Chapter 104 Ling'er's Dilemma
The pear blossoms were snow-white. Inside the room, a young man dressed in white leaned against a couch, gazing at the pear blossoms outside. He slightly raised his head, revealing a slender, delicate neck and a pale, handsome profile that was unbelievably perfect.
Suddenly, an elderly man in fine clothes walked in through the door. The old man bowed to the young man and said:
"Your Highness, Master Han has been brought here and is waiting outside."
Lu Qingheng turned his head and said:
"Please let him in!"
Then he got up to get out of bed, and the maid next to him immediately came over to help him.
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Outside the courtyard, a young man dressed in a silver-gray Taoist robe stood not far from the corridor. His black hair fell down his back, and he had crescent-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His eyes were as black as lacquer, and he was so handsome that he seemed unreal.
He stood there, like a jade tree or orchid in the courtyard. Everyone around him sighed inwardly, thinking that there was actually someone in this world who was as handsome as His Highness.
"How handsome!"
"Just as handsome as His Highness."
The maids whispered among themselves.
The man in the silver-gray Taoist robe was Han Wei. She had slightly altered her appearance to disguise herself as a man.
Meow~
A kitten perched on a flowering tree, and Han Wei looked at it. The kitten, with its tricolor markings, had glossy, fluffy fur, and its heterochromatic eyes resembled two jewels. It stared intently at Han Wei. Han Wei had seen this kitten in her previous life; Lu Qingheng had named it "Ling'er." This kitten was very arrogant and ignored everyone except Lu Qingheng.
Han Wei waved to it, and sure enough, the creature proudly raised its head, turned around, jumped onto the roof, and left in an instant.
He's giving me the impression that he's ignoring me.
Han Wei: "..."
Just like in my previous life, nothing has changed.
Suddenly, she remembered that a cat had come to see Gu Qi before. It was a calico cat with heterochromia, rare but not uncommon; even in the mortal world, you could find plenty if you looked carefully. She hadn't paid attention before, but now it seemed a bit of a coincidence. However, Han Wei didn't think much of it.
Han Wei didn't know that after the cat left her sight, it transformed into a cute little boy on the artificial hill. The little boy wore white clothes, had cat ears, and a cat tail. He murmured:
"How did she get here? How did she know that His Majesty had been reincarnated here?"
"What is this woman trying to do? Should I intervene?"
"His Majesty says he doesn't want to see her, but he's still thinking about her. He didn't seem to say anything about not letting Han Wei get close to him, but... but we can't just do nothing, can we? Who knows what that woman wants to do to His Majesty? What should we do now? Should we get rid of Han Wei?"
Ugh, this is so annoying!
Ling'er scratched her head with her two chubby little hands.
Han Wei waited for a while before Chen Changshi came out and bowed to her.
"Taoist Master, please!"
So Han Wei followed him into the room. Turning the screen, she saw the white-clad youth sitting beside a table. His pale, handsome face held a slight smile, his eyes clear as water. The moment he saw Han Wei's face clearly, surprise flashed in his eyes.
Lu Qingheng was surprised to find that this Taoist priest Han was so young, looking no older than himself. Moreover, for some reason, upon seeing him, he had a feeling of déjà vu.
The moment Han Wei met Lu Qingheng's gaze, her heart pounded wildly. Suppressing her excitement, she maintained her composure and bowed respectfully.
"This humble Taoist greets Your Highness, Prince Yan!"
"Master Han, no need for formalities, please have a seat!" Lu Qingheng smiled and gestured for him to sit down.
After thanking Lu Qingheng, Han Wei sat down opposite him, and a maid served her tea.
"I've long admired Master Han's name, but I didn't expect you to be so young," Lu Qingheng said. "I heard you came to Baiyun Temple while traveling. Where are you from?"
"I am an orphan. I have been traveling around with my master since I was a child, making the world my home," Han Wei replied.
“That Taoist priest must have been to many places and seen all the famous mountains and rivers. I am truly envious. With my two eyes, I have seen all the flowers and trees of this royal palace in all four seasons, but I do not know... what the real desert smoke, the long river sunset, the vast ocean, and the snow-covered mountains look like.” Lu Qingheng said with a wry smile.
Han Wei felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw his bitter smile. She remembered that he had said in his previous life that he wanted to see all the beautiful scenery in the world with her, but she had not fulfilled his wish. She said, "Once Your Highness recovers from your illness, the world is vast, and there is nowhere we cannot go."
Han Wei exchanged pleasantries with Lu Qingheng, while Chen Changshi, who was standing nearby, became anxious and said, "Master Han, why don't you take a look at His Highness first?"
Han Wei looked at Lu Qingheng: "Please extend your hand, Your Highness."
Lu Qingheng reached out his hand, and Han Wei's fingers touched his pulse. Lu Qingheng gazed at Han Wei's features, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he had seen her face somewhere before, but he was clearly meeting this Daoist Han for the first time. Why did he have this feeling?
After a long while, Han Wei released her fingers.
"How is it? Can Daoist Han cure His Highness's illness?" Chief Secretary Chen asked anxiously.
Han Wei nodded: "It can be cured."
Lu Qingheng stared at Han Wei in shock. What did he say? It can be cured?
Not only Lu Qingheng, but also Chief Secretary Chen and everyone else in the room stared at Han Wei in shock. They had already consulted all the imperial physicians, and year after year, the Yan Prince's mansion had sought out renowned doctors from all over the country, but not a single one had ever claimed they could cure her.
Lu Qingheng had grown accustomed to disappointment, and now he doubted whether he had misheard.
"Master Han, what did you say?" Lu Qingheng asked.
Han Wei cupped her hands respectfully and said, "I can cure Your Highness's illness."
"Really?" Chief Secretary Chen asked excitedly.
Han Wei nodded: "If I cannot cure Your Highness within three months, then I will leave my head here."
Everyone was even more shocked.
After his initial shock, Chief Secretary Chen looked at Han Wei suspiciously. He wondered if she was a madwoman or a true reclusive master. Han Wei was too young and had made such boastful claims, so it was understandable that Chief Secretary Chen was skeptical. However, Chief Secretary Chen was unwilling to let go of any opportunity to save his prince, so he resolved to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.
But he wasn't the one making the decision; he looked at Lu Qingheng: "Your Highness?"
Lu Qingheng looked at Han Wei, and for some reason, he felt a strange sense of familiarity with her, along with an inexplicable feeling. He had no hope for his own health, yet he wanted to trust Han Wei. He chuckled and said, "Alright, then I'll entrust my health to Daoist Han."
Han Wei stood up, cupped her hands in greeting, and said:
"This humble Taoist priest will certainly do his utmost to treat Your Highness."
Since Han Wei moved into the Prince of Yan's residence, Lu Qingheng's illness has been getting better day by day.
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Two months later.
The pear blossoms have faded, but the lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom.
By the pool, a young man in white was practicing his swordsmanship. After finishing a set of sword techniques, he looked at the young man in a Taoist robe beside him, who smiled and said, "Your Highness's swordsmanship is becoming increasingly refined."
Lu Qingheng held his sword behind him and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to the Taoist priest's excellent teaching."
"This sword technique has the effect of strengthening the body, Your Highness can practice it often in the future," Han Wei said with a smile.
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