BLPSG Chapter 23: Using one’s body to cure the poison is very harmful to one’s foundation

The night wind blew, and the sky was illuminated by fire, blocking all escape routes.

Two people are trapped in this surrounded by flames.

The sound of weapons clashing drifted away in the distance with the wind.

At this moment, all that remains in Xie Bufeng’s ears is the crackling sound of the raging fire and the light sound of his own shallow breathing.

The fire consumes the stars and streams, painting everything around in shades of orange, but in the young man’s eyes, there is only that touch of moon-white silhouette.

At a critical moment like this, there is no time for hesitation or indecision.

Wen Qingci pulled out a silver needle that he had hidden long ago from his sleeve, gritted his teeth and pressed it against his pale wrist.

The chill from the silver needle reminded him all the time how dangerous this action was.

However, Wen Qingci’s movements did not pause; he suddenly exerted force, pressing the needle against the position on his elbow where blood is usually drawn at the hospital.

For him, this is just a slightly unusual blood donation.

The silver needle cuts through the delicate skin in an instant.

The next moment, fresh blood surges, and a bitter fragrance fills the air.

The crimson blood stains wrap around Wen Qingci’s wrist, dyeing the clear blue jade bracelet red.

Xie Bufeng’s lips suddenly felt an unfamiliar warmth and tenderness.

Before the young man could react, the faint scent of blood and the strong bitterness had already invaded his nostrils and penetrated his heart.

He suddenly turned his head, avoiding the bitterness.

The blood flowed down Xie Bufeng’s cheek.

The poison was paralyzing Xie Bufeng’s nerves bit by bit.

The rhythm of the young man’s heartbeat became chaotic, and even breathing became difficult.

But even at this moment, Xie Bufeng struggled to use all his strength to tightly grasp Wen Qingci’s wrist, trying to push him away.

However, with his muscles already paralyzed, he could not muster any strength, and the two are locked in a stalemate.

“Cough… why did you… cough, why…?” Why did you help me?

The young man, struggling even to breathe, stubbornly asked the person opposite.

Xie Bufeng’s amber eyes stared at Wen Qingci, trying to see through his heart with all his might.

If this is also part of a transaction, then what should he use to repay it?

As a Physician, Wen Qingci’s emotions may be more chaotic than Xie Bufeng’s.

In the medical book left by the original owner, there is indeed a saying that a medicinal person’s blood can cure all poisons, but this completely overturned his usual scientific knowledge.

Without any experiment, Wen Qingci cannot be sure whether his blood can really cure Xie Bufeng’s poison as the legend says.

Wen Qingci paused, then simply embellished the truth and spoke it directly.

He smiled faintly at the young man and said softly, “Since becoming a medicinal person, I have never tested whether my blood is as miraculous as described in the book. Today, I naturally want to try the efficacy of my blood and how long it takes to take effect.”

Although chaos reigns around them, every word of Wen Qingci falls clearly into Xie Bufeng’s ears.

The young man is stunned for a moment.

…This is indeed an answer that only Wen Qingci could give.

The toxins blurred Xie Bufeng’s mind, making his consciousness hazy.

In the confusion, Xie Bufeng suddenly understood Wen Qingci.

In his heart, medicine always comes first.

Wen Qingci can sacrifice everything and risk everything for the sake of “medicine” – even including the lives of everyone, including himself.

In Wen Qingci’s world… The act of experimenting with his own blood was never wrong from the beginning.

The young man’s breath stopped involuntarily.

The warmth from his wrist once again touched Xie Bufeng’s lips.

The fresh blood rushed eagerly into the young man’s mouth, and the cold jade bracelet on his wrist lightly touched his cheek.

There is hardly any repulsive bloody taste in Wen Qingci’s blood; instead, it is filled with a strong bitterness.

The young man, who was in a trance, did not let go.

He used all his strength to tightly hold Wen Qingci’s wrist.

The faint sweetness, the strong bitterness, and the cold and delicate touch on his lips.

All of this is deeply imprinted in Xie Bufeng’s mind.

He realizes very clearly that Wen Qingci’s blood and life are slowly slipping away from his fingertips…

Because of excessive blood loss, Wen Qingci’s face became extremely pale, and the wrist hanging in the air also trembled weakly.

The medicinal jade beads wrapped around his slender wrist collide, emitting a faint crackling sound.

It disturbs people’s minds.

