“Ah Yuan, you’re being too polite by asking that. You’re the Emperor’s own son, and you only became crippled because you saved him. The Emperor wants you to stand up more than anyone else. How could Detective Su not lend his spirit?” Feng Qingcheng said with a smile.
I don't want to, I really don't want to!
Su Yang really wanted to escape!
Why would he fly up a tree to spy on this woman?
Waaah, I want to cry.
"Detective Su, come on, it will only take a moment, very quickly, I will finish this quickly."
Without giving him a chance to refuse, Feng Qingcheng smiled and extended her hand to him.
Su Yang wanted to cry.
Su Yang reluctantly lent her spiritual power to Feng Qingcheng, her face as black as charcoal.
"Detective Su is truly great. I'll try my best not to let you lose any stars. Of course, if you do accidentally lose one, the Emperor will compensate you. Think about it, you're saving Prince An right now."
Su Yang, "..."
He wants to kill this piece of trash right now!
But he didn't dare.
The little pig was still fast asleep inside the space, but the space opened up a tiny bit, and Feng Qingcheng unceremoniously directed Su Yang's spiritual power into the crack in the space.
Her herb garden in her space lacked spiritual nourishment, so why not take advantage of it?
When dealing with enemies, you can't be soft-hearted, otherwise you'll be crying your eyes out when they put a knife to your neck.
At the same time, she began to take Long Moyuan's pulse.
Long Moyuan's pulse was too chaotic. Despite having no spiritual power, it seemed as if there were many complex things inside his body.
She wanted to examine it further, but was blocked by several powerful forces.
Could it be that Long Moyuan was also forcibly sealed away by super big shots like her?
Feng Qingcheng had to stop and finally examine his legs.
Actually, he still has feeling in his legs; he's not truly disabled.
With the combination of herbal medicine and acupuncture, one can stand up.
That's great. She's done a good job in helping Prince An get back on his feet.
As for whether Prince An can cultivate again, that depends on fate.
"puff!"
Su Yang felt the loss of spiritual energy was too terrifying, so he had to forcibly withdraw it, but was rebounded and forced to vomit blood!
Stars dropped!
One star!
Waaah, Feng Qingcheng is such a waste, he's going to kill her!
"Oh, Detective Su, I haven't even finished checking yet, and you're already done?" Feng Qingcheng sighed helplessly. "I know you didn't intentionally withdraw your spiritual power, let's try again."
One more time?
If he loses another star, can he still keep his position as the number one detective?
At his level, even a one-star difference in status results in a world of difference in treatment!
“Your Highness, it’s not that I’m unwilling to borrow a spirit, but I haven’t been feeling well these past two days. If I borrow a spirit again, I’m afraid my body will collapse.”
Feng Qingcheng shook her head helplessly, "Detective Su, you're so pitiful, you're so weak."
weak?
Su Yang, the Emperor's top detective, a Xuanhuang Nine-Star, who could roam freely in the Longtai Empire, was now being mocked by a good-for-nothing?
Waaah, does this good-for-nothing even know how much time and resources he spent going from eight stars to nine stars?
I'm so angry!
"Please understand, Prince An and Princess An." Although Su Yang was displeased, she had no choice but to bow her head because of the other party's status.
Long Moyuan laughed, "Acheng, Detective Su didn't do it on purpose."
Feng Qingcheng said, "That's true, but Detective Su is so pitiful. His health is so weak, yet he still has to investigate cases. By the way, Detective Su, have you often had stomach aches these past few years? But the pain only lasts for a short while and then it gets better quickly."
Detective Su nodded.
Feng Qingcheng said, "Detective Su, you have a terminal illness, the kind that has no cure."
"What?" Detective Su jumped up in anger. "Princess Consort An, don't scare this old man."
“When you were using the spirit medium just now, I also took the opportunity to examine your illness. You will definitely die within two years from this illness.”
Su Yang's legs went weak and she almost fell.
This Princess An is too cunning; he doesn't believe her.
"You definitely won't be able to get out of bed in less than half a month. I'm really not lying to you."
"Does Princess An intend to treat my illness?"
"It depends on whether you need it or not. I have no way to cure you. At most, I can give you a dozen or so more years to live."
"I don't need it."
"Those powerful individuals who once doubted my medical skills all ended up dead."
Thinking of Princess An's medical skills at their peak, Su Yang couldn't help but have doubts again.
Does he really have a terminal illness?
"Detective Su, I see you're getting on in years and don't want you to overwork yourself. Let me give you a suggestion: the person who framed the Crown Prince is the Second Miss. Even if you find out the truth, the Second Miss will never be held accountable. Why don't you just go with the flow and shift the blame to her maid?"
Princess An's mind is indeed the most intelligent.
These two young people were the ones he admired most.
Looking back now, any lowly servant could easily crush them.
Alas, fate is cruel.
"If Detective Su doesn't believe me, then go and arrest the flower thief Li Muyong. He's become a one-eyed man now and should be kept at the Li family's house."
"You're saying the flower thief is Li Muyong?" Su Yang gritted her teeth in anger.
"That's right. Back then, the flower thief was burned beyond recognition by me, but he was eventually rescued by the Li family. That's because the flower thief was none other than Li Muyong of the Li family, Feng Qingran's maternal uncle. Now that the whole story is connected, do you know why Feng Qingran wanted to harm me?"
"Isn't it because you stole her goddess identity and framed her?"
"Heh, Detective Su is already so old, and you still can't see through such petty tricks? If I were really that ruthless, would Feng Qingran still be alive? Now, it's Feng Qingran who wants my life, and you still can't see through it? Did you steal your title of 'Detective'?"
Spurred on, Su Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I will go to the Li family to take him away right now."
"No need to see me out."
Seeing Su Yang leave in anger, Long Moyuan was not happy at all. Instead, he looked at her with concern and said, "Acheng, it's all my fault for being useless. I've made you suffer all these years."
Feng Qingcheng smiled and said, "It's alright, it's all in the past."
"Trust me, I will protect you from now on."
Come on, a disabled person can hardly control the people in this Prince's mansion.
Feng Qingcheng still smiled and said, "That's great! Ayuan, don't worry, I can cure your legs."
Long Moyuan was overjoyed, "Really?"
"Okay, I'll give you a few acupuncture needles now. You'll feel a little bit. After that, you'll need to massage and take the medicine every day. In less than half a month, I guarantee you'll be able to stand up again."
"Ah Cheng, thank you." The man looked at her excitedly, his eyes filled with deep affection.
Feng Qingcheng seemed to be electrocuted, and she quickly shook her head in fright. "You're welcome. Let me give you acupuncture."
Long Moyuan stopped him, saying, "Acheng, there's no rush. Let's go to the General's Mansion first and bring your mother and brother over."
Feng Qingcheng was stunned. She was just thinking of giving Long Moyuan some benefits and then asking him for a favor, but she didn't expect him to be so meticulous.
They really love each other deeply.
“Acheng, that’s the General’s Mansion after all. How could Feng Lingzhi let my mother and my brother stay at the Prince’s Mansion? Wouldn’t that be a slap in his face?”
Long Moyuan grasped her hand. "Acheng, what if Feng Lingzhi divorces your mother?"
That's a good idea.
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