The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

In the end, Chu Yihan captured Chu Chengye alive, and the 100,000 Imperial Guards were forced to surrender. Chu Yihan deployed 150,000 troops to guard Jiang Du City, and the Black Cloud Cavalry set off with him.

Chu Yihan escorted Su Yingxue to the Marquis’s Manor and then bid her farewell.

A hint of unease crossed Su Yingxue’s mind. “Where are you going, Your Highness?”

Chu Yihan’s expression was stern. His wounds had yet to be tended to. “I still have important matters to attend to. Once everything is settled, I will come to the Marquis’s Manor to propose.”

“Your Highness…”

Su Yingxue couldn’t detain him. As she watched him ride off with the Black Cloud Cavalry, a heavy sense of unease settled in her heart.

What was he planning to do?

“It’s not safe outside.”

Zi Wei’s hoarse voice echoed in her ears. Su Yingxue turned to see him, noticing his numerous injuries. She hurriedly led him to the medicine hut.

Originally reserved for her research, the medicine hut had become bustling lately.

Before their return, Saint Ruan had treated Qin Muyan’s wounds. However, Qin Muyan was stubborn and insisted on seeing Su Yingxue immediately. Saint Ruan, not one to be lenient, laced his medicine with a hefty dose of sleeping powder, causing Qin Muyan to fall into a deep slumber.

Unaware of this, Su Yingxue tended to Zi Wei’s wounds.

Saint Ruan approached Su Yingxue, observing her unharmed state and her ability to administer medicine. He smirked, “You’re quite fortunate. Even the King of Hell wouldn’t dare to claim you!”

Su Yingxue chuckled in agreement. “Yes!”

When she first died, even the King of Hell hadn’t claimed her. Reflecting on it now, it seemed the King of Hell still didn’t dare.

Saint Ruan was right!

Although conversing with Saint Ruan, Su Yingxue’s attention remained on Zi Wei. Thankfully, his wounds weren’t severe. After applying the medicine, she advised him, “Rest well during this period. In a few days, I’ll prepare another dose to cleanse the poison in your body, sparing you further agony.”

Su Yingxue’s eyes gleamed with determination, stirring something within Zi Wei.

He nodded. “Alright.”

“Huh? Covered in wounds yet still alive, you are quite the stroke of luck!” Saint Ruan mused, stroking his chin. Having lived many times longer than Su Yingxue and treated far more patients, he found Zi Wei’s survival remarkable.

It was also thanks to Su Yingxue that Zi Wei had originally been a half-dead person, but she had slowly treated him until now, and he had surprisingly remained alive and well.

Saint Ruan remarked, “You seem to enjoy snatching souls from the King of Hell.”

Crossing out names from the list of souls destined for the afterlife seemed to be her specialty.

Su Yingxue found Saint Ruan’s evaluation refreshing. “Doctors, in their efforts to save lives, often find themselves grappling with death. A successful doctor triumphs over death.”

She felt a sense of pride in her ability to save lives.

“Miss, the Master requests your presence!” Zhilan announced from the entrance of the medicine hut.

Su Yingxue entrusted the medicine hut to Saint Ruan and proceeded alone to meet Su Qingzhi in the main hall.

Su Qingzhi’s brow furrowed deeply, his expression grave. “Yingxue, what’s the situation outside today?”

Knowing she couldn’t conceal the truth from Su Qingzhi, Su Yingxue recounted, “The Emperor attempted to assassinate the Ninth Prince, but he managed to save himself by mobilizing his troops in time. Currently, the Seventh Prince has been captured.”

“The Ninth Prince… I fear he can no longer contain himself,” Su Qingzhi sighed heavily.

Aware that turmoil in the royal court was inevitable, Su Qingzhi had not anticipated that Su Yingxue would become the catalyst.

Would she be able to shoulder the weight of the world’s responsibility in the future?