In a daze, Xie Bufeng sees the blood draining away, taking away the color from the person’s lips.

The pale skin and ink-like eyebrows… he looks like a figure emerging from a painting, beautiful yet fragile.

Only the vermilion mole between his eyebrows still has some color.

Just like the only blood moon hanging in the sky at night.

…Wen Qingci is a half-medicinal person.

To cure Xie Bufeng’s poison, he must shed more blood than other medicinal people.

Wen Qingci can feel his body temperature and strength dissipating along with the blood.

Cold sweat has already formed on his back, and his breath has become rapid.

The chest and lungs felt numb and itchy, as if being gnawed by ants.

Wen Qingci coughed uncontrollably.

At this moment, he is completely relying on sheer willpower to hold on.

With one hand lightly suspended and the other clenched into a fist, even his neatly trimmed nails deeply pierce into his flesh due to the force.

Even so, he stubbornly refused to move his wrist.

Wen Qingci’s mind was blank, and at this moment, all that remains in his world is the pain in his wrist and the sense of helplessness as his blood slowly flows out of his body.

It’s unknown how long it has been, but suddenly, Xie Bufeng’s grip on Wen Qingci’s hand trembled.

—Immediately after, he exerts force and pulls Wen Qingci’s pale wrist away from him.

Wen Qingci’s mind feels heavy, and he finally completely loses strength, falling to the ground.

Xie Bufeng’s eyes widened instantly.

The flames are pushed away by the wind.

But as time went on, sparks of fire still spread.

However, Wen Qingci seemed oblivious to it all, allowing himself to fall into the flames as if falling into a deep slumber.

Just as he was about to fall into the flames, Xie Bufeng suddenly reached out and gently cradled Wen Qingci in his arms.

At the moment when consciousness is about to fade away, all Wen Qingci sees is the amber-colored eyes filled with panic…

It was not until the moon-white figure fell into his arms, Xie Bufeng finally realizes, belatedly, that Wen Qingci is even thinner than he imagined.

He is like a snowflake, lightly falling into his embrace…

As if he would melt away and disappear the next second.

“Wen Qingci?”

“…Wen Qingci?!”

Xie Bufeng called his name while quickly searching his memory for the medical books he had read.

A few seconds later, he pressed his fingers heavily on the upper end of Wen Qingci’s injured arm, trying to stop the bleeding in this way.

At the same time, he used all his strength to protect Wen Qingci in his arms, half-kneeling on the isolated stream that was about to be swallowed by flames.

Everything in Taishu Palace was separated by the raging fire.

It was as if there were only two people left in this small world.

…

Until a noisy sound was heard, and the eunuchs brought water bags to put out the fire in the imperial garden.

Xie Bufeng finally raised his eyes and looked towards the other end of the stream.

Xian Gonggong brought his men here to clean up the mess.

As soon as he arrived at the Imperial Garden, he saw Xie Bufeng from afar.

“Wait…” Xian Gonggong suddenly waved his hand, signaling the eunuchs to stay where they were.

Xie Bufeng was besieged by assassins, and the commotion was quite large.

Just now, countless people at the banquet saw him being stabbed by a sword, and reported the news to the emperor.

Logically speaking, Xie Bufeng should have died of the poison a long time ago…

But the scene before him was completely different from what Xian Gonggong had imagined.

A young man in black clothes was half-kneeling on the ground… holding someone tightly in his arms.

Although he was covered in wounds and blood, looking at his condition, he didn’t look like he was about to die from the poison.

On the contrary, the person lying quietly in Xie Bufeng’s arms looked lifeless at first glance, and even the rise and fall of his chest was so small that it could be ignored.

Xian Gonggong’s gaze involuntarily fell on Wen Qingci’s wrist.

There was a scarlet scar running across it, with the skin and flesh around it turned inside out, making it look particularly hideous.

Xian Gonggong’s heart was shocked at first, and then began to beat wildly.

As he had been with the emperor for many years, he had naturally heard of the existence of the so-called “medicinal person”.

…It is said that their blood can cure all the poisons in the world.

Xian Gonggong once thought that it was just another rumor about the Valley of Divine Physicians.

But the scene before him forced Xian Gonggong to believe that Xie Bufeng’s poison was cured by Wen Qingci using his own blood!

There were many injured people at the banquet, and it was obviously too late to take them to the Imperial Medical Bureau at the other side of the palace for treatment, so most people were treated on the spot.

