Chapter 64 Ling Zixia borrows the fan to set rules
There was a barely perceptible tremor in Prince Jing Zhao Tianqing's voice, revealing his truest desire deep in his heart.
His sharp eyes stared at Ling Zixia without blinking, as if trying to find a positive answer from her face.
Ling Zixia looked at his anxious expression, but the smile on her face became more and more unfathomable. She did not answer his question immediately.
She just walked slowly back to the stone table and poured herself another cup of slightly cold tea.
The cold moonlight shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows around her, making her look even more mysterious.
When Prince Jing saw that she was silent, he became even more anxious and couldn't help but take another step forward.
"I am asking you a question. Can you cure my illness?" His voice was filled with a commanding tone due to his urgency.
Ling Zixia then slowly raised her head and looked at Prince Jing, without a trace of emotion in her clear eyes.
"The prince's illness can naturally be cured." Her voice was as calm as water, as if she was stating a very simple fact.
Prince Jing's eyes suddenly lit up with ecstasy. He had visited many famous doctors over the years and used up countless rare treasures, but he still could not cure the cold in his body.
Now, hope is right before his eyes, how can he not be excited.
He almost subconsciously rushed forward. He wanted to grab Ling Zixia's hand and ask her to heal him immediately.
However, Ling Zixia's next words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing his excitement.
"But..." Ling Zixia gently put down the teacup in her hand. Her voice was still calm, but with a hint of coldness that did not allow for questioning.
"I have always followed rules when treating patients."
Prince Jing's movements suddenly froze. He stopped three steps away from Ling Zixia, and the ecstasy on his face gradually faded.
He narrowed his dangerous eyes, looked at Ling Zi...xia, and said coldly.
"Rules? In this Great Zhou territory, no one has ever dared to talk to me about rules."
A cold murderous aura emanated from him, making the air around him seem to drop a few degrees.
Ling Zixia seemed to be completely unaware of the terrifying murderous aura from him, and her face still had that calm expression.
She took out a small round fan from her sleeve. The fan was made of plain white silk and had nothing painted on it.
She used the round fan to fan the air gently, her movements graceful and calm.
"Your Highness, this is wrong." Her voice was soft but clear.
"The world has its own rules, the dynasty has its own rules, and I am just a humble doctor, so naturally I also have my own rules."
"My rules are simple, there are only two."
As she spoke, she stretched out a slender jade finger. Under the cold moonlight, the white finger looked like the finest mutton-fat jade.
"First, those seeking medical treatment must be sincere and must not be coerced or disrespectful in the slightest."
"Today, Your Highness broke into my boudoir at night and touched me, which has violated my first rule."
Although her words were polite, the accusation in them was self-evident, and Prince Jing's face instantly darkened.
Ling Zixia ignored his ugly expression and extended her second finger.
"Secondly, my consultation fees are always expensive. I wonder if Your Highness can afford it?"
After she said this, she stopped talking and just looked at Prince Jing quietly with her clear and deep eyes.
Upon hearing this, Prince Jing was stunned at first, then he snorted coldly with a laugh that turned into anger.
"Consultation fee? Hahahaha! This is truly the funniest joke I've heard this year."
"There is nothing in this world that I cannot afford."
"Tell me, what do you want? Ten thousand taels of gold? Or the title of Marquis?"
His tone was filled with the pride and confidence of a prince, as if everything in the world was within his reach.
Ling Zi-Xia shook her head slightly, a very strange smile on her face.
"Gold is not lacking to me; power and position are not my desires."
"There's only one thing I want in exchange for the consultation fee."
Prince Jing frowned slightly and said impatiently.
"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me."
Ling Zi-Xia looked at him, she slowly put away the fan in her hand, and then spoke word by word.
"The money I want for the consultation is the truth behind the Ling family's massacre ten years ago."
This sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in the silent night, causing Prince Jing's face to change instantly.
His sharp eyes were fixed on Ling Zixia, filled with shock and disbelief.
"You...what did you say?"
Ling Zixia's face still had that calm expression, as if what she said just now was just saying that the weather was nice today.
"Your Highness heard correctly. I want the truth of that year."
"Including who was the mastermind behind it all, who was secretly fanning the flames, and who...added something to that bowl of 'decapitation soup' given to my father."
Her voice was soft, yet chillingly cold.
A huge wave of emotion surged in Prince Jing's heart. He could never have imagined that this seemingly weak woman in front of him had such a big plan.
He was silent for a long time before he spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.
"This matter has far-reaching implications, even involving the current emperor. Are you sure you want to know?"
When Ling Zixia heard this, a sad smile appeared on her face, and that smile looked particularly moving under the moonlight.
"My father died unjustly, and over a hundred members of the Ling family perished. As the only descendant of the Ling family, how can I live in this world if I cannot redress my father's injustice?"
Her voice was full of determination, which made Prince Jing's heart tremble.
He looked into her clear and determined eyes, and he knew that this woman was serious.
He fell silent again as he weighed the pros and cons.
The Ling family case was an unsolved case at the time, a scandal in the royal family, and a thorn in the heart of the emperor.
If the case is reopened, it will inevitably involve countless old court affairs and may even shake the foundation of the country.
This price is really too high.
But on the other hand, there was the cold disease in his own body that was like a maggot in his tarsal bones, making him suffer a torture worse than death.
On one side is the country and the other side is one's own life.
How to choose?
Just when he was hesitating, Ling Zixia suddenly spoke again.
Her voice, like the whisper of a devil, carries a fatal temptation.
"Your Majesty, you don't have to answer me so quickly."
"I can tell you one more thing."
"The cold you have is not natural, but a result of poisoning."
"A strange poison that only our Ling family can cure."
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