Chapter 240 Fang Cheng, the Good Lackey
The person kneeling on the ground whispered, "Your Highness, since your accident, the Prince has begun a secret investigation and discovered that in recent years, the military power in many garrisons has actually been controlled by the Shangguan family."
Furthermore, the Ninth Prince Ji Canglin had already stationed troops in the Northwest three years ago.
The prince instructed his subordinates to inform you that he has begun contacting his former subordinates and is secretly reclaiming military power. He advised you to take good care of yourself and await an opportune moment.
The Shangguan family was the Empress's maternal family.
It seems that in recent years, Ji Canglin has taken advantage of the fact that the emperor is far away and the empress has a lot of influence in the capital to do a lot of things.
Father probably didn't know either, otherwise he wouldn't have been so lenient with the Empress.
"I understand, and I also urge Uncle Wang to be extra careful."
...
That night, Ji Ruyan had a dream.
I dreamt of my father when he was still quite young.
Just like I remembered, he was stern and unsmiling, with a cold expression.
Holding a book on governing the country, he tested the young boy's lessons.
Later, he got tired and his legs ached from standing. He saw heartache on his father's face.
"Crown Prince..."
"Your Majesty..." The Empress appeared at the door carrying pastries.
The emperor withdrew his outstretched hand, and his gaze turned serious again.
"Go back now. Your studies are still not up to par. If you continue like this, I will punish you!"
As he left the palace, he glanced back; the air was filled with the fragrance of incense, and the emperor and empress seemed to be in harmony.
Perhaps the smoke obscured his vision, but the Emperor's lips curled into a smile, though his eyes held no emotion.
Aren't Father Emperor and Mother Empress childhood sweethearts, a legendary couple?
...
Ji Ruyan woke up, stared blankly for a while, and then took out the portrait of the woman again.
He got out of bed, looked at his eyebrows and eyes in the bronze mirror.
My father is a handsome man.
He looks remarkably like his father, the emperor.
Only a pair of eyes.
His father had thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, while he had a pair of slender, peach-blossom eyes.
The woman in the portrait looks exactly like her!
The truth was revealed so unexpectedly, and a bittersweet feeling of longing and affection quickly welled up in my heart.
Was it his biological mother?
...
Three days passed in a flash.
Lu Qingqing woke up on the tatami mat in the next room.
I could hear hushed voices coming from next door.
She rubbed her forehead.
After two sleepless days, I finally completed the entire process of Mo Lang's investigation.
Spleen injury, liver injury, fracture, superficial lacerations, stab wounds...
Mo Lang has now been wrapped up like a mummy.
Lu Qingqing walked out of the cubicle.
Everyone, look over here.
Old Pang excitedly shouted, "Master!"
"Why did you wake up so early? Aren't you tired?"
Strange, how come the old apprentice is so old, yet has more energy than her?
Old Pang: "Not tired, not tired, Master, please sit down."
This was supposed to be Sixi's job, but now he's doing it all.
Si Xi stared wide-eyed and silently uttered a few words.
Lu Qingqing understood Lao Pang's excitement.
This is how a medical fanatic should behave, proving that he is an ambitious and good student.
This time, Lu Qingqing truly used all her knowledge to perform a perfect thoracic surgery in this ancient time when medical technology was backward.
No wonder Lao Pang was so excited that he couldn't sleep after staying up for two days.
He probably never knew that a person could survive after a piece of their liver was removed.
"At your age, you must take good care of yourself, lest you suddenly die," Lu Qingqing said frankly.
Doctors don't have as many taboos, and this serves as a warning.
"You can learn whenever you want; it's not like I won't teach you."
"Thank you, Master!"
Lu Qingqing then looked at Ji Ruyan and Gu Chengzhou, who were looking at her eagerly.
He sighed, "To be honest, I don't know if he'll wake up."
"I've done what I needed to do."
"I did my best."
"The rest is up to metaphysics."
"What is metaphysics?" Gu Chengzhou quickly asked.
"Burning incense and praying to Buddha, begging for divine favor."
"Young Master, I'll go burn it." Gu Chengzhou said and ran outside.
Lu Qingqing: "..."
Ji Ruyan's eyes were also slightly bloodshot. She said worriedly, "Qingqing, I'll have someone take you back. You should get some rest."
I'll call you if anything happens here.
“Master, you should go back. I’ll keep an eye on things here,” Old Pang said.
Lu Qingqing nodded. She couldn't sleep peacefully in someone else's house.
She then instructed Lao Pang: "If you want Mo Lang to wake up quickly, you can say some stimulating things in his ear."
His biggest concern should be his master, right? Just tell him his master is injured, surrounded, and about to die, waiting for him to rescue him—make it as provocative as possible!
Old Pang sweated: "...Okay, okay..."
“He also has a younger sister he cares about,” Ji Ruyan suddenly said.
"Huh? Doesn't he... have no family?" Lu Qingqing almost blurted out that he was a bodyguard.
"Yes, she was taken away right after she was born."
Ji Ruyan only heard about it from Fu Leng after she had sent Mo Lang away.
When Mo Lang was seven years old, his mother gave birth to a younger sister.
He only glanced at it before happily running to his father's workplace to call him home.
When he returned, he found that his mother and the midwife had both been hacked to death.
My sister is missing.
The elderly woman next door witnessed it herself; it was done by two masked bandits.
Dozens of miles away, there is indeed a gang of ruthless bandits, and people have already been killed there.
They reported it to the authorities, who sent two men to take a cursory look around and casually say they hadn't seen any bandits.
Later, Dad took a bag of rat poison up the mountain and put it in the well in the bandit stronghold.
Half the bandit stronghold was poisoned, but he still couldn't find out where his sister was.
He didn't come back either.
He was chopped into pieces by bandits and fed to the dogs.
Mo Lang left home and searched everywhere for a place where he could learn kung fu from someone.
Someone told him there was a place where he could learn, so he went with them.
That is... the Dark Guard Camp.
Later, Mo Lang survived through layers of selection and began to be given special training.
After becoming a full-fledged bodyguard, he seized an opportunity to kill all the bandits who had lived on the mountain back then.
But there is still no news about his sister.
In the past two years, he has spent all the money he earned as a bodyguard on finding people.
Ji Ruyan said, "I've already sent people to look for clues, but..."
Mo Lang had no idea what mark his sister had, and he had long forgotten what his mother looked like. He relied on the fact that she might look somewhat similar to him and that they were the same age.
Finding them is easier said than done.
Lu Qingqing nodded, "Never mind, just whisper in his ear that you found a girl, who seems to be his sister. His sister was a child bride and is having a very hard time..."
Physician Pang: Either the young master is about to die, or his beloved younger sister is not doing well.
Everyone would be anxious!
Even if you've already walked the road to the underworld, you still have to run back.
"Anyway, I just kept repeating it to try and wake him up as soon as possible."
"Okay." Ji Ruyan nodded seriously.
As Lu Qingqing and Sixi carried their medicine boxes out of the county government office, they heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from another courtyard.
"I can't take it anymore! I'm so hungry!"
"I want to go home!"
"I need to find my dad!"
"I need to find my mother!"
"I'm looking for Sixi!"
"Sixi, help! You've been tricked! They're so mean—waaaaaah—my leg!"
Si Xi shrank back and said, "Amitabha."
No pain, no gain.
You're my best brother, I'm doing this for your own good.
Yes, it's for your own good.
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