Xian Gonggong paused for a moment, already having a plan in mind.

He suddenly smiled and walked towards Xie Bufeng, bowed to the young man solemnly and said, “Physician Wen has made great contributions in protecting Consort Lan. Your Majesty has specially allowed him to rest and receive treatment in Jiaquan Palace. Physician Yu Guanlin is already waiting there.”

Jiaquan Palace was where important officials above the third rank stayed overnight in Taishu Palace.

No imperial physician had ever lived there before.

Finally, Xian Gonggong glanced at Wen Qingci’s wrist half-threateningly, and gently “reminded” Xie Bufeng: “Physician Wen has lost too much blood and has fallen into a coma. In our opinion, it is better to treat him as soon as possible.”

The old steward’s sharp voice finally brought Xie Bufeng back to his senses.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and looked up at the horizon as if waking up from a dream.

…The stars are high in the sky, and before he knew it it was already midnight.

The young man lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then he finally stood up slowly holding Wen Qingci.

“good.”

Xian Gonggong has already noticed something strange about Wen Qingci.

Instead of wasting time here, what they should do now is to take Wen Qingci to get medical treatment immediately.

The eunuchs on both sides looked at each other and hurried forward to take Wen Qingci away from his arms.

But Xie Bufeng never showed any intention of letting go of the person in his arms.

“Step back.” Xian Gonggong gave a faint look to the people around him.

The young eunuch who was serving the emperor understood what was going on immediately. He trotted around the place and ran to Jiaquan Palace before Xie Bufeng.

The night was as dark as ink. Xie Bufeng held Wen Qingci tightly in his arms and walked towards Jiaquan Palace through the bloody, charred and chaotic imperial garden.

Xie Bufeng’s body was covered with scars.

As the muscles tensed and exerted force, the hideous wound opened again and blood oozed out.

The scarlet footprints left their mark all the way out of the Imperial Garden.

Walked out of that hell on earth——

Jiaquan Palace, with its flying pavilions and flowing red.

The palace ladies were coming in and out, and it looked quite lively from a distance.

The wounded outside the Imperial Garden had not yet been treated, but most of the people in the Imperial Medical Bureau had gathered here.

The hemostatic drugs had no effect on Wen Qingci at all.

His bloodless arms were filled with silver needles to seal the blood vessels.

The silver needle was half a foot long and flashed with cold light, as if it was going to pierce Wen Qingci’s arm.

Yu Guanlin, the imperial physician in charge of the emergency room, was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and the usual smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

His fingers were on Wen Qingci’s pulse.

Yu Guanlin could clearly feel that Wen Qingci’s pulse was beating faster than he had imagined.

The hand he used to take the patient’s pulse was shaking with nervousness.

…The heart is aware of the danger to its master and is trying its best to pump blood to the whole body. This is the body’s last signal for help.

Yu Guanlin remained silent.

The tension built up in his silence.

Xie Bufeng stood beside the couch, staring at the person in front of him.

The bitter fragrance in his mouth had not yet dissipated, and the familiar smell enveloped him completely.

But the boy’s heart was filled with anxiety.

…He had never been as scared and terrified as he was now.

This strange emotion swallowed up Xie Bufeng like a wave.

It even made him forget to breathe.

The imperial physicians came in and out, offering all kinds of elixirs hidden in the palace’s inner storehouse, as well as all kinds of hemostatic drugs. Yu Guanlin even tried them all.

Even the incense burners were lit, seven in total.

But it was still of no use to the person lying on the couch.

Even… it had a vague counter-effect.

Wen Qingci suddenly started coughing, and blood trickled down from the corner of his lips and slid all the way to his neck.

The old physician’s face turned pale with fright.

“Alright!” Yu Guanlin gritted his teeth and turned back to order, “Clear all these incense burners, and don’t send any more medicine—”

After practicing medicine for so many years, he clearly realized for the first time what it meant to be “ineffective”.

Wen Qingci’s bleeding would not stop, as if it would eventually dry up.

The entire hall was filled with bitter fragrance.

Wen Qingci had just attacked himself ruthlessly, and the wound on his arm was so deep that the bone was visible.

Seeing that all the medicines had no effect on him, Guanlin could only use the most primitive method.

He once again used a special bandage to tightly bind Wen Qingci’s arm to stop the blood circulation.

Normally, the old physician would not use this method.

