Chapter 129: Master Ye, the Amazing Physician (2/2)

“Young master! Young master, the crown prince has arrived. He wants to meet you, he is waiting in the front hall.” Outside the door echoed the somewhat hasty voice of Ye Qi. Ye Wuchen’s paintbrush halted, perfectly completing the painting that he had worked on the whole morning.

“Tell the crown prince that I will come out soon.” He set down the paintbrush, then used his bare hands to brush around the paper, easily drying up the ink.

“Yes!” Ye Qi responded and left.

Ye Wuchen carefully rolled up the painting and tied it with a red string, then smiled and said, “Xue-er, brother has something to do. I’ll go out, you may go sister’s place to play. In passing, please hand her this painting.”

“En, okay.” Ning Xue laid down the paper in her hands. Sitting on the corner of the bed, with a smiling face she swung her spotlessly white bare feet around. Ye Wuchen knew what she was thinking about and he smiled slightly. Heading towards her to gently help her with her shoes and socks, he placed the painting in her hands. “I should be back soon. If I come home late, you may go and have your meal with sister.”

“En, I will go now.”

After Ning Xue left, Ye Wuchen similarly helped Tong Xin with her shoes and socks, while he said, “Tong Xin, today I’ll bring you to the palace, but you must hide somewhere and not let people see you.”

When Ye Wuchen arrived at the front hall, Long Zhengyang was pacing around anxiously. Seeing him enter, there was no time to greet him, before Long Zhengyang dragged him out of the room. “Brother Ye, my mother is dangerously ill. At any time, she might lose her life. You must quickly come with me to the palace, I have already prepared the horses.”

“But…”

“Brother Ye please don’t refuse, you are the disciple of the God of Sword, your medical expertise should be greater than ordinary people. Physician Li from the palace has also recommended your medical skills. My mother’s life depends on you now. If you succeed, then you are my greatest benefactor, if you failed, nobody will blame you.” While speaking, Long Zhengyang was dragging him out of the door where two horses were waiting outside.

“All right. I’ve heard about the news of the Empress’ serious illness. I have learned some medical skills, and since Brother Long, you have considered me, I will certainly try my best.”

Ye Wuchen jumped to the back of a horse and together with Long Zhengyang, they rode away.

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“Sister, brother wants to give you this painting.” Ning Xue stood on tiptoe and held up Ye Wuchen’s painting in front of her eyes. Ye Shuiyao’s height was on par with Ye Wuchen, but somehow taller than him, so when Ning Xue stood straight she could only reach her waist.

When Ye Shuiyao took the painting, her eyes flickered with some complicated look for a moment, then carefully unfolded the painting.

There were two people on the painting, two individuals she was most familiar with—herself and her younger brother. On the painting, her limp body was leaning on Ye Wuchen’s shoulder, and her face contained a very different but still beautiful smile. Ye Wuchen’s hands were holding her waist, tickling her while his face had a mischievous and complacent smile.

The painting was so familiar, so natural, like some kind of scene that realistically reappeared before her eyes, and was impossible to get rid of. Ye Shuiyao’s heartstrings had been strongly pulled, and in her mind, projecting the version of them that day… His voice, his every move, his every expression...

“Why do you always do this, over and over again? Don’t you know that this is very dangerous…” It was as if she suddenly lost her soul, absent-mindedly mumbling. Unconsciously, she brought the painting closer to her chest, closed her eyes, and consoled her heart that suddenly became very confused and was in pain.

“Sister, what did brother paint? I would like to take a look.” Ning Xue exerted all her efforts to stand on tiptoe, wanting to see the painting in Ye Shuiyao’s hand. Unfortunately her body was too small so she was unable to see it.

Ye Shuiyao rolled up the painting in her hands and asked quietly, “What is he doing?”

“He? Brother? Brother went out, he should be in the palace now… Looks like something urgent.” Ning Xue answered honestly.

“……”

She did not ask any more and just stoodi there holding the painting. Her mind confused, she did not know what she should do, what she must think. It just seemed like she had lost her soul.

Translated by:

Fatty_Uncle

Edited by:

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