Chapter 159 The Ghost Doctor’s Identity (1/2)
He had just wanted to follow behind when he saw Leng Shuang suddenly blocking his way forward in front of him.
”Your Highness Third Prince, the Feng Residence still has a lot of matters to handle today and it might not be convenient for us to entertain you today. Maybe you should leave as well.”
After giving Murong Yi Xuan another glance, Leng Shuang stepped away to follow behind Feng Jiu inside the manor, not giving any more attention to the Third Prince standing there flabbergasted.
Instead, the eight Feng Guards looked on with interest. For according to their knowledge, this Murong Yi Xuan was their Young Miss' fiance and from what they were seeing before their eyes, they were all guessing that might no longer be the case for much longer.
”The few of you over there come here and dispose of this corpse!” One of the Feng Guards ordered several of the regular guards at the side to clean up the place before striding with wide steps inside.
”Yi Xuan.” Murong Bo who was already on his Imperial Chariot called out.
”Father.” Murong Yi Xuan came before his father, lowering his eyes as he addressed the ruler.
”Return to the palace with me. I have things to talk to you about.” Murong Bo said as he looked at his most outstanding son, knowing for sure his son's cultivation will definitely reach higher levels than he himself could and hence, he had always held the greatest expectations for Murong Yi Xuan from a very young age.
”Yes Father.” Murong Yi Xuan acknowledged and immediately flipped himself up upon his horse. He cast his glance towards the Feng Residence one more time before he left following behind the Imperial Chariot.
— In the Feng Residence —
The Old Patriarch with Feng Jiu and Guan Xi Lin were in Feng Xiao's room and at that moment, after the middle aged healer took Feng Xiao's pulse, he shook his head and said with a sigh: ”Old Master, Young Miss, the Lord's has suffered too hard a hit and my skills are inadequate. I'm afraid I'm unable to do anything.”
Upon hearing that, the Old Patriarch's brows furrowed up tightly together, his face darkened and the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.
”Go outside first.” Feng Jiu indicated, asking the healer to go out of the room.
”Yes, Young Miss.” The middle aged healer sighed inwardly, bowing to take his leave before he walked out.
”Grandfather, you do not need to worry. Father will be fine.” Feng Jiu said comfortingly as she moved to come stand beside the Old Patriarch. She then went to sit by the bed and placed her hand upon Feng Xiao's wrist to take his pulse.