Chapter 92: Even the Young Master Is Injured?

Qingluo and Zhongshi looked at the figure of Qiao Qingyun as she walked away, and for some reason they could both sense a faint trace of anger in her.

Alarm bells rang in their hearts at once. This was bad. Qiao Qingyun was angry now.

"What do we do? Could the young lady be upset?"

As the group cleaned up the table, they exchanged uneasy glances, as though afraid they might truly displease Qiao Qingyun.

Feng Ke glanced at Yuan Zaichun, displeased. Everything had been fine before; it was only after they had seen Yuan Zaichun that things had begun to go wrong.

"My lord, is Sister still angry?"

Bu Shenglian was like a lighter that kept striking sparks at every turn. They had only just managed to put Qiao Qingyun's matter behind them, and now he was bringing it up again?

"Do not concern yourself with him."

Yuan Zaichun was displeased as well. Today, after seeing Qiao Qingyun, it had almost felt as though he existed and did not exist at all.

As for Feng Ke and Zhongshi, he should have long ago seen that those two harbored ill intent. And now they had even begun fighting openly.

At that moment, Qingluo cried out in surprise. "Ah, I forgot to warm the milk for the young lady. She drinks it at night."

With that, she darted into the kitchen and busied herself there.

"My lord, it is getting late. Shall we return?"

Liu Fu looked at Yuan Zaichun, who had already finished his meal, and spoke.

The man glanced at the few people who paid him no mind at all, his anger rising, yet he could not let it out.

After all, it was Qiao Qingyun's birthday. If he made a scene and the woman became unhappy, what then?

"Mm."

Yuan Zaichun nodded and said nothing more. Instead, he looked at Bu Shenglian, softening his voice. "Come back to the residence."

"Yes."

The group left in a great uproar. Zhongshi came over to Feng Ke's side, the coldness in his eyes no longer concealed.

"What if the young lady gets angry?"

"What else can we do? He is the Crown Prince. Are we supposed to tear the Crown Prince's house apart with him?"

At that, the killing intent in Zhongshi's brow deepened.

It was not that they could not, but that they feared Qiao Qingyun would be upset.

That night, the woman sat lightly against the railing, a half jug of strong liquor beside her. Her face was flushed red, and in the pale moonlight she seemed somewhat dazed.

"I never thought something like this would happen. Qiao Qingyun, Qiao Qingyun, your life is truly a hard one."

Of course, he was not speaking of himself, but of the original owner of the body.

Even after all his planning, he still had nothing to show for it. If it had been the original owner, who knew nothing at all, Yuan Zaichun would have thrown her out without a second thought.

"Young lady?"

Hongying came in and saw Qiao Qingyun sitting there so leisurely in her chair. For a moment, she could not quite gather her wits.

Qiao Qingyun was indeed very beautiful, beautiful beyond description.

"Mm? What is it?"

Qiao Qingyun was slightly surprised and turned to look at Hongying. Her profile struck again, catching Hongying completely off guard.

"Young lady, my brother was afraid you might be angry, so he asked me to bring you something to eat."

Actually, after Hongying had gone to the Lu Kingdom, she could have stayed away for good. But Zhongshi was still here, and besides, she had always followed by Qiao Qingyun's side. The woman had shown them a kindness as heavy as a mountain.

Otherwise, they would not have even known when they would have been killed.

"Set it down and go out. I'm not angry, just a little bored."

Hearing Qiao Qingyun say that, Hongying finally let out a breath of relief.

The next morning, while Qiao Qingyun was busy with matters at the shop, Chun Cheng and Xu Lu came running over in great haste and stopped before her, panting hard.

"What is it?"

The woman frowned in confusion. Those two were usually steady. Why were they so anxious today?

"Teacher, several badly injured people came to the clinic today. It looks like they were poisoned by snakes. We do not know how to treat it!"

"Snake venom?"

That stumped Qiao Qingyun as well. She no longer cared about business and hurried after them.

All the way to the Taihe Medical Clinic, where there were usually few patients, but when there were any, they were never simple cases.

"What... happened?"

The woman, still gasping for breath, made her way into the clinic. The moment she stepped inside, Yuan Zaichun's gaze startled her.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was injured as well.

Why had he not gone to seek an imperial physician?

"Teacher, the one lying on the ground is..."

"Liu Fu!"

Qiao Qingyun cried out in shock and immediately dropped to her knees, landing right beside Liu Fu's head. She reached out to check his breathing.

"Thank goodness. He's still alive."

With that, Qiao Qingyun nearly collapsed onto the floor. "Quick, carry them upstairs! Now! All of you, bring me my silver needles."

"Yes."

"The Crown Prince is injured too? Why did you not send for the imperial physician?"

Qiao Qingyun looked extremely weak; the handsome face of Yuan Zaichun had already lost all color.

"I..."

"Enough, stop dawdling. Take him upstairs."

"Yes."

Before long, Liu Fu, Yuan Zaichun, and the others were all upstairs. Qiao Qingyun moved with brisk precision, glanced at the two bluish-purple snake bite marks on Yuan Zaichun's foot, and said, "Looks like the snake has already been killed by you. It must have been deliberately left there for you. Bear with the pain. If I use anesthetic, it will only be worse for you."

With that, Qiao Qingyun's hand moved with clean, decisive precision, pressing a blade into Yuan Zaichun's ankle.

No matter how resistant a man was to pain, he could not help but groan. Yuan Zaichun was no exception.

In an instant, beads of sweat poured down his forehead in a dense sheet. At that moment, Bu Shenglian ran over.

Seeing the scene, he lunged forward and shoved Qiao Qingyun viciously.

"Ah!"

"Teacher!"

Xu Lu hurriedly caught Qiao Qingyun and looked at Bu Shenglian with utter disgust. "What are you doing?"

"Miss Qiao, I know you are still resentful because my lord drove you out of the Crown Prince's residence for my sake, but you should not have laid a hand on him!"

"Me? Lay a hand on him?"

Qiao Qingyun nearly laughed in fury. Looking at Yuan Zaichun and Bu Shenglian acting like a pair of shameless lovers, she gave a cold laugh.

"Then let him fend for himself."

With that, Qiao Qingyun went straight to Liu Fu's side. He was already the most severely poisoned, and seeing him now, the condition was even worse.

His lips were blue and purple, and there was not a trace of color left in his face.

"Bear with it."

Liu Fu forced his eyes open with difficulty. Seeing that it was Qiao Qingyun, he nodded in response.

"Yes."

Qiao Qingyun swiftly pressed the blade down. Liu Fu trembled all over in pain, and Qiao Qingyun hurriedly took up the silver needles beside her, beginning to draw the poison toward the ankle.

"Do not move, do not move. Don't be afraid of the pain!"

Though Qiao Qingyun knew just how fierce that pain was, she still made Liu Fu grit his teeth and hold on.

"Don't be afraid. There's a handkerchief here. Do not bite your teeth."

As she spoke, Xu Lu hurried to fetch the handkerchief and stuffed it into Liu Fu's mouth.

The veins on his body stood out sharply, every muscle in him rigid with strain, his pain visible at a glance.

"Madam, Madam..."