Wen Qingci’s physical condition was originally very poor, and long-term binding and pressure might cripple his arms.

…But today, he can only take this gamble.

In the huge hall, no one dared to speak.

After a while, Yu Guanlin, who was half-kneeling in front of the couch, finally held the edge of the bed and slowly stood up.

He looked like he had aged more than ten years.

Yu Guanlin moved step by step to the side of Xian Gonggong who was not far away.

“Okay… Physician Wen’s bleeding has stopped. Let him have a good rest tonight and he should be able to wake up tomorrow.” Yu Guanlin let out a long sigh and said to Xian Gonggong in a slightly hoarse voice.

At last, he suddenly lowered his voice and sighed heavily: “But Physician Wen’s physique was originally very poor. What happened today has completely damaged his foundation. I’m afraid…” I’m afraid it’s hard to predict what will happen next.

Wen Qingci is really too young. When he said this, Yu Guanlin’s eyes also revealed a bit of hesitation and reluctance.

At last, he shook his head gently: “No more talking, no more talking. Let’s make plans after Physician Wen wakes up.” Yu Guanlin’s tone was particularly heavy.

The old steward breathed a sigh of relief, finally reverting to his usual demeanor, smiling broadly as he bowed to Yu Guanlin, “You’ve been a great help tonight, Physician Yu.”

“No, no, this is all my job.” Yu Guanlin also smiled.

He had been recalled to the Jiaquan Palace unexpectedly, appearing sober and alert, not a hint of intoxication.

Obviously… this guy pretended to be drunk just because he saw that the atmosphere was not right.

Yu Guanlin originally planned to pretend to be drunk and leave the Imperial Garden early on the pretext of vomiting, but he didn’t expect that after Wen Qingci found out that he was drunk, he actually asked someone to send him back to the mansion.

…This young physician was far more perceptive than he had imagined.

Thinking of this, Yu Guanlin felt even more reluctant.

Although he did not point it out directly, the fact that he only used external force to stop the bleeding and did not prescribe blood-replenishing prescriptions clearly showed that Yu Guanlin had now confirmed Wen Qingci’s identity as a “medicinal person.”

After all, the medicines in this world have basically no effect on medicinal people.

While Xian Gonggong and Yu Guanlin were still talking, Xie Bufeng was stood alone in the corner of Jiaquan Palace, staring at the person on the bed.

Despite the wounds on the young man’s body being untreated, he seemed unconcerned.

Xie Bufeng clenched his fists tightly.

Yu Guanlin’s words echoed in his mind over and over again like a spell.

…Wen Qingci seriously damaged his foundation in order to save him.

The unfinished words “I’m afraid” by the old physician became a sword hanging over Xie Bufeng’s head.

Wen Qingci, who is also an imperial physician, wouldn’t he be unaware of the consequences before helping me?

Did he know… that he might die?

Wen Qingci not only knew it, but also understood it better than anyone else.

Xie Bufeng’s heart was as uneasy as if it was caught by a strong wind.

Even his breathing became rapid.

The brocade on the bed made Wen Qingci’s face look even paler.

He lay there quietly, his chest barely rising and falling.

Such a scene made Xie Bufeng feel inexplicably flustered.

He wanted to step forward countless times, gently hold Wen Qingci’s wrist and feel his pulse, but gave up countless times…

The frighteningly strong smell of blood on Xie Bufeng finally attracted Yu Guanlin’s attention.

He called for a physician and whispered a few instructions before approaching Xie Bufeng.

Yu Guanlin glanced at Wen Qingci, then turned to Xie Bufeng and said with a smile: “Your Highness, it will take some time for Physician Wen to wake up. Why don’t you take this opportunity to clean and bandage the wound, wash off the blood on your body, and then come back here to guard.”

…The smell of blood.

Yu Guanlin’s words reminded Xie Bufeng. The young man paused, and finally loosened his hands little by little and walked towards the side hall.

On this night, the Taishu Palace witnessed countless major events.

Nobles were assassinated and arrested, ministers were assassinated, and the imperial garden caught fire…

Each of these things was far more important than the imperial physician falling into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Normally, the emperor should have rested well tonight, or perhaps interrogated the traitors overnight.

But just after the hour of the ChouTranslator's Note:1 to 3 a.m, the bright yellow figure unexpectedly appeared in the Jiaquan Palace.

Xie Zhaolin actually chose to see a little imperial physician tonight.

