Chapter 192: Silent Vigil

Although there was no direct evidence revealing the perpetrator, the Imperial Consort Zhou’s expression alone suggested she was involved.

In this state, Rong Qinglei’s condition was more of a liability than an asset.

Yue Mingxuan resolved to heal him quickly so that he could have the strength to protect himself.

The prince was now like an arrow on the string, he had no choice but to act, for retreat would only mean death.

Once he regained some health, the surgery could proceed.

Yue Mingxuan thought that performing the operation sooner would also allow Gongsun Xing to provide more careful supervision.

At that moment, an eunuch entered the room while carrying an embroidered box. “Prince Yue, this is something sent to you by Young Master Wang.”

Yue Mingxuan accepted the box.

Its weight immediately told him that it contained the surgical instruments he had commissioned.

He gave the eunuch a small tip and sent him away, then opened the box.

Inside were the familiar instruments, their feel smooth and precise, the edges gleaming exactly as he remembered.

A long dormant memory surged forth and everything from his past that was long sealed in his heart came flooding back.

Yue Mingxuan could not hold back his tears while cradling the embroidered box.

Fortunately, Chengqian Hall was nearly empty and no one witnessed his disheveled state.

Only the unconscious Rong Qinglei seemed to sense the warmth of the falling tears on his face, frowning instinctively in response.

Yue Mingxuan gently wiped the tears from Rong Qinglei’s face and said softly, “Rong Qinglei, you must wake up soon. Once your body is fully recovered, I will perform the surgery for you.”

As he spoke, an eunuch brought the prescription written by Gongsun Xing.

Yue Mingxuan carefully examined it, then instructed the eunuch, “Take this prescription to Pan Lutong and have him gather the ingredients and bring them here. Remember, the herbs must not be mixed together. Also, send the stove and clay pot for decocting the medicine to this hall.”

In the palace, danger lurked at every corner.

Until someone trustworthy arrived at Chengqian Hall, Yue Mingxuan’s responsibility was to protect Rong Qinglei.

He could not leave for a single step.

Not long after, Pan Lutong hurriedly arrived carrying the herbs.

Soon after, the prepared decocting stove and clay pot were also brought in.

Yue Mingxuan did not relax his vigilance just because it was Pan Lutong bringing the herbs.

He carefully compared the herbs he brought with Gongsun Xing’s prescription, checking each one meticulously before placing them into the clay pot for boiling.

Soon, the bitter, fragrant aroma of the herbs filled Chengqian Hall.

After delivering the herbs, Pan Lutong did not leave immediately.

Instead, he helped Yue Mingxuan fan the fire for the decoction and casually struck up a conversation with her.

“Prince Yue, what do you think of our Young Master?”

“Young Master?” Yue Mingxuan paused for a moment, then realized that the Young Master Pan Lutong referred to must be Gongsun Xing. “His medical skills are exquisite and outstanding, with natural talent. He is truly a rare genius, a master of the herbal arts.”

Hearing Yue Mingxuan praise Gongsun Xing as though he were unmatched anywhere on earth, Pan Lutong’s wrinkles relaxed into a smile.

The Young Master had grown up under the eyes of nearly all the elders in the sect, so in their hearts, he was no different from their own grandchildren.

“The Young Master is excellent in every way, but he doesn’t have anyone by his side who knows him well or cares for him. If this continues, we old folks will have no way to answer the Old Sect Master in the future.”

Yue Mingxuan smiled and said, “Gongsun Xing is talented, well-born, and a master of medicine. The people who wishes to marry him would have to circle the entire capital city just to reach him. Pan Lutong, you worry too much.”

And in his eyes Gongsun Xing’s heart belonged entirely to Wang Jian.

After a moment, Pan Lutong twirled his beard and smiled. “I wonder, among all the people who wish to marry our Young Master, might there be one like Your Highness?”

He had never seen the Young Master take the initiative to act for anyone.

This time, he had made an exception for him, even using the Silver Needle Sec’s secret poison testing solution unknown to the outside world.

Clearly, this Get held an extraordinary place in the Young Master’s heart.

Yue Mingxuan almost bit his tongue at Pan Lutong’s words.

After going in so many circles, the old man was actually trying to arrange a marriage for him with hi Young Master?

Seriously, did he not know how clingy and complicated your Young Master was with that guy Wang Jian?

He didn’t want to be chased down by the Sword Forge Villa for this.

He forced a laugh and said, “Pan Lutong, don’t joke around. How could something like that even be possible?”

Seeing Yue Mingxuan embarrassed, Pan Lutong thought there might actually be hope. “What is there to be embarrassed about? Prince Yue, your status is noble, and our Silver Needle Sect is one of the top sects in the Jianghu. Our Young Master is a miracle doctor, and your medical skills are also extraordinary. This is a perfect match of equals, a union made in heaven.”

If he agreed, he would probably be dead before the wedding…

Yue Mingxuan sighed inwardly and carefully choosing his words: “Pan Lutong, I appreciate your good intentions, but my heart has long been set on someone. I will never marry anyone else in this lifetime. My admiration and respect for Miracle Doctor Gongsun Xing are genuine, from the bottom of my heart, but this talk of marriage… let’s not mention it again.”

Hearing this, Pan Lutong did not press further.

Matters of love and fate could not be rushed by outsiders.

Seeing how attentive Yue Mingxuan was to Rong Qinglei, he began to consider something: the person Yue Mingxuan cared for so deeply was probably the prince lying on the bed.

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