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At night, Yu Xiaoyao unconsciously flipped through the book "How Divine Doctors Are Cultivated," trying to find symptoms similar to those of Leng Xilin.
As she flipped through the pages, she suddenly realized that she was being foolish; wasn't this exactly what she wanted? If he were to survive, then she would have something to worry about. But now, with him on the brink of death, what was there for her to fret over?
Ah, yes, her inherently kind nature stirred a moment of compassion.
So she made an effort to recall Leng Xilin's past misdeeds, extinguishing the flicker of kindness that had ignited within her.
Initially, she had left with nothing but the clothes on her back, forced into a life where she had to sell her talents in a brothel without selling herself.
She had thought that with the title of "Former Princess Consort of Rong," she would be a sought-after catch. Who knew that Leng Xilin would intervene? No establishment dared to take her in.
Reaching a point where even the brothels rejected her, her life truly felt desolate.
Just as Yu Xiaoyao was lost in memories of her tragic past, nearly shedding tears, a shadow flitted past outside the window.
It really did float by, like a ghost... But she wasn’t afraid; after all, she had almost become a ghost herself. She had long since transformed from a frail girl into a strong-willed woman.
With determination, she chased after it.
If it was an evil spirit, she'd slice it down. If it was a benevolent one, she'd pour some wine and see if it had any stories to tell.
To take revenge on an enemy? That would only reveal her own cowardice.
"Your Highness... Your Highness... please don’t leave Zitan behind... Wuwuwu... You must investigate properly; even in this state, there are still people who won’t let him go... Wuwuwu..."
Su Zitan cried out with such heart-wrenching sorrow. Early that morning, they discovered that Rong Prince Leng Xilin had been slashed on the arm, blood gushing and staining the bedding horrifically. His face looked as if he wouldn’t last much longer.
As Yu Xiaoyao bandaged him up, she kept her head down in guilt.
She too wanted to cry out loud, expressing the compassion of a healer’s heart. But after all, she and he were not related; shedding just a couple of symbolic tears would suffice. Besides, having her—the one who had injured him—weep uncontrollably would be too hypocritical. She could be insincere but not excessively so…
Although Yu Xiaoyao despised Leng Xilin's various vices, she had not yet mustered the courage to take revenge on her enemy. Stabbing Leng Xilin was purely an act of self-defense—yes, self-defense!
Last night, she had pursued that "A Piao" with a broad heart and a knife in hand.
In the moonlight, the figure grew increasingly familiar, and suddenly it dawned on her—wasn't this Leng Xilin? During her time as a princess living with him, he had turned his back on her coldly more than once, allowing her to recognize him even in the darkest of nights.
Leng Xilin, who should have been lying unconscious in bed, was now lively and even practicing lightness skill as he strolled around the courtyard. Yu Xiaoyao realized this was a conspiracy.
After all, Leng Xilin was full of schemes and pretended to be profound and aloof. If Yu Xiaoyao were to be described as white paper, then Leng Xilin wasn't even black paper; he was scrap paper—used and discarded.
It was precisely because the emperor feared Leng Xilin that he arranged for Yu Xiaoyao, a common girl without any family background, to marry him.
Rong Prince and Su Zitan, the daughter of the Minister of War Deputy, were a match made in heaven—a perfect couple in the capital. Yet the emperor intervened, making Yu Xiaoyao the unwitting instrument of their separation.
She sighed; indeed, mistresses rarely ended well.
At that moment, Leng Xilin, who was being followed by her, heard a sound and suddenly turned around, surprise flashing in his eyes: "Xiao Yao..."
Could he not be surprised? In the dead of night, aside from him, there was someone else awake—this woman was his former wife.
Yu Xiaoyao imagined Leng Xilin's current thoughts: This woman has discovered my secret. Given how harsh I was to her before, she will surely seize this opportunity for revenge and expose my secret.
Well then, if one must act, why not eliminate her? Undetected and without a trace—hahaha...
So when Leng Xilin raised an arm, she struck down with her knife. Perhaps fearing discovery, despite the pain making his brows nearly fly off his face, he managed to remain silent.
Yu Xiaoyao felt both admiration and unease as she fled. She never expected that not only did Leng Xilin not chase after her but he also returned with his injured arm and pretended to lie in bed as if he had been attacked by an assassin.
What kind of play was this? Using his internal energy to weaken his pulse, he managed to deceive everyone from the emperor down to his fiancée!
With a hidden agenda, Yu Xiaoyao comforted Su Zitan, "Although the prince has lost a lot of blood, with this divine physician here, he will definitely not die."
It is important to note that torturing someone who is unconscious feels different from torturing someone who is conscious but pretending to be unaware. Of course, the latter is much more enjoyable.
She pinched his nose, flicked his forehead, squeezed his cheeks, and tugged at his ears.
Su Zitan watched in astonishment, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she authoritatively declared, "The reason I am called a divine physician is that my methods of treatment are unlike those of any quack doctor."
Using the excuse of "everything for the prince," Su Zitan had nothing to say.
"Ah—"
Suddenly, Yu Xiaoyao felt a tight grip beneath her hand as Leng Xilin pulled her sharply towards him, using that injured arm.
She almost pressed her face against his. He did not open his eyes but murmured softly, "If you keep this up, don’t blame me for being rude."
Because Yu Xiaoyao blocked Su Zitan's line of sight, the future princess was still unaware of what had happened and nervously asked, "Divine physician, is there something wrong with the prince?"
She turned back with a dark expression. "Nothing. I just thought of a prescription to treat the prince and got a bit too carried away."
At this point, with things having escalated, what did she have to fear?
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