Chapter 577: Bound by righteousness

Gu Jiu Ling's medical laboratory contained the most advanced medicines in the world.

Moreover, Gu Jiu Ling's medical skill was indeed solid, and Jinzhi did not have a major postoperative reaction after the surgery.

On the seventh day, it was the day to remove the stitches from Jinzhi's face.

Gu Jiu Ling personally led Zuo Feichen and the others from the medical hall directly to the Zhao family's general's manor.

The general's manor today also refused all outside guests; although no one said anything, the atmosphere throughout the manor was somewhat tense.

As Gu Jiu Ling's carriage had just stopped at the manor's gate, Zhao Lang personally came out, ordered the Zhao family's servants to bring a footstool, and helped Gu Jiu Ling out of the carriage.

Right after, Xiao Yin also stepped down from the carriage.

Seeing Xiao Yin also come in person, Zhao Lang couldn't help but feel a slight jolt in his heart; this was quite grand.

Probably Zhao Lang was overthinking; Xiao Yin knew Zhao Lang's temperament wasn't great.

As for his princess consort's medical skill, he knew it better than anyone.

But when one walks by the river, how can one avoid getting one's shoes wet?

If the surgery fails, and Zhao Lang turns hostile, Xiao Yin will certainly intervene.

Zuo Feichen stepped down from the second carriage carrying a medicine box, followed by several medicine slaves, and the group entered the Zhao residence.

Zhao Lao Ye and Zhao Fu Ren also hurried forward to greet them, paying respects to Xiao Yin and Gu Jiu Ling.

Xiao Yin waved his hand, indicating they needn't stand on ceremony, then followed behind Gu Jiu Ling toward the inner hall.

At this moment, Jinzhi sat upright in a chair, her hands tightly clutching a handkerchief.

Although she sat bolt upright, it was clear that Jinzhi was panicking deeply inside.

No one could possibly stay calm; initially, Jinzhi was a perfectly normal girl who had been cruelly harmed by Su Wanrou to that extent.

At this moment, the prospect of recovering her appearance was both a tremendous hope and a great fear for her.

"Don't be afraid, it'll be fine soon," Gu Jiu Ling said, stepping forward to gently take Jinzhi's hand and give it a careful squeeze.

Jinzhi's hand was icy cold; she lifted her eyes, nodded at Gu Jiu Ling, and softly said, "Thank you, Princess Consort."

She had wanted to say those words for a long time; at this moment she had to exert great effort to squeeze them out of her mouth.

It didn't sound good; her voice was hoarse and rough.

Hearing those rough pronunciations, Zhao Lang's eye sockets reddened slightly.

Standing beside Jinzhi, Zhao Fu Ren could no longer hold back; she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, forcing herself not to cry.

Jinzhi is now part of the Zhao family; they feel heartache for this child.

This child doesn't know how much suffering she endured in the past; at this moment, even a few simple words required her to expend all her strength over a long time to utter.

But after all, her vocal cords had just been repaired; even though she could speak, it was still somewhat difficult.

Gu Jiu Ling's heart stirred slightly; she tightly held Jinzhi's hand and smiled, saying, "Your recovery is not bad; you can speak now—don't rush, take it slow."

"Your vocal cords have just healed; being able to speak is good enough—there's no need to insist on fluency."

"However, having said that, we can only maintain this level; restoring your voice to how it was before is probably not possible."

Jinzhi nodded, her face full of gratitude.

"It's already very good; she never had many extravagant hopes."

Not long after, Zuo Feichen brought the medicine slaves, placing those instruments and medicinal materials on the table before Jinzhi.

Gu Jiu Ling picked up the scissors, prepared the disinfecting supplies, then steadfastly looked at Jinzhi before her.

"In a moment I'll help you cut open the gauze on your face; it might tug the wound a little and cause some pain, but that's fine—it's mostly healed already; any pain would be slight, just bear it for a moment."

"After a moment, once the gauze is removed, the wound on your face will still need to continue applying ointment; the ointment is here—take it first."

Zhao Lang hurriedly took the ointment Gu Jiu Ling handed over, feeling as if he were holding his own life, afraid to drop it, and clenched it tightly in his palm.

The people around Jinzhi stared fixedly at her, each gripping a sweat, their hearts suspended.

Gu Jiu Ling also didn't know how this surgery would turn out; she had already exerted her utmost effort.

Afterwards she picked up the scissors and carefully began cutting the gauze on Jinzhi's face.

The gauze fell away layer by layer; the final layer of medical gauze covering Jinzhi's face also settled.

Immediately came a gasp of astonishment from Zhao Fu Ren.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Jinzhi, a look of incredulous splendor flashing in their eyes.

Zhao Lang, standing closest to Jinzhi, stared so hard his eyes went wide, his body motionless.

For a moment the room fell into dead silence; Jinzhi slowly raised her hand to touch her face, the panic and fear in her eyes making onlookers feel heartache.

"Don't worry! It's great, really great!" During the surgery earlier, Gu Jiu Ling noted that Jinzhi's face still had some postoperative bruising, which had now faded; she hadn't expected it to be this stunningly beautiful.

Gu Jiu Ling took a bronze mirror and placed it before Jinzhi.

Jinzhi looked at the woman in the bronze mirror; although there were still some faint scars on her face, it was her original appearance.

Jinzhi was also astonished; she hadn't expected Gu Jiu Ling's medical skill to be so superb.

Her face had been burned by Su Wanrou with fire into that state, yet this time she could recover almost completely, even to her original appearance.

Jinzhi couldn't help but feel immense joy, the corners of her mouth lifting in a smile.

Precisely that smile added even more charm to her already radiant beauty, making her utterly breathtaking.

Zhao Fu Ren rushed forward, seized Jinzhi's hand, and burst into tearful laughter: "You're not worthy, truly not worthy! My rough son is even less worthy of you."

Zhao Lang laughed heartily, his eyes full of joy; he hadn't expected Jinzhi to be so beautiful.

Such beauty placed in the entire Shang Jing would be top-notch, a supreme beauty.

Zhao Lang walked over and enfolded Jinzhi in a tight embrace.

At this moment he didn't know what to say, gently stroking Jinzhi's back, murmuring softly over and over.

"It's fine as long as you're okay, it's fine as long as you're okay; no matter what you become, you are the person I, Zhao Lang, cherish."

Gu Jiu Ling laughed: "You little rascal, you're not lacking in romantic fortune."

Laughter suddenly rang out all around.

Xiao Yin steadied herself and said slowly, "Now Jinzhi has recovered her appearance and can speak; the beginning of next month is the most lively Spring Sacrifice in Shang Jing."

"That day, many people will come out to Shang Jing to take part in festivities; most will go out to enjoy the spring. Jinzhi will choose that day to beat the peace drum!"

As soon as Xiao Yin's words left her mouth, the Zhao family's joy was immediately diminished somewhat.

Zhao Lang silently ground his teeth; this Xiao Yin fellow just couldn't stand to see them well.

He was about to speak when Jinzhi turned and walked over to Xiao Yin, then with a thud knelt before her.

Xiao Yin stared there, stunned; Jinzhi lifted her head to look at Xiao Yin, and with a hoarse voice difficulty said: "Thank you, Prince, for giving Jinzhi such an opportunity… to vindicate my father, Jinzhi will beat the peace drum… it is her duty!"