Perhaps because he had just resolved a major worry, Xie Zhaolin looked particularly energetic tonight.

He looked nothing like his usual self, troubled by headaches.

“…Your Majesty, Physician Wen is resting in the back hall,” Yu Guanlin stepped forward and said softly, “He has lost too much blood and will probably not wake up until tomorrow.”

The emperor has always been good at concealing his emotions, and he always speaks in a roundabout way and never speaks directly.

But today, he changed his usual habits.

Xie Zhaolin nodded, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Yu Guanlin, and asked him directly: “Are you sure that Physician Wen is a medicinal Person?”

The old physicians hesitated for a moment. He did not answer the question directly, but replied rather tactfully: “…The poison of his highness was cured by Physician Wen using his own blood.”

The emperor smiled slowly.

After confirming Wen Qingci’s identity, he didn’t rush to leave the Jiaquan Palace.

Xie Zhaolin sat directly on a chair at the side, took the teacup from the palace maid, took two sips and said: “My dear, you have been practicing medicine for many years, have you ever heard of the ‘medicinal man’? Do you think… is their blood really as magical as the rumors say?”

The more mysterious the “medicinal people” were, the more exaggerated the rumors surrounding them in the jianghu.

For example, a medicinal person’s blood is used to refine pills, and after consuming them, one could prolong life and maintain eternal youth.

The emperor didn’t really believe it before, but after learning today that Wen Qingci really cured Xie Bufeng of the poison, he naturally became interested…

Xie Zhaolin was drinking tea and talking at the same time, looking nonchalant, as if he was just chatting casually with the imperial physician.

But both Yu Guanlin and Xian Gonggong, who were familiar with the emperor’s temperament, knew that the emperor’s question must have been thoroughly investigated in private.

“There are such rumors in the Jianghu,” Yu Guanlin paused, answering cautiously, “but I cannot guarantee whether those rumors are true or not… I’m afraid only Physician Wen knows this.”

Yu Guanlin rarely speaks like this.

But the emperor was not annoyed at all after hearing this.

Tonight may be the happiest night in Xie Zhaolin’s life except for the day he succeeded to the throne.

He not only eliminated his biggest worry.

He even got a “miracle drug”.

In his eyes, all these were gifts bestowed upon him by the Heavens after the Fengshan ceremony.

Power, health.

Long life!

The greatest ambitions of those in power were satisfied overnight.

“Oh? In that case, I will wait until he wakes up and then we can talk in detail.” The emperor smiled and put down the teacup in his hand.

After treating his wounds in the side hall, Xie Bufeng came back here without resting for a second.

As soon as he arrived outside the palace, he heard a strange voice.

The boy couldn’t help but stop.

The visitor’s voice was full of joy.

“…I was wondering why Your Majesty valued Wen Qingci so much. It turns out that he is a medicinal person.”

“This trip today was really not in vain. It’s like searching for something in vain, but ends up finding it unexpectedly.”

A murderous intent flashed in Xie Bufeng’s eyes.

An old, hunched figure emerged from the gap in the diamond-shaped door.

A person wearing a dark palace outfit with white hair was sitting next to the emperor at this moment, having tea and chatting together.

“The night is late, Grand Tutor, you should rest soon,” the emperor’s words carried a rare respect, “The palace is restless tonight, I will send someone to escort you back to your residence tomorrow.”

“No rush, no rush,” the old man waved his hand anxiously, saying with a worried look, “Your Majesty has important matters to attend to, and the affairs of this old minister can wait.”

…It turned out to be the Grand Tutor.

Xie Bufeng had heard of him during his time at the Imperial Medical Bureau.

The old Grand Tutor Chu Yanghong was over ninety years old this year, having served under two dynasties and three emperors, suffering from many ailments.

He was also invited to attend the Fengshan Ceremony and tonight’s banquet, but due to his advanced age, he did not go to the Imperial Garden but stayed at Jiaquan Palace to rest.

Chu Yanghong came here deliberately to gather information after hearing the rumor.

The Physicians in the hall were busy, and Chu Yanghong casually asked a few questions, and they unconsciously revealed what they knew.

Therefore, the Grand Tutor knew Wen Qingci’s identity at the first opportunity.

The emperor valued this Grand Tutor greatly.

The imperial physician would go to Chu Yanghong’s house every three to five days to take his pulse and treat his illness.

Although they said that he was fine, in fact, the group of imperial physicians said behind his back that Chu Yanghong only had a few months to live.

