Mr. Wang had been waiting at the mansion for a long time.
Someone was always sent to watch the door, and as soon as the prince and princess returned, they would notify him immediately.
At this moment, Old Wang had already fed the princess the antidote and sutured the wound on her shoulder blade and applied medicine. Then he reported to Feng Ling.
Feng Ling lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Everything this woman did was beyond his expectations.
The ointment that can heal wounds instantly comes at a greater price, and she is afraid that if she delays in the palace any longer, she will be exposed.
What a great way to hide the truth.
"Why isn't she awake yet?"
Feng Ling glanced at Qing Yue who was still sleeping on the bed and spoke.
"The princess was already seriously injured, and she has lost too much blood. Her coma is a good way for her body to rest. However, she may develop a high fever tonight."
Taoist Wang.
"Well, go down."
Feng Ling waved his hand.
Feng Ling looked at the woman lying on the bed with a pale face and a frown on her face even though she was unconscious. She became increasingly confused about her purpose.
Killing Qingyue, piercing Chu Yan's hand—was it true, as she claimed, that her goal was to kill Chu Yan? But why? Having grown up in the countryside, how could she have ever interacted with the people of Kyoto? And what deep-seated hatred existed between her and Chu Yan?
"Your Majesty."
Mr. Wang wanted to go out, but after thinking for a while, he seemed hesitant, and finally mustered up the courage to speak.
Coming back to his senses from his thoughts, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, "Anything else?"
"Your Highness, I have been in the palace for thirty years and have also traveled extensively, but I have never heard of anyone being able to refine such an ointment overnight. It can bring life back to life, turn flesh into bones, and turn bones into flesh. Your Highness's medical skills are truly extraordinary. Perhaps there is an antidote for the poison in your body, and your leg..."
"Get out."
Feng Ling waved her hand and interrupted Mr. Wang.
Old Wang looked at Feng Ling's expression, sighed, and finally retreated.
The prince’s legs are a taboo that cannot be touched.
But if the princess can cure the prince's poison, it would be a gift from God.
…
indoor.
The candle was burning, occasionally making a soft sound.
Feng Ling sat in a wheelchair, lost in thought. He had consulted countless imperial physicians regarding his legs, but was always told that he would never be able to stand up again in this lifetime.
He saw the woman's medical skills and thought she might be able to save him, but...
“Dad, Daddy…”
At this moment, the woman who was sleeping on the bed murmured something. He was a little far away and couldn't hear what she said clearly, so he steered his wheelchair to the side of the bed, leaned forward slightly, and wanted to listen to what the woman was saying.
When she was sober, she never spoke a word of truth.
"Dad, Dad."
Tears slid down the corners of her tightly closed eyes, one string after another, like beads that had broken off the string.
Qingyue dreams of her youth.
Seeing her father in the palace today and hearing him talk about his childhood, she couldn't hold herself back.
She thought of the time she spent with her father when she was young. Even when she was already grown up, her father would often lift her above his head and carry her on his shoulders.
When she was a child, she followed her second brother to be naughty, and it was always Qing Zhan who got beaten when they returned home.
Daddy couldn't bear to touch her.
A man as cold-blooded as him would always bring back some fresh cakes and delicious fruits for her and their mother when he saw them on the street. He would always get angry if his second brother didn't get any.
Later, Daddy withdrew from the frontline due to injury and handed over all the military power to my eldest brother. He has stayed in Kyoto Prefecture ever since then and has been with her for a longer time. No matter what she wants or what trouble she gets into, Daddy is always there for her.
"This king is not your father."
Hearing Qin Wan's murmurs on the bed, Feng Ling sneered.
But in his heart, he was disdainful. What was the use of a father like Qin Xiang? Didn't he throw you away to the countryside when you were young?
Perhaps it was Feng Ling's voice that stimulated Qing Yue.
The scene in her dream changed, and she returned to the day on the top of Fallen Leaf Mountain.
She died tragically, disfigured, and kicked off a cliff.
At that time, she had just become pregnant. The father of the child was unknown, but it was said that he was the son of a beggar.
"I hate you, and I won't let you go! No!"
The sound of gnashing teeth escaped from her pale lips. She stretched out her hand and waved it around, grabbing Feng Ling's arm.
Feng Ling didn't expect that she would suddenly attack in her sleep. She didn't check for a moment and was caught by her. She couldn't pull out and it seemed that she was about to be broken by her. She didn't know what she dreamed about. There was a beast-like wail in her voice, as if she was experiencing a brutal massacre.
"Qin Wan, wake up."
Feng Ling scolded.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why?"
Qing Yue's every word was pierced with tears, and it seemed that even her soul was stained with hatred.
Feng Ling's brows were furrowed. It was obvious that she was in a nightmare, and she was obviously having a high fever.
"Qin Wan, wake up for me, do you hear me?"
Seeing that something was wrong with her, Feng Ling snorted coldly and pulled out his arm with such force that the wound on Qing Yue that had just been bandaged broke open again, causing bleeding.
A sharp pain came, and Qing Yue on the bed opened her eyes in a flash. Everything in front of her eyes was blood red. For a moment, she seemed to be unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She only vaguely saw a figure beside her, who raised his hand and attacked Feng Ling's neck.
"Qin Wan, you want to die!"
Feng Ling's face changed drastically, but Suo Xing reacted quickly, turning his head to the side and holding down Qing Yue's hands.
The pain in her shoulder and Feng Ling's scolding woke Qing Yue up.
She remembered that she was Qin Wan now.
"Phoenix Feather?"
Qing Yue's voice was a little hoarse. She looked carefully at the person beside the bed and shouted.
He called him by his full name again.
"What's wrong with you?"
Feng Ling frowned. The moment the woman opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred, which made his heart skip a beat. What was she dreaming about? Such a huge hatred?
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been strangled to death by her.
"I had a nightmare. Now it's okay. Let me go."
Qing Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she spoke, her heart still beating violently.
Feng Ling checked her expression and saw that her madness seemed to have faded away and she had returned to her calm and composed look, so he let go of her hand.
"Why are you here? Where's my maid?"
Qing Yue felt weak all over. The attack on Feng Ling just now seemed to have used up all her strength.
"What did you dream about?"
Two people spoke at the same time, and after they finished speaking, no one spoke again.
The candlelight flickered in the room, flickering on the faces of the people, making it impossible to see the expressions in each other's eyes.
Seeing that Qin Wan didn't seem to be able to speak no matter what he asked, Feng Ling sneered, "If you hurt the enemy ten thousand times, you will lose eight thousand of your own."
"Your Highness, please go out first. I'm a little tired and want to rest first."
Qing Yue ordered them to leave. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and had no mind to deal with Feng Ling.
"Oh……"
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