nashuaworldcup Chapter 275 Shen Xingyao 2
Chapter 275 Shen Xingyao 2
Dongfang Wan'er was completely immersed in an ancient book. Her clear, autumn-water-like eyes were fixed on the ancient characters and mysterious diagrams on the yellowed pages, as if drawn by an invisible force, unable to extricate herself. Her beautiful face was unusually solemn and focused at this moment, and even her breathing unconsciously slowed down, as if afraid of disturbing this moment of tranquility and the flow of knowledge.
She would occasionally furrow her brow slightly, like a budding flower trembling gently in the breeze, as if deep in thought about the obscure medical principles in ancient texts. Her slender fingers would lightly caress the edges of the pages, as if trying to touch the secrets hidden between the lines.
Every now and then, she would nod slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips, like the ripples on a lake when the first rays of sunlight pierce through the clouds in the morning. It must be because she had found the answer in the book or grasped some essence, and her joy was beyond words.
At this moment, the whole world seemed to consist only of her and the ancient book before her. All the noise and chaos around her gradually faded away, leaving only her thirst for medical knowledge to explore and roam in this ancient ocean of wisdom...
She nodded, as if suddenly grasping the essence of the medicine; at other times, she pursed her lips, her eyes revealing a firm resolve, as if silently vowing to thoroughly study this medical theory and rid the world of disease. So much so that she didn't even notice the prince entering the room, still engrossed in her research. Seeing this, the prince spoke softly, "Wan'er, your actions today were too forceful." His voice, though gentle, was clearly audible in the quiet room, like a spring breeze gently brushing past everyone's ears. Dongfang Wan'er slowly raised her head, put down the ancient book in her hand, her gaze firm and clear, like twinkling stars in the night sky. Without hesitation, she said, "As the Princess Consort, it is my duty to manage the affairs of the Prince's residence; it is my natural obligation. Those women are all wicked and malicious, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to devour anyone they deem worthy. They cannot be allowed to live. I cannot stand by and watch them run rampant in the Prince's residence, disrupting its peace and destroying this sanctuary." The Prince sighed deeply upon hearing this. He knew Dongfang Wan'er's stubborn nature, like a pine tree; once she made up her mind, it was difficult to change it. Moreover, today's events were indeed caused by those women's impure intentions; they attempted to gain personal advantage in the Prince's residence and disrupt order. Such behavior was truly intolerable.
The Third Prince, Ye Jinghao, keenly sensed the undercurrent of danger surging beneath the surface of the court. He knew that simply waiting for fate to decide his fate would only lead to a disastrous outcome. As soon as the court session ended, he rushed anxiously toward the Prince's residence, his footsteps seemingly carried by the wind, his robes fluttering behind him.
Meanwhile, inside the Prince's mansion, Xinran, her face ashen, stood guard by Ye Jiuchen's bedside. Her eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, like two small, inextinguishable flames burning within them. Yet, faced with his unconscious state, she felt like a caged beast, filled with urgency but utterly helpless. Her slender fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and her delicate face was filled with helplessness.
Ye Jinghao rode without stopping, heading straight for Ye Jiuchen's residence after entering the palace. When he saw Ye Jiuchen lying unconscious on the bed, his face slightly pale, his handsome brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown. A hint of shock, anger, and doubt flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "How could my Ninth Imperial Uncle be like this? Someone must be plotting something sinister in the shadows." Xinran, hearing Ye Jinghao's voice, hurriedly turned around and told him the whole story, cleverly omitting the part about herself that she was conveying, her voice still trembling with barely concealed fear.
After listening, Ye Jinghao tilted his head slightly, lost in deep thought. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "The current situation in the court is like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment, extremely tense. If Ninth Prince remains unconscious, a great calamity is imminent, and the situation will surely spiral out of control. I once heard by chance about a renowned physician in the common people, whose medical skills are unparalleled, especially adept at treating various difficult and complicated diseases. Perhaps we can place our hopes on him and give it a try." After speaking, he immediately ordered his men to quickly go and find the physician, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority and decisiveness.
Time passed slowly amidst everyone's anxious wait. Several days later, the highly anticipated physician was finally invited to the Prince's residence. The physician strode into the inner room with steady steps, his face serene, his eyes revealing a profound wisdom honed by experience. Approaching Ye Jiuchen's bedside, he first carefully took his pulse, then examined Ye Jiuchen's eyes, tongue, and other signs. After his examination, his previously relaxed brows gradually furrowed, as if he had encountered an extremely difficult problem. He remained silent for a moment, then took a slender, gleaming silver needle from his antique medicine box and skillfully and precisely inserted it into Ye Jiuchen's acupoints. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on Ye Jiuchen on the bed. In that instant, Ye Jiuchen's previously lifeless fingers trembled slightly, like tender bamboo shoots breaking through the ice in spring. Then, he slowly opened his deep and bright eyes, which initially held a trace of confusion and bewilderment, but quickly regained their usual sharpness and clarity.
After Ye Jiuchen awoke, Ye Jinghao hurriedly recounted in detail the series of recent events that had occurred in the court. Ye Jiuchen listened quietly, a cold smile suddenly appearing on his lips, a smile full of mockery and murderous intent. He said coldly, "That despicable Ye Erxiao actually tried to kill me while I was bedridden. Hmph, I'll remember this debt and make him pay double." With that, he forced himself to stand up despite his slight weakness and began to concentrate on planning how to regain his lost power in the turbulent court in order to deal with the imminent crisis.
Although Ye Jiuchen's body was no longer seriously injured, it had suffered a severe blow and still needed a period of careful recuperation. While resting and recovering in the palace, he summoned his loyal confidants to discuss countermeasures. The group sat around a room, the atmosphere heavy and serious, all racking their brains for a way to break the deadlock.