Chu Yanghong himself knows this better than anyone else.

Chu Yanghong took a sip of tea with a smile, his eyes full of kindness and gentleness.

But Xie Bufeng heard: “I wonder if the emperor is willing to share some with me… Time waits for no one, we must find someone to take his blood as soon as possible.”

The young man smiled disdainfully.

Chu Yanghong was like this, and Xie Zhaolin, who appeared calm but was full of respect for the Grand Tutor, was no less so.

He saw through the old Grand Tutor’s thoughts.

“Over ninety, he’s had enough of a life. Why be greedy?” the emperor sneered in his heart.

Obviously, Xie Zhaolin did not intend to share his “magic medicine” with the “respected tutor” Chu Yanghong.

Hearing this, Xie Bufeng’s murderous intent became almost palpable.

After a pause, he suddenly lowered his eyes and laughed softly.

The emperor and Chu Yanghong were both afraid of death.

The higher the position, the more power one held, the more unwilling they were to let go of everything they had.

Xie Bufeng glanced at the palm of his hand… He already had a plan in his heart.

“…I have been feeling uneasy lately. The imperial physician came to my house and prescribed a few medicines, but they didn’t work very well.” Chu Yanghong couldn’t help but hint.

But the emperor seemed not to have heard the hidden meaning in his words: “Grand Tutor, you are getting old. You should rest well.”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the sky outside the window and said, “It’s getting late today, Grand Tutor, you should go and have a good rest first.”

Chu Yanghong still wanted to stay in Jiaquan Palace, but the emperor, who saw through his intentions, obviously didn’t want to see him here again.

The two chatted for a few more sentences, and when they left, the emperor pretended to give a few casual instructions to Xian Gonggong, and then sent him to escort the old tutor out of the palace at dawn on the grounds that Taishu Palace was still unsafe.

After speaking, Xie Zhaolin, who had not slept all night, finally walked out of Jiaquan Palace under the escort, heading towards his sleeping quarters.

Only the old Grand Tutor remained in the distance, gnashing his teeth in resentment.

As the Grand Tutor, Chu Yanghong enjoyed the privilege of riding a carriage in the Taishu Palace.

Early the next morning, as the sky was just getting light, a carriage with gold-inlaid characters slowly passed through the palace road and headed towards the outside of the Taishu Palace.

There was one thing the emperor really did not lie about.

It has only been a few hours since the rebellion, but Taishu Palace has not yet calmed down.

Most of those who were assassinated last night were palace guards.

Until now, the palace was still investigating all the personnel related to it.

There were not many people available in the Taishu Palace today. According to common sense, the emperor would not let the elderly Grand Tutor leave the palace at this time.

But as a ruler, he was even less willing to see someone coveting his “magic medicine”.

So this morning, the emperor casually sent someone to quickly send Chu Yanghong away.

Obviously, he didn’t want to keep him here for a moment longer.

After the chaos last night, the emperor dispatched the troops stationed in Yongcheng and surrounded the Taishu Palace one after another.

But today, the palace road, which was usually heavily guarded, was empty on both sides, without a single person.

After all, it was still inside the palace, and the speed of the carriage was unusually slow.

Although the old man felt sleepy due to his age, Chu Yanghong, who was excited almost all night, was still tired at this point.

Chu Yanghong sat in the carriage, his head against the carriage wall, dozing off.

The eunuch who drove the carriage, who had also been busy all night without sleep, was also drowsy.

Leaving Jiaquan Palace and heading towards Taishu Palace, they had to pass through four palace gates.

The palace road on both sides was lined with vermilion palace walls over ten meters high.

They stood silently, blocking all the faint sunlight outside the red wall.

There were no lights on the palace road today, so it looked unusually dim.

The wooden wheels of the carriage rolled over a piece of broken brick, and the carriage shook violently.

Chu Yanghong’s head hit the carriage wall.

“Ouch…” Chu Yanghong opened his eyes, frowning, about to reprimand the eunuch driving the carriage, but unexpectedly, the carriage stopped slowly at this moment.

“What’s going on?” Chu Yanghong asked with a frown. “Why did the carriage stop?”

The panicked voice of a young eunuch came from outside the carriage: “The wheel seems to… seem to be stuck on something?”

“Hurry up and fix it,” Chu Yanghong urged. “I have things to do after leaving the palace.” After speaking, he closed his eyes again to rest.

