Chapter 597 Reunion of Husband and Wife (First Update)
Marquis Xuanping did not put Xiao Heng down until his horse, carrying Xiao Heng's horse, took a detour back to the official road and met the two of them. Only then did the two of them mount their horses and return to the inner city of the capital.
"Not going back to Bishui Hutong?"
Marquis Xuanping noticed that Xiao Heng was leading the wrong way.
Xiao Heng said softly, "Yes, I'll be staying at my mother's place for the next few days."
Marquis Xuanping did not ask any further questions.
Although he and Princess Xinyang had been married for many years, they did not interfere with or disturb each other. Therefore, this was his first time visiting the residence on Zhuque Street.
He watched Xiao Heng go inside and was about to leave when Xiao Heng opened his mouth and called out to him, "Take care of your injuries first."
To avoid sounding like he was concerned for him, he added, "Luckily, there's a doctor here."
"Your mother—"
She's not here.
Marquis Xuanping raised an eyebrow. "I knew you'd become so bold, daring to bring your old man back with you."
He had waited so long for this little bit of concern from his son, and Marquis Xuanping was not about to miss the opportunity to spend time with him.
No matter what, he has to wait until his son calls him "Dad" again.
Marquis Xuanping dismounted.
He didn't even flinch when he was carrying Xiao Heng over mountains and valleys, but now that they're home, he's suddenly started acting.
To demonstrate the severity of his injury, he walked into the house in an exaggerated, limping manner.
Xiao Heng looked at his dragging left leg and his face darkened instantly: "Your right leg is injured."
Marquis Xuanping: "..."
It was already late at night, and Gu Jiao was injured and needed to rest. Xiao Heng didn't wake her up, but Doctor Song was there and had just taken Gu Jiao's temperature.
Xiao Heng settled the Marquis of Xuanping in his house and also invited Doctor Song over.
Doctor Song was a sensible man. After arriving at Zhuque Street, he had already vaguely guessed Xiao Liulang's identity, but he didn't ask any more questions that he shouldn't have.
When he saw Xiao Liulang bring Xuanping Hou back, he still didn't ask anything.
Xiao Heng took out a set of his own clothes and gave them to Marquis Xuanping to change into.
To be honest, there is a difference in physique between the father and son. Marquis Xuanping has practiced martial arts for many years, so he is naturally more robust than Xiao Heng, but their heights are not that different.
Looking at the clothes, which weren't too short, Marquis Xuanping couldn't help but sigh again—his son had really grown up.
Doctor Song began treating Marquis Xuanping's injuries. Xiao Heng had assumed that he only had two knife wounds that had been discovered on the way, but when Doctor Song lifted his shirt, the crisscrossing old and new scars on his back almost stunned Xiao Heng instantly.
Marquis Xuanping had a handsome, jade-like face, which made people subconsciously feel that his body was just like his face.
Who would have thought that he was already covered in wounds?
Minor injuries were nothing to Marquis Xuanping; all he remembered was the knife wound on his back and the knife wound on his right leg.
When Marquis Xuanping looked up, he saw his son staring at him blankly. He had forgotten that his son hated fighting and killing. None of the toys he had made for his son when he was a child were liked by his son.
These scars must be quite unsightly.
He quickly pulled up his clothes and said to Xiao Heng, "You go out first."
Xiao Heng's eyelashes trembled, and he turned and walked out with a complicated expression.
"My lord, your wounds have been stitched up more than once, haven't they?" Doctor Song said, looking at the two important wounds of Marquis Xuanping.
"Hmm," Marquis Xuanping mumbled in response, "It was sewn up once or twice."
He had his wound stitched up once after coming off the battlefield, but then it tore open again while he was traveling non-stop. He had it stitched up once or twice more when he changed horses at a post station.
Doctor Song said earnestly, "My lord, this is very dangerous! You should rest properly after being injured. The worst thing you can do is to tear the wound open again. This is even more serious than being stabbed!"
"Then... will he be crippled?" Marquis Xuanping asked.
Doctor Song sighed, "You were just lucky that my master had some special medicine for injuries, otherwise your leg would really be ruined!"
Marquis Xuanping's wound is already red, swollen, and inflamed, and it was soaked in water just now... Doctor Song has never seen such a disobedient patient!
If it weren't for the fact that the owner had anti-inflammatory medicine, even a miracle worker couldn't have saved him!
