Chapter 45
During the time when she lost consciousness, Youyang was having a familiar dream.
In his dream, he had a fight with Ming, but he still locked himself in the storybook.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed, "Finally, I sent you back."
And behind the towering tree behind him walked out a white-haired immortal, her master Cangming.
The dream came to an abrupt end, and Youyang woke up with a heart full of questions.
When I was imprisoned in this storybook, my master was actually there? Why didn't he save me? He looked like he knew the old man well, and what did he mean by that?
Could it be that I am originally from this storybook world?
If this is the truth, then it makes sense why I can't learn magic in the world of cultivation.
But why did she have no recollection of anything before she met her master as a child?
The more You Yang thought about it, the more headache she got.
In the final analysis, she still wanted to go out. Even if that world was not her world, there were people she was familiar with and cared about, but in this world that belonged to her, she didn't know anyone and had no sense of belonging.
"Hiss--" You Yang suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in her head, which made her consciousness a little fuzzy. Her eyes were blood red and she could not see the surroundings clearly.
Her weak wrist slammed hard on the table, and the pain brought her back some consciousness.
She leaned on the table, pressed her forehead with her fingertips, and shook her head vigorously several times before she gradually felt better.
"Miss! What's wrong with you?" Zifeng practiced martial arts and had better hearing than ordinary people. He rushed in when he heard the noise.
You Yang put his weight on Zi Feng, "It's okay, I had a headache just now, but it's gone now."
Zi Feng asked worriedly, "Did you catch a cold from the wind last night?"
"I will go and ask His Highness for a doctor."
She rushed out again, and You Yang didn't even have the strength to hold her back.
"Could it be that he really caught a cold?"
Qingyun came back from the small kitchen of the princess's mansion and saw Zifeng in a hurry, not knowing what he was doing. He asked from a distance and found out the truth. He hurried over to accompany Youyang.
Youyang felt that he was already well. He had just rested for a while and all the abnormalities in his body had recovered.
Soon Zifeng came with the imperial physician. Besides Song Yanting, Song Yunlan, Song Fuyu, Song Qingwan, Song Anyao, even You Miaoyan came with them.
A large group of people were crowded outside the screen.
You Yang: “?”
She widened her eyes and looked at Zifeng with questioning eyes.
Is this right? Song Yan still found this understandable, but why did Song Yunlan and the others come to join in the fun?
Everyone's eyes were focused on the old doctor's hunched back. He tremblingly pulled out a cushion from the medicine box. "...Miss, please place your hand on it. I will take your pulse."
The imperial physician took You Yang's pulse and made a careful diagnosis.
"Miss, you are feeling depressed. Do you have trouble falling asleep on weeknights? Do you sleep well? Do you have many dreams and wake up easily?"
Youyang has all these symptoms.
She nodded. "I didn't sleep well, but it seemed like I got better last night. I slept pretty well."
The doctor shook his head, "No, no, no."
"The reason why Miss slept so well yesterday was because she caught a cold and had a slight fever. Her body couldn't handle it, so she slept so soundly."
You Yang: “?”
"Is it really a cold?"
The imperial physician stroked his beard and said, "I have been practicing medicine for decades. I wouldn't make a mistake in diagnosing a minor cold."
"I'll prescribe some medicine for you, young lady, and the cold will go away."
"There is also a prescription for calming the nerves that can help Miss sleep, but medicine is three-quarters toxic. If Miss can't resolve her own worries, this medicine will lose its effect after taking it for a long time."
You Yang nodded, "I understand. Thank you, doctor."
"Zifeng, send the doctor out."
The imperial physician walked out from behind the screen and briefly explained You Yang's condition to the distinguished guests. After hearing that it was just a cold, he left without staying long.
Song Fuyu was shocked by what the staff behind him said to him.
"What did you say? How could the Thousand Silk Cicada be on her?"
"Didn't you say that the Golden Cicada would only look for someone with exceptional martial arts skills who was a perfect match for it? How could it be this superficial girl?"
Gu Di was also unconvinced. "The Golden Cicada never chooses the wrong host. Your Highness, perhaps the Second Miss of the You Family is hiding a secret that we don't know about."
Song Fuyu pondered and couldn't help but wonder, "No one showed up when you summoned him last night. Is this insect really effective?"
"The Golden Cicada is the top forbidden technique among our ancient Gu arts. It cannot be wrong."
Gu Di swore, "When I left, I stole all the forbidden books related to the Golden Cicada. They record the experiences of several users and have never been wrong."
"Perhaps the possession last night was too brief, and I was unable to fully control it. I will try again tonight and will surely give Your Highness a satisfactory answer."
Song Fuyu reluctantly accepted his reason, "Don't let this king down."
You Miaoyan walked out with Song Anyao, lagging behind Song Fuyu and his attendants for a distance.
Seeing You Yang staying in the room peacefully, Song Anyao asked in confusion, "The people we arranged last night came back and reported that they hadn't seen her at all. Where could You Yang have gone so late at night?"
