Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When Su Yingxue arrived at the cell, she smelled a stench. It was emitted by the fugitiveâs body. It was probably because his wound had not been treated for many days. The smell of blood carried the smell of pus from the wound.
Su Yingxue tossed aside a few boards and proceeded to examine him.
âYou have multiple fractures all over your body. Your legs and arms are completely broken. Yet, you managed to walk to the clinic. A true hero, you are.â Su Yingxue smiled helplessly.
This was probably the most troublesome patient she had ever had since she took over the clinic.
She removed his clothes and washed him with spring water, finally seeing his skinâs true color.
His wheat-colored skin indicated a disciplined martial artist. Numerous scars adorned his body, some from old injuries.
Su Yingxue realigned his bones, securing his limbs with wooden boards before treating the wounds.
As she worked, she speculated, âThis person doesnât seem like a criminal. He appears more like someone returning from the battlefield.â
Yet, she was certain she had never seen his clean face in either of her lifetimes.
Thinking himself in Yamaâs Palace, Qin Muyan, upon opening his blurry eyes, was astonished to behold Su Yingxueâs stunning visage. âAre you Meng Po, guiding me through the afterlife?â
âMeng Po?â Su Yingxue laughed. âHave you ever seen such a young and beautiful Meng Po?â
âNo.â Qin Muyan shook his head.
Meng Po could only be seen after death. If he didnât see Meng Po now, he wasnât dead!
This extraordinary woman before him had saved him.
âMiss, may i askâ¦â
âAnswer my question first! What crime did you commit to be arrested?â Su Yingxue fixed him with a wary gaze.
Meeting her captivating eyes, Qin Muyan answered honestly, âI⦠I havenât committed a crime. 1 donât know why 1 was captured. Where is this place?â
âThe Ministry of Justiceâs prison,â Su Yingxue responded.
Observing the surroundings, Qin Muyan noticed it differed from the Great Wei Dynastyâs Ministry of Justice prison he knew. He frowned. âThis isnât the Great Wei Dynastyâs Ministry of Justice but the Great Cheng Dynasty?â
Su Yingxue was incredulous. âYou donât even know where you are?â
She felt some sympathy moments ago, presuming he left his hometown.
But what did he just say?
âGreat Wei Dynastyâs prison? Are you from the Great Wei Dynasty?â Su Yingxueâs pupils contracted.
His wounds and the severity of his injuries suggested he wasnât an ordinary person from the Great Wei Dynasty!
Her mother hailed from the Great Wei Dynasty!
âYour Great Wei Dynastyâ¦â
Su Yingxue was about to inquire when Chu Chengye interrupted, âSu Yingxue, how dare you intrude into the Ministry of Justiceâs prison!â
Bringing several people, he encircled Su Yingxue and Qin Muyan.
Su Yingxue had no choice but to stand and face Chu Chengye.
She flashed the cold jade in her hand, her cold eyes carrying a trace of arrogance. âWhy canât 1 break into the Ministry of Justiceâs prison?â
âImperial uncleâs cold jadeâ¦â Chu Chengyeâs eyes widened, turmoil in his heart. âHow is it with you? Su Yingxue, how dare you!â
âSeventh Prince, you should be more clear-headed. No one in the world dares to snatch the Ninth Princeâs things. If it appears in my hands, itâs undoubtedly a gift from the Ninth Prince..â