Chapter 207: with translation of chapter title

The study in the eastern garden instantly fell into dead silence; Xiao Yin and Princess Yalan's trump cards have all been played, now it's up to the opponent what to do.

Gu Jiu Ling watching on the side couldn't help but draw a sharp breath; this guy Xiao Yin has forced the young lady into a corner with no retreat.

On one side is family hatred; on the other is the tremendous temptation of revenge.

No one can escape the net Xiao Yin has woven; even Gu Jiu Ling never imagined that Xiao Yin's revenge against Xiao Wei would begin with a woman.

Princess Yalan drew a deep breath, looked at Gu Jiu Ling: "Please, Princess Consort, help me treat the poisonous sore on my face!"

Xiao Yin secretly breathed a sigh of relief; Gu Jiu Ling then set a treatment time with Princess Yalan—her toxic sore required a minor surgery, so it was arranged for the next day at the medical clinic.

At that moment Xiao Yin ordered someone to send Princess Yalan back to the guest quarters to rest.

Only Gu Jiu Ling remained in the eastern garden; Xiao Yin turned his face, looked at her, and smiled: "Something on your mind?"

Gu Jiu Ling steadied herself and said: "My lord, you said everyone has a weakness—what is yours?"

Xiao Yin froze, then slowly rose and walked to Gu Jiu Ling's front, bending over, his long arms propping on either side of her body.

Gu Jiu Ling felt that even just standing there, this guy exuded a powerful pressure.

Xiao Yin's limpid peach-blossom eyes held a hint of teasing as he leaned close to Gu Jiu Ling's ear; his exhaled breath brushed her ear, giving her a slightly tingling, numb sensation.

"Princess Consort, you guess?"

Gu Jiu Ling's cheeks were already flushed red; she quickly turned her gaze away: "If you don't want to say, forget it—stop being mysterious!"

She then pushed the man before her aside and walked out of the eastern garden.

Xiao Yin watched Gu Jiu Ling's fleeing back, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile.

He didn't know what to do; the favors he owed her kept piling up, and even he felt a bit embarrassed.

He, Xiao Yin, would surely treat her well from now on!

The next morning, the carriage of Prince Rui's mansion stopped at the side gate of the mansion; Princess Yalan, veiled, followed behind Gu Jiu Ling and got into the carriage.

The carriage stopped in the clinic's courtyard; Princess Yalan had lived since childhood in a remote desert region, never even having come to Southern Qi, and even after her clan was exterminated she remained in hiding, refusing to leave her homeland.

Now, looking at the bustling streets of Shang Jing in Southern Qi, she felt a myriad of emotions; Southern Qi's national strength was surely many times greater than that of Fu Yu Guo.

But even so, does a strong nation have the right to oppress a weak one?

Is there truly no justice in this world?

Never mind! She would use her own means to win this scrap of justice for Fu Yu Guo!

After the carriage came to a halt, Zuo Feichen stepped out with two medicine boys to greet them.

Yesterday he had received the news sent by someone on Gu Jiu Ling's orders; today the clinic was closed to the public, devoted solely to seeing this one patient.

He didn't know who could be so important as to make the money‑loving Gu Jiu Ling close the clinic for a day, and that sparked his curiosity.

The carriage curtain was lifted; Jiu Yue helped Gu Jiu Ling down from the carriage, and behind her followed a woman in black, who also stepped down slowly.

Zuo Feichen stared, startled; he had thought it must be some noble, but it was merely a woman in black with a veil.

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Where did the Princess Consort pick up this treasure again?"

He slightly lowered his eyes in a salute to Gu Jiu Ling, who whispered to him: "The main gate is locked; no one may enter. If anyone discovers any clue, we'll all lose our heads."

Zuo Feichen unconsciously glanced at the black‑clad woman; such a background could get them all killed.

He agreed, ordering the medicine boys to seal every entrance and exit once more, then followed Gu Jiu Ling straight to the prepared operating room in the clinic.

Gu Jiu Ling needed to retrieve something from her space; cosmetic medical devices weren't usually used, but this time she would need them, so she had to search her space carefully.

She had Princess Yalan change into a sterile gown and sit in the operating room waiting for her.

She herself locked the door and stayed alone in another room, searching her space for the items.

Zuo Feichen was used to it; every time they changed to a different surgery, Gu Jiu Ling would lock herself inside, tinkering with who knows what, and she wouldn't let anyone in or out—not even him.

Zuo Feichen couldn't be bothered with these matters; all he cared about was Xiao Yin gaining power so he could help his father clear his name, and he would have no part in any secrets of the Princess Consort of Prince Rui's mansion.

"Help her clean and disinfect the wound! I'll take over myself in a moment—you just hand me things from the side."

Gu Jiu Ling closed the inner door; Princess Yalan looked at the strange instruments all around and could not help but feel panicked.

When a person faces something unfamiliar, fear inevitably arises in their heart.

She looked at the man in a white plain robe, whose face was covered by a peculiar white mask, revealing only a pair of clear, handsome eyes.

Zuo Feichen glanced at Princess Yalan on the operating table, tapped the headboard, and said: "Lie down!"

"'What are you going to do?' Princess Yalan's expression instantly darkened, her face turning as ugly as possible."

Zuo Feichen blinked; as a doctor, what could he do but examine her?

"'Lie down!' He always spoke tersely."

"'Why? On what grounds do you tell me… let me lie down, I must lie down? Where's the Princess Consort?'"

Zuo Feichen lifted his eyes and locked onto the woman before him, a deep flicker passing through his gaze, as if he were reassessing her identity.

Princess Yalan felt her scalp tingle under his stare; this was certainly no ordinary doctor, more like a supremely skilled hunter who could always spot a prey's fatal weakness.

"'Please, Your Highness, lie down first; I will clean and disinfect your wound, and then the Princess Consort will be able to treat you directly.'"

"'How could you know?' Princess Yalan exclaimed in shock, raising her hand to strike at Zuo Feichen's throat—yet he sidestepped swiftly, blocked her, and in the same motion sealed her acupoints, sending her crashing onto the operating table."

Princess Yalan's heart raced with shock; this person's martial arts far surpassed hers, and yet he was a doctor?

At this moment he had sealed all her major acupoints, and in the process also sealed her mute point.

She lay rigid on the operating table; Zuo Feichen lifted his hand and removed the veil from her face, instantly a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and his handsome brows furrowed.

Princess Yalan felt utter misery; she could clearly see shock and a hint of sympathy in the man's eyes before her.

She despised pity more than anything in her life.

Zuo Feichen let out a soft, quiet chuckle; hearing it made Princess Yalan feel even worse—this wasn't sympathy, it was probably mockery.

She slowly closed her eyes, figuring if she couldn't see, she wouldn't be bothered.

She didn't want a sudden sharp pain to shoot through her face, so she hastily opened her eyes again; the man began to lance her facial abscess with a silver needle, pausing after each prick to wipe it with some unknown liquid.

Instantly a sheen of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she refused to show weakness before him, gritting her teeth and enduring in silence.

Zuo Feichen smiled faintly and said: "If you want to shout, just shout! Pain is the common feeling of people!"

Princess Yalan silently cursed 'mother'; you also have to unlock my mute point for me, or I can't shout!