The two had planned to destroy You Yang's face last night. For this purpose, Song Anyao asked Liu Mei for help. After arranging everything, she went to You Yang's room but there was no one there. It was all in vain.
You Miaoyan hesitated, "Maybe my sister has something else and hasn't returned to her room yet."
Thinking back to yesterday's intimacy between her and Song Yanting, she knew at a glance that this was not the behavior of someone who had only met a few times.
Song Anyao clapped her hands violently, as if she had discovered some huge secret.
"Where else could she be if not in her own bedroom at night?"
"Our people have been waiting there for quite a while, but they haven't come back yet. It's impossible that they went to the toilet."
"Could it be that she and the Third Prince were in the same room last night?"
You Miaoyan gasped in surprise at what Song Anyao said, "No way..."
"Sister...sister would never do such a thing...cousin, please stop making random guesses."
Song Anyao looked at her with disdain, looking down on her cowardly appearance.
"You are still too naive. When will you become more mature?"
"I've seen many vulgar women like her in the harem, with no talent or virtue but only a beautiful face."
"In order to win a man's heart, she would sacrifice herself. Especially since my third brother has so many women in his backyard, she has to seize the opportunity now to win his heart."
"Her thinking is similar to that of the women in the brothels outside."
You Miaoyan praised her, "Cousin is really smart, I have to admit she is better."
Song Anyao raised her head proudly and patted You Miaoyan's shoulder, "Don't be too kind to her in the future, or you will suffer losses without knowing it."
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Song Yanting looked over the screen and his eyes met You Yang's pale lips. His heart trembled and he said in a cold tone, "You look very bad. What did you do last night?"
"What's your attitude? Xiao Yang'er is a patient now, don't scare her."
Song Qingwan brushed past him, glared at him, and sat down next to Youyang, touching her haggard face.
She looked at him with heartache, "My poor little Yang'er, you look so haggard. Go back and bring the imperial physician with you. Only when you recover from your illness can you become the most beautiful bride."
You Yang was still confused, her mind still dazed and her reaction was slow, "I look haggard?"
She clearly feels no different now than usual.
Song Yanting glanced at Yuande, who took the bronze mirror from the room and held it in front of Youyang.
"ah!"
She screamed.
You don’t know until you see it. I was shocked to find that there was not a trace of blood on my face.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it was her own face. "Is this really a cold? I don't think I have some incurable disease, do I?"
Song Yan also felt that something was wrong with her behavior, so he picked up Song Qingwan, who was sitting there unnecessarily, and asked her to stay aside.
The latter wanted to curse, but when he realized that he wanted to take his pulse, he stood aside with his hands behind his back.
Song Yanting sat down, took You Yang's hand and personally checked her pulse. "It is definitely a cold."
After taking her pulse, Song Yanting did not let her go. He held her slightly cold slender hand in his and played with it.
"I was just about to ask, are you feeling depressed? Seeing how heartless you are, I almost thought you had no heart."
You Yang pulled back her ravaged hand.
She originally just wanted to go back to find her master, and was worried about her life every day. But a strange dream last night made her realize that she was the heroine of this storybook world.
The bystander became the protagonist, and as the protagonist, she had no other memories of this place except having read this book.
Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't tell anyone, otherwise these people would burn her alive as if she were a monster.
How can this not make me feel depressed?
Just thinking about Youyang makes my vision go dark.
It turned out to be really dark. She tilted her body and leaned unexpectedly on Song Yanting's shoulder. Her eyelids, which were originally full of energy, became as heavy as boulders and she closed her eyes uncontrollably.
Song Yan's whole body froze when he heard this. He dared not move and let You Yang lean against him, fearing that You Yang would move away if he moved.
It was not until Zifeng told him that Youyang had fallen asleep that he felt Youyang's gentle breathing.
Song Yanting took the initiative to put his arm around her shoulders and used his other hand to test the temperature of her forehead, which was a little hot.
He ordered Song Qingwan to bring a blanket, and the latter took the blanket handed to her by the maid and covered Youyang with it herself.
She whispered, "I fell ill after only staying at the Princess's Mansion for one night. Ultimately, it's my fault for not treating guests well enough."
"I told the eldest daughter of the You family to go back by herself first. After she takes the medicine, you can take my apology and send her back safely."
After she finished speaking, she added with disdain, "You are really lucky."
Song Yan nodded and said, "Are you really planning to plant the tree Song Fuyu gave you in the princess's residence?"
"I noticed that the attendant following him had a strange look on his face. Last night, he kept looking around under that tree. I wonder if there's something strange about that tree."
Song Qingwan hummed in agreement, "Song Fuyu is too cunning. I won't keep his things."
"We've already rushed to find a similar tree. The one he gave us was dragged out and burned late last night. You can find someone to sell the jewelry and other items for some silver notes to take to the border town. They'll be useful there."
Song Yan listened and said, "I understand."
After You Yang finished drinking the medicine, he put his arms through her calves and picked her up horizontally.
Qingyun took a brand new cloak from Song Qingwan's maid and covered Youyang tightly, leaving only her pretty little face exposed.
Song Yan heard You Yang get on the carriage in public.
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