Doctor Song cleaned the wound for Marquis Xuanping. He couldn't help but marvel at the Marquis's special constitution, which had managed to heal despite repeated tearing. However, the local infection would make treatment and care somewhat troublesome.
"I'll remove the stitches first," said Dr. Song.
"Tear it down," Marquis Xuanping said indifferently.
"It might hurt a little," Doctor Song said as he removed the pelvis. Turning his head, he saw that Marquis Xuanping had already turned his head and fallen asleep.
As if sensing something, Marquis Xuanping struggled to open his eyes and mumbled groggily, "...What did you say?"
Dr. Song said, "It's nothing, it's all done. I'm going to give you an injection now."
Marquis Xuanping glanced at the IV drip and needles that Doctor Song had brought over, said "oh," tilted his head, and went back to sleep.
Doctor Song attached the pressure tube to his pulse and muttered, "First time getting this, and he's not even afraid..."
Marquis Xuanping had too many injuries, both large and small, that needed to be treated. It was not until half an hour later that Doctor Song came out of the house.
Xiao Heng waited for him under the eaves.
Doctor Song stepped forward, carrying his medicine box, and said, "Lord Xiao."
Xiao Heng turned around and asked, "How is he?"
Doctor Song said, "He's asleep. We've treated all the injuries that could be treated. To be honest, his injuries are quite serious. The cut on his back is so long, and the cut on his leg is so deep."
As Xiao Heng watched Doctor Song demonstrate the length and depth with his hands, his handsome brows suddenly furrowed.
Doctor Song sighed and said, "Is he courting death? He should be properly nourished by military nutrition after getting injured. Why is he in such a hurry to come back?"
The physician Song was unaware of the affairs of the people of Yan.
Xiao Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, his heart filled with mixed emotions: "Then, can it still be cured?"
Doctor Song truthfully replied, "It can be cured, but whether it will leave any aftereffects is hard to say."
It seems we still have to wait for Jiaojiao to wake up and ask her if there is a cure.
This is Princess Xinyang's residence. Xiao Heng did not intend for Marquis Xuanping to stay overnight, but since Marquis Xuanping was so badly injured, he couldn't very well wake him up and send him back.
Xiao Heng entered the house.
A dim oil lamp remained on the table, and Marquis Xuanping, with an IV drip attached, was fast asleep.
Perhaps only at this moment did he shed his arrogant and domineering demeanor in public, revealing the haggardness and weariness of an injured person between his brows.
In fact, his injuries were always there, but when he was awake, his aura was so strong that people couldn't feel his vulnerability.
Xiao Heng knew he had never grown into the person he had hoped for. He wanted a son who could inherit his mantle, a son who could go to the battlefield with him, a son who could make him proud.
But whether it was his extraordinary talent in childhood, his early career as the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy, or his gradual rise from humble beginnings to make his mark in the court, none of these experiences could ever bring him pride or satisfaction.
As dawn broke, Princess Xinyang returned from outside the city.
They should have arrived much earlier, but a heavy rain fell outside the West Gate, and a small landslide occurred on the mountainside halfway there, which kept them away for most of the night.
The first thing Princess Xinyang did upon returning to the city was to rush home to see her son.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw a maid carrying a basin of bloody water out of Xiao Heng's room, and her brow twitched!
My worst fears have come true!
Ah Heng was tricked by the people of Yan!
"Aheng!"
Even the most composed mother could not remain calm in the face of her son's peril. Princess Xinyang almost staggered as she rushed in. The maids at the door didn't even have time to greet her before she was already at the bedside.
The room was filled with the strong scent of wound medicine, indicating that the other party was seriously injured.
Her nose stung with tears, and she threw herself onto the person on the bed, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands.
"Ah—"
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a large, broad hand slowly land on her head.
This action surprised her for a moment.
There are two main reasons. First, Xiao Heng can still move, which means he is not dead and can still be saved. Second... why did Xiao Heng touch her head?
Princess Xinyang raised her head with tears in her eyes and stared blankly at "Xiao Heng" on the bed. With just one glance, she stood up abruptly!
"Xiao, Xiao, Xiao, Xiao... How could it be you!"
She was struck dumb, and she stammered!
Marquis Xuanping frowned slightly, still a bit grumpy from being woken up. He slowly withdrew the hand that had just touched Princess Xinyang's head and pinched his brow with his fingertips.
He then frowned and looked at Princess Xinyang: "Qin Fengwan?"
(End of this chapter)
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