Chapter 279: Life-saving grace should be repaid with one's body
When Fan Yong heard Zhao Lingmeng's voice, he immediately came back to his senses and smiled sincerely, "Much better. I should still be alive. Your Highness, please forgive me. I'm afraid I can't perform the ceremony in this state."
Zhao Lingmeng rolled her eyes speechlessly. Even though her life was almost over, she still remembered to salute. She was really impressive. "Alright, we're friends now. Can I still care about you not saluting when you couldn't get up?"
When Doctor Ma and the others saw that His Highness and Lord Fan were chatting, they tactfully bowed and left, with no intention of staying there any longer.
Zhao Lingmeng saw their actions but did not stop them. She didn't know the seriousness of Lord Fan's injury. There might be some fatal secret in it, and it might not be a good thing if they heard it.
Seeing everyone leave, she sat down at the table beside the bed, poured herself a glass of water and drank it slowly, and kindly asked, "Would you like some?"
Fan Yong shook his head. He had already drunk when he woke up, so he really wasn't thirsty now.
"Thank you for saving my life, Your Highness. I cannot express my gratitude enough."
Listening further, Zhao Lingmeng knew what he was going to say, words of thanks anyway. Saving someone was fine, but being the one who got taken advantage of wasn't. "Stop, I just brought you back. I'll keep the herbs and the medical fees for you in mind. You'll pay for them when the time comes."
"Ah?" Fan Yong was confused. He thought the painting style was so strange and he had to pay for it himself!
Zhao Lingmeng was so shocked by Fan Yong's reaction that she put the cup of water on the table. Her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees: "Are you trying to shirk your debt?"
Zhao Lingmeng thought to herself, she had already made the promise to Doctor Ma, so could it be that she would have to pay for it herself in the end? Thinking of this, she felt terrible.
Fan Yong stared blankly at the agitated Princess Funing, who was afraid he would default on his debt. He suddenly found her adorable. He shook his head gently. He was a man who wanted to live a carefree life, so how could he have such thoughts? It must be because he was injured too badly this time and had lost too much blood.
Although Fan Yong's mind was full of confusion, he still spoke in his usual style, "Your Highness, please show some mercy. I am not worth much. Isn't it said that a life-saving grace should be repaid with one's body? How about Your Highness..."
Zhao Lingmeng knew Fan Yong was joking, but she wasn't angry. She just had to confront him anyway, as she couldn't lose the upper hand. "You wish! If you don't pay me, I'll have you thrown out of my house right now."
"Your Highness, please show mercy. Although I don't have much, I still have enough money to save my life." Fan Yong said this, but when he recovered from his injury and left, he saw the bill handed over by Zhao Lingmeng, and he had only one idea in mind at that time, otherwise, he would marry her in return!
But next time he gets seriously injured, he will still come to see Dr. Ma. It’s a bit expensive, but the effect is really good!
When Zhao Lingmeng heard Fan Yong say this, she gave him a look that said, "You better know what's best for you."
"Your Highness, where did you rescue me?" Fan Yong was seriously injured and bleeding profusely, and was being chased by bandits. By the end of his escape, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he didn't remember where he fell.
"It was on my way back from the hot spring villa, at the foot of a mountain about a third of the way to Yuanjing. I've already had Chunshui and the others clean up the scene. That place is truly deserted, though. You're lucky to have happened to meet me on that day, returning to Yuanjing.
When we met you, you had almost bled out. Doctor Ma said if we had waited any longer, even the gods wouldn't have been able to save you.
Zhao Lingmeng talked a lot, but she never mentioned why he was so badly injured. She didn't want to know the emperor's secrets. She still had some sense of propriety.
After listening to Princess Funing's description, Fan Yong pondered for a moment and asked, "Did you encounter anyone stopping your carriage on your way back to Yuanjing?"
"I met a minion of the Third Prince, and was kicked away by someone close to me. But just in case, I brought you back dressed as a woman. And Lord Fan looks pretty good in women's clothing, too."
Zhao Lingmeng recalled what happened at that time as she spoke, and it was still quite funny when she thought about it now.
"Oh! It's just women's clothing, nothing." Although Fan Yong said it as if he didn't care, he was roaring in his heart. He was thinking about his reputation as a talented and romantic man in Yuanjing!
Zhao Lingmeng couldn't see Fan Yong's thoughts, and seeing that he looked indifferent, she made a powerful gesture to him out of admiration.
When Fan Yong saw this gesture, he felt a little better, really only a little. "Thank you very much for saving my life, Your Highness."
"Okay, I'm glad you're awake. Just stay in the mansion and take good care of yourself! But you can only do it secretly, don't cause me any trouble. You rest, I'm leaving now."
Fan Yong nodded, not saying anything to try to persuade him to stay. He had just woken up today, and after talking so much, he was already sleepy. "Farewell, Princess!"
After Zhao Lingmeng came out of the front yard, he once again knocked on the servants in Fan Yong's yard. After all, the people were rescued, and they couldn't fail in this last burst of fire.
After beating them, Zhao Lingmeng slowly walked away with her men. Looking at the blood on the ground in the mansion, she suddenly missed her two eldest sons. She wondered if they were happy to spend the New Year away from home for the first time this year. Especially that kid Zhao Houming, he wouldn't be crying secretly outside!
Before Zhao Lingmeng could think about it, a servant came to report that Marquis Wu'an had arrived.
Zhao Lingmeng was silent for a while. She hadn't seen her elder brother in more than half a year. "Let Marquis Wu'an come in!"
She did not meet Wu'an Hou Zhao Anping in the front yard, but met him directly in the back yard. After all, Fan Yong, a living person, was recuperating in the front yard, and she was afraid that her elder brother would notice something.
Zhao Lingmeng ordered a fire to be lit in the backyard pavilion and a pot to be prepared. The only difference was that it wasn't beef, but chicken. For Zhao Lingmeng, any other meat would be fine without beef. She couldn't possibly be a vegetarian; she wasn't a rabbit.
Then Zhao Lingmeng asked someone to surround the pavilion with screens so that the wind could not blow in and it would be warm enough to eat in the pavilion.
Zhao Anping thought he'd come back empty-handed again. After all, Xiaomei hadn't spoken to him since their last disagreement. He had come this time out of necessity, wanting to ask Xiaomei for a favor. But he hadn't expected Xiaomei to actually be willing to see him. He was in a good mood all the way to the mansion.
When they reached the bottom of the pavilion, Qiuyue smiled and saluted: "My Lord, His Highness is waiting upstairs, please come in!"
Wu'an Marquis Zhao Anping nodded, left the servant there, and strode upstairs. When Zhao Anping got upstairs, before he even went in, he saw the windscreen, which was obviously not an ordinary item. Also, the fragrance wafting from the screen made him swallow his saliva.
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