Chapter 12 (2/2)

Lian Feng was laying on his bed, his s.h.i.+rt still on him, his back full of crimson holes. There was almost no stopping the blood gus.h.i.+ng out of them.

Even though on the outside Lin Shan was being aggressive, when it was came time to apply the medicine itself, her hands paused.

“If Prince Consort is afraid, I can…”

“I’m not afraid! Do I look like I am scared?” Lin Shan pushed out her chest, bit down her lips and took out the scissor to cut his clothes.

Even though she was prepared in her heart, the instant she saw and smelled the fresh blood oozing out, her senses received a critical attack. The wounds from the lashes has started to swell, blood flowing from them non-stop. At that moment, Lin Shan cannot help but feel guilty. Her nose started to itch, her eyes reddens.

“Hold on for abit.” She pushed down the nauseating feeling in her stomach and began some simple treatments on the injuries. She then rubbed some medicinal herbs on the mouth of the wound.

She suddenly realised that Lian Feng had frozen stiff, not a sound came from him as his knuckles tightens.

Lin Shan was startled and paused. She asked, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Prince Consort please do not worry, I am okay.”

His voice was full of repressed pain. It was clear he was just putting up a front. Lin Shan’s hands shook. This was the first time she had done this, so of course she was nervous. While she was hesitating, she suddenly remembered an old memory.

When she was young, she once fell and got a big sc.r.a.pe on her skin. Her grandma blew air on the wound and said, “Good Shan Shan, if I blow on it, it won’t hurt! It won’t hurt a bit…”

Thinking of this, she leaned down and blew on Lian Feng’s wound gently.

Lian Feng was doing his best to hold back the pain, his mind hazy. Suddenly he felt a cooling sensation on his back while a soft murmur was transmitted to his ears: “If I blow on it, it won’t hurt! Won’t hurt, won’t hurt, won’t hurt…” The voice was like a soft pair of hands that gently carried the pain away from his mind…

“Since ancient time, after applying medicine, people are more p.r.o.ne to falling asleep, he’s probably the same!” After she finished treating Lian Feng, she could determine that he was sleeping, and not unconscious. Lin Shan breathe out in relief.

If he can sleep, that means he will most likely be alright. If he’s alright, I won’t feel guilty! The heavy burden in her heart was temporarily lifted. She checked over the wounds once more, making sure that everything was still properly healing, then put away the medicine and prepared to leave.

It was then that her eyes was drawn towards the golden sabre on Lian Feng’s table. It was lying there like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, like a braised pork dish served at a meal, as if it was whispering, “Come, come take me!”

Lin Shan slowly approached the sword. She reached out, but her hands stopped. Her eyes looking at Lian Feng with a complicated feeling. She bit her lips and retrieved her hand.

“If you are so careless next time, don’t blame me for taking advantage of you!” She then left with her lingering eyes full of regret towards the sword.

When she departed his room, the sun was setting, and all the guards have returned to their position in high alert. It’s hard to blame them, last night there was an intruder, today their royal guard leader was punished and is weakened, how can they possibly not be grim? But compared to the males inside the royal palace, all the females were acting strange.

Today as she walked through the imperial garden, all the maids she walked past was totally different from how they normally looked. They were all in full make up, their faces fresh like blooming flowers, their giggling voice echoed near and far, not any different then the ladies at Leaning Vermillion House!

What happened? Could it be that the entire royal palace was planning to destroy the Leaning Vermillion House’s businesses? This wasn’t a bad idea, the palace was filled with wasted beauties, they should make use of them by opening a new business inside… Lin Shan was too deep in her weird fantasies that she b.u.mped into two palace maids who was laughing and giggling.

When they noticed who they had ran into, they quickly bowed and apologised: “These maid was careless, I hope Prince Consort will forgive us.”

“Stand up, stand up!” Lin Shan couldn’t stand these polite gestures and quickly helped them up. However, the moment she saw their faces, she nearly pa.s.sed out.

Calm down sisters! Why do you guys need to put on such horror movie-like thick makeups? If you go outside and compete with the Leaning Vermillion House, the funeral homes’ bosses would be having a party.

Wiping off her cold sweat, Lin Shan asked, “I won’t punish you guys, but tell me, why are you all so excited?”

The two looked at each other, then bowed and answered while smiling idiotically: “Prince Consort does not know, but the Crown Prince have returned!”

That’s right, the number one handsome man of the entire capital, the one who could make young ladies faint just from catching sight of him, the very same that causes young men to castrate themselves when they saw his face, the legendary Crown Prince Du Hao, have returned.