The young eunuch checked the wheel after jumping off the carriage and quickly replied, “Yes, yes!”

In fact, he couldn’t help but complain in his heart—Chu Yanghong had been retired for many years, what could he possibly have to do?

There were two palace gates not far apart, dividing the palace road into sections.

In this section of the palace road, there was only one carriage.

It was quiet all around, with only occasional bird calls.

Chu Yanghong fell asleep again.

The old tutor is very old, and after sitting here for a long time, he couldn’t help feeling the numbness in his back and waist.

After an unknown amount of time, he subconsciously muttered, “…It’s not fixed yet?”

“When are we leaving? If I had known we would be delayed for so long on the road, I might as well have rested in Jiaquan Palace for a while…” Seeing that no one answered his question, Chu Yanghong finally forced himself to open his eyes.

This time, he still didn’t hear the little eunuch’s reply.

Chu Yanghong finally realized that something was wrong. He clenched his palms suddenly and opened his eyes wide.

——A dark shadow appeared in the carriage at some point.

Like a ghost.

“Ah!” Chu Yanghong was startled and stepped back suddenly.

In order to catch up on some sleep, Chu Yanghong deliberately pulled the curtains in the carriage.

At this moment, the carriage was completely dark.

And in this suffocating darkness, only those light amber eyes, shining coldly like a wolf in the night, stared at him coldly.

The moment the two looked at each other, the boy opposite slowly laughed.

Along with this, there was also an irresistible smell of blood.

Cold sweat broke out on Chu Yanghong’s back in an instant.

He subconsciously continued to back away until his back hit the carriage heavily.

A sharp pain finally brought him back to his senses.

“You…you…why are you here?” Chu Yanghong asked in horror.

The old tutor finally saw clearly – the person in the carriage was actually the eldest prince of the dynasty, Xie Bufeng!

“Damn it, how could this monster be here? !” Thinking of how Wen Qingci saved the boy in front of him last night, Chu Yanghong subconsciously thought, “Could he be trying to get Wen Qingci’s blood like me?”

The young man looked at him nonchalantly, and almost simultaneously chuckled as he read out the old master’s thoughts: “Could he be planning to take Wen Qing’s blood like me?”

Chu Yanghong’s body shook and he looked at Xie Bufeng as if he had seen a ghost.

“W-what?”

“Where is that stupid eunuch? Could he have been killed by Xie Bufeng?”

Chu Yanghong couldn’t help but feel despair.

“Yes,” Xie Bufeng smiled lightly, looked into Chu Yanghong’s eyes and said nonchalantly, “I did kill that stupid eunuch.”

Chu Yanghong’s heart skipped a beat. He was completely sure that Xie Bufeng could indeed hear what he said in his heart.

The word “monster” is really not wrong…

The Grand Tutor’s hands clung tightly to the wall of the carriage. With a trembling voice, he forced himself to speak rationally to Xie Bufeng: “If I take his blood, I will definitely not keep it for myself. I will definitely…I will give some to Your Highness.”

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Xie Bufeng actually laughed out loud with exceptional happiness.

Chu Yanghong had never seen the boy with such an expression.

He did not feel relieved by Xie Bufeng’s smile. Instead, he felt a strong sense of despair and fear.

“Grand Tutor is already ninety-five this year,” Xie Bufeng’s gaze slowly fell on him, and then he said softly, “It’s time for him to live to the fullest.”

“You, what did you say?!” Chu Yanghong immediately grabbed the car wall even harder.

His heart was filled with panic, but he still gritted his teeth and threatened: “I am the emperor’s master of the current dynasty, and my students are all over the world. How can I allow… ah——”

Before Chu Yanghong could finish his words, a long sword carried by the guards of Taishu Palace was already pressed against his neck.

A cold light flashed, and the next second, a deep blood mark appeared on Chu Yanghong’s neck.

The old tutor couldn’t help but widen his eyes – Xie Bufeng actually knew martial arts!

But wasn’t he sent to Suzhou to guard the mausoleum when he was three years old? ! How on earth did he manage to master this martial art without telling anyone? !

Xie Bufeng smiled slowly, then raised his knife and slashed.

Chu Yanghong’s eyes were red with anger.

And so he took his last breath with reluctance.

