion points everywhere.
"Your Majesty."
Seeing that Feng Ling still didn't speak, Xie Jinghuan called out to him again, addressing him as "Prince" to remind him of his identity.
"Got it, then go over and take a look. I also want to see what tricks Qin Wan is playing."
Xie Jinghuan nodded. He didn't know what Miss Qin San had done to make Feng Ling so disgusted. After thinking about it, he reached out to help Feng Ling push the wheelchair.
The two of them walked along the bluestone path to the backyard.
On the other side, the back garden.
During the month of recuperation, Qing Yue had figured out a lot of things and accepted her current situation.
Revenge is easy to say, but it is difficult with her current status...
Let’s not talk about Chu Yan’s strength, just look at the Qing family… Given how much her father and brother dote on their daughter, if she dares to touch Qing Yunyao, she will probably be killed by her father and brother. Just look at her second brother’s reaction and you will know.
Qing Yue's fingers gently pinched a leaf as she thought. The first thing she had to do was to let her family know the truth about her tragic death, that Qing Yunyao was a fake, and Chu Yan's conspiracy...
But all this is not so easy to implement.
Just as I was thinking this, the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground came closer.
Qing Yue looked up and curled the corners of her lips slightly. Perhaps the opportunity had come.
Feng Ling and Xie Jing saw the woman surrounded by flowers at a glance.
She was wearing a moon-white long dress that was gathered at the waist, and she stood there delicately and straight.
There was a hint of coldness between his brows, like a plum blossom in the snow, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring temperament.
"Slave, this slave greets the prince."
Xiangqin heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground. When she turned around, she saw Feng Ling and a noble young man behind him. She was so shocked that she knelt down and saluted.
Qing Yue nodded slightly, "Prince Yu."
Her voice recovered, and her voice was clear and crisp.
Feng Ling suddenly came back to his senses.
He was actually distracted while looking at Qin Wan.
The main reason was that his inherent impression of Qin Wan was from a month ago.
Qin Wan was in a very miserable state at that time. Not only was she very skinny and gaunt, but her face was as pale as a ghost, not to mention the vegetable leaves and eggs that were thrown at her... In short, she was very ugly and dirty, and had nothing to do with beauty.
But today...
She stood there, graceful and elegant, wearing only a light dress and simple makeup, but she made people feel that she was naturally beautiful.
"Qin Wan, why didn't you stay in your own room and ran to this back garden? Are you trying to attract my attention?"
Feng Ling came back to his senses and was in a bad mood because he had just been staring at Qin Wan in a trance.
Qing Yue's eyes were clear and cold. Facing Feng Ling's obvious provocation, she showed a certain indifference. She raised her eyes calmly and said, "It's been a month since we last met. Your Highness has become even more self-indulgent. Is there something that brings you here?"
When she was Qing Yue, she was spoiled and protected by her family, and had a fiancé like Chu Yan. Her personality was really outspoken and unrestrained, and she really was not one to suffer any loss.
Despite the betrayal and tragic death she experienced, something deep down remained unchanged.
So when faced with Feng Ling's ridicule and sarcasm, she retorted almost without thinking.
Feng Ling's narrow eyes immediately became frost-covered, and anger surged, "Qin Wan!"
Just then, Xie Jinghuan beside him also raised his eyes, and their gazes met. Xie Jinghuan then nodded at Qingyue.
Qing Yue looked at the person in front of her, Xie Jinghuan, the eldest son of the Grand Tutor, with clear eyebrows and eyes like stars, and a handsome and gentle temperament, as well as an elegant demeanor.
This person has a very good relationship with Feng Ling.
She still remembered that in her previous life, when she was with Chu Yan, she had heard him say, "In the Great Zhou, there are young heroes. In the east, there is Jing Huan, and in the west, there is Zi Che. They are resourceful and have great talents. If we can get these two people, the whole world will be in our hands."
In short, Chu Yan had a very high opinion of Xie Jinghuan.
In her previous life, she loved Chu Yan and was devoted to him.
The Xie family is close to Feng Ling, so she naturally doesn't like them and doesn't pay much attention to Xie Jinghuan.
But I didn't expect that my identity would change in one day of life and death.
Qing Yue's eyes were a little complicated, and she nodded at Xie Jinghuan, "Thank you, Master."
When the name came out, not only Xie Jinghuan was stunned, but Feng Ling also narrowed her eyes.
"Princess, do you know Xie?"
Xie Jinghuan's tone was filled with doubt.
Qing Yue pursed her lips slightly. She just subconsciously called out "Thank you, Master". It was a courtesy, but she knew it was not good as soon as she said it, because she was Qin Wan now.
Qin Wan grew up in the countryside and had only been in Kyoto for a few months. He was previously imprisoned in the Qin family and was later carried to Prince Yu's Palace. How could he have had the opportunity to meet the legitimate son of Grand Tutor Xie?
Sure enough, as soon as the name was uttered, Xie Jinghuan asked in confusion, and Feng Ling immediately looked over with sharp eyes.
"I've heard that the young master of the Xie family is a gentleman as beautiful as jade, and his reputation is well-known."
"Oh, you've heard of quite a few people. It seems that although Miss Qin grew up in the countryside, she's not isolated from the news at all."
Feng Ling spoke coldly, his sarcasm evident in his tone.
Qing Yue blinked her eyelashes, her long lashes casting a shadow beneath her eyelids. "Prince Yu, a month has passed and the date is almost here. What are your thoughts on this?"
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