Chapter 68