Immediately afterwards.
Several officers and soldiers quickly caught up.
A soldier approached the carriage and saw the coachman lying in a pool of blood. He then checked the situation inside the carriage and, seeing the seriously injured man, hurriedly got off the carriage and reported, "Commander, it is the heir of the Prince of Wei's mansion."
Qi Mingsen entered the carriage and saw Wei Xu, who was on the verge of death, and a silk handkerchief in his hand. Qi Mingsen reached out and picked up the handkerchief, his brows furrowing. The figure just now did indeed look like a woman.
"Send him back to the Prince of Wei's residence immediately. Go and fetch the imperial physician," Qi Mingsen ordered.
"yes."
The assassins who persecuted Wei Xu disappeared completely when the soldiers caught up with him near the Marquis's residence.
Inside the Marquis's residence.
Linglong helped Mu Chenshuang finish washing up.
"Linglong, go and prepare the brush and ink."
Linglong asked in confusion, "Miss, what do you want to write?"
"Write a medical book."
She wanted to write down the content that only the head of the Divine Physician Sect could study and research, as well as the specific operational methods that they did not know. Therefore, she planned to write down the specific content and operational methods and give them to Doctor Li for him to study and research.
This book will definitely ensure that he won't be pursued by the people of the Divine Doctor Sect.
Linglong was puzzled. Why did her young mistress suddenly want to write about medical techniques?
"Go quickly!"
"yes."
Linglong turned and left.
Mu Chenshuang watched Linglong leave, her gaze unconsciously falling on the dressing table. Suddenly remembering something, she got up and walked over, sat down in front of the dressing table, opened a small drawer, and picked up a gold hairpin that could be described as dazzlingly gorgeous.
Mu Chenshuang stared at the hairpin in her hand, the flickering candlelight reflecting in her clear eyes, making them appear even darker.
From now on, she and Fu Junheng will probably never have any further dealings.
This is exactly the result she wanted.
For a moment, she couldn't explain where the emptiness in her heart came from.
She just stared at the hairpin.
For quite a while.
I looked up at myself in the mirror.
She slowly raised her hand and inserted the hairpin into her hair.
The man, who had been hiding in the shadows and concealing his presence, widened his eyes in an instant upon seeing this scene. His heart trembled, and his cold, resolute heart suddenly seemed so powerless.
Linglong brought over a writing brush and ink.
Mu Chenshuang took off the hairpin and placed it in the box.
"Linglong, you should go and rest!"
Linglong couldn't help but remind her, "Miss, you are pregnant now. You can write tomorrow. Don't tire yourself out."
Mu Chenshuang sat down at the desk. "I know what I'm doing. I'll just rest for a bit. You can go and rest first."
"Shall I go and brew you a bowl of herbal soup, Miss?"
Mu Chenshuang said softly, "No need, you go and rest. I'll rest for a while."
Linglong didn't feel comfortable trying to persuade her mistress of her decision. She then checked the burning charcoal fire nearby, and carefully closed the door behind her.
The room was quiet, illuminated by candlelight, while a cold wind howled outside the window.
Mu Chenshuang held a brush and bent over the Xuan paper to write down the pharmacological content. The flickering candlelight illuminated her delicate and beautiful profile, and the interplay of light and shadow made her face even more profound and captivating.
With each stroke of her pen, she appeared so dignified and serene, yet exuded an indescribable charm and elegance.
Mu Chenshuang was engrossed in writing on the paper, completely unaware that a pair of eyes were watching her intently, and those eyes were becoming increasingly absorbed and dark.
The man's eyes darkened as he watched her continue writing, showing no sign of wanting to rest.
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