Lin Shuang and Wuhen turned past the inner room screen. Ji Fengyao subtly blocked Shang Xiye's face with her body and coldly ordered, "Put the things on the table and wait outside."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Lin Shuang and Wu Hen put down what they were holding as instructed, and both turned and went outside the screen.
Lin Shuang had no idea that Ji Fengyao was skilled in medicine, but after seeing this scene tonight, she finally understood why the prince came to Hui Nuan Pavilion to rest every night.
It turns out that the folk healer that the prince had found, which was being widely rumored in the manor and among the people, was actually the princess!
Moreover, the princess tonight is like a completely different person, so dignified and aloof. Even the empress in the palace cannot display such a refined and elegant demeanor as the princess!
Lin Shuang tried her best to suppress her inner excitement.
She knew that the fact that the princess was willing to let her know this secret meant that the princess already considered her a confidante.
As a maid, to be valued so much by her master is both fate and luck, and she must seize this opportunity!
"Found you!"
Ji Fengyao murmured with delight, her bright eyes suddenly fixing on the corner of Shang Xiye's right eye.
A black mist was swirling past there, and beneath the mist, there was a tiny, shallow protrusion. If Shang Xiye's skin hadn't been so delicate, it would have been difficult to spot it in the pitch-black mist.
Ji Fengyao raised the hand holding the silver needle, her eyes following the trajectory of the small dot closely, her expression focused yet domineering and confident.
Hearing her soft murmur, Shang Xiye slightly opened his eyes and was amazed to see Ji Fengyao like this.
He couldn't help but feel relieved: thank goodness, thank goodness he always chose to be patient and forgiving.
Fortunately, he attracted so much jealousy and hatred that fate, as if playing a joke, sent her into his life.
Everyone knew she was a joke to him, but they didn't know that this very joke would warm his heart for the rest of his life.
"snort!"
Ji Fengyao let out a cold snort, her killing intent palpable, and swiftly struck, piercing Shang Xiye's left cheek with a needle.
The silver needle did not penetrate very deep, only about two millimeters.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Fengyao quickly took out more than ten silver needles from her needle case, surrounded the middle silver needle, and then got up to fetch alcohol, warm water, and a clean cloth from the table.
Seeing that Shang Xikuang had opened his eyes and was looking at her, Ji Fengyao said very seriously and calmly, "Next, I will cut out the offspring Gu. I can't use anesthesia, nor can I make you faint. I have to cut off a small piece of your flesh, and I also have to let the poison gas remain on your face for a while to give the mother Gu the illusion that the offspring Gu is still there, so as not to stimulate the offspring Gu to go crazy and fight back when I make my move."
"Okay," Shang Xiye said with a slight smile, unusually docile.
Ji Fengyao's eyes lit up at his faint smile. Her slender fingers picked up a small, thin silver knife from her needle case, and her voice trembled slightly: "I have no spiritual power right now, so I'll rely entirely on the sharpness of this knife. It will hurt a little."
No spiritual power now?
Shang Xiye's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, implying that she had it in the past, or might have it in the future.
He sensed that the young female bandit was in a different state when she was being treated, so he didn't disturb her and said in a very soft voice, "It's alright, I can bear it."
Ji Fengyao nodded, separated her left palm and thumb, and gently pressed them against Shang Xiye's left cheek, turning his face to face the candlelight.
She held the silver knife in her right hand, hovering it above the circle of silver needles for a moment before striking with swift, ruthless, and precise speed!
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