At the last moment before his consciousness faded, Chu Yanghong only heard the young man say indifferently: “On the way out of the palace, Grand Tutor Chu Yanghong unfortunately encountered an assassin hiding here, who tried to hide in the carriage and sneak out of Taishu Palace… After a resistance, they died together.”

Chu Yanghong never figured out until his death when he had provoked Xie Bufeng.

He had clearly proposed to share the blood he gets with him…

When the head of the Grand Tutor fell to the ground, Xie Bufeng didn’t even look at it and threw the sword aside.

He turned around and jumped off the carriage, stuffing the little eunuch and the two corpses in guards’ uniforms into the carriage.

Then he threw a fire starter over and left without looking back.

The next moment, flames filled the sky behind him.

The accidental death of Chu Yanghong, who also had his eyes on the “magic medicine”, was a good thing for the emperor.

He would not delve into the matter too deeply, and might even be glad that an “assassin” had appeared, so that he wouldn’t have to waste time being the evil person who betrayed his master and ancestors.

Thinking of this, Xie Bufeng, who was walking slowly back to Jiaquan Palace, couldn’t help but laugh.

——Dealing with evil people is indeed a simple matter——

After Wen Qingci’s bleeding stopped, the imperial physician finally withdrew from the back hall.

Jiaquan Palace fell silent again.

However, Wen Qingci, who was in a coma, was not as calm as he was at Jiaquan Palace at this moment.

He saw—

The river flows through the foot of the mountain.

A child carrying a bamboo basket on his back was led by his father and walked slowly into the mountains along the path.

“Qingci, look, this thing growing on the roots of the pine tree is called ‘Fushen’, it has the effect of nourishing the heart and calming the mind.” The tall man squatted down and pointed to the thing on the ground to show him.

Hearing his father’s words, the little boy nodded quickly, took out a small notebook, and recorded the location and appearance of it.

In addition to the text, he even drew pictures carefully.

He is young and not very skilled in using the brush.

Therefore, he didn’t know when some ink stains appeared on his hands and face.

Seeing this, the man next to him did not teach him to identify the herbs, but laughed at the little guy: “You, you…why is your face all painted?”

“Eh?” The child stood up straight and couldn’t help but touch his face. Unexpectedly, the next moment, there was a little more ink on his face.

Looks a little clumsy, but also a little cute.

Seeing this, Wen Qingci, who was sleeping, couldn’t help but want to laugh along with the man.

But the next moment, an inexplicable sourness surged in his heart.

…

Today the sky is overcast and foggy.

A huge fire broke out on the palace road, and thick smoke went straight into the sky and merged into the black clouds.

An eunuch shouted “Water!” and ran towards the official road with a water bag.

Xie Bufeng walked slowly back to the back hall of Jiaquan Palace, without even a trace of panic or anxiety on his face.

After all, he was a prince. The eunuchs guarding around him found him a little strange, but they did not stop him.

Different from the cramped bedroom in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

The back hall of Jiaquan Palace is not only large, but also has carved beams and painted rafters, and is filled with rare treasures, demonstrating the royal style everywhere.

But in Xie Bufeng’s opinion, all of this was vulgar and did not match the elegant style of writing.

The person lying on the bed has shown no signs of waking up until now.

Wen Qingci’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked like he was not sleeping well, and he was muttering something softly.

Xie Bufeng couldn’t help but walk over and kneel on one knee beside the couch.

The next second he saw——

A tear fell from the corner of Wen Qingci’s eye without warning, flowing down his cheek to his collarbone.

The young man’s heart sank.

He subconsciously raised his hand and wiped away the tear for Wen Qingci.

Wen Qingci’s skin is like white porcelain.

Delicate, pale and… cold.

After wiping away the tear, the young man subconsciously rubbed Wen Qingci’s cheek gently with his fingertips.

After realizing what he was doing, the young man was frightened by himself. He stood up suddenly, took two steps back as if he had done something bad, and even hid his hands behind his back.

Xie Bufeng’s heart was beating wildly, and an indescribable feeling almost broke him down.

The young man’s breathing became tense and rapid.

Before he realized what had just happened, the residual warmth on his skin had not even dissipated.

The person lying on the bed opened his eyes without any warning.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and in a trance, Xie Bufeng’s figure was reflected in his eyes as dark as a deep pool.

…Wen Qing said goodbye to him. Did he feel it just now?

 

Abyss: These chapters are getting longer and longer I swear. Anyways, you can expect more updates this weekend T_T my heart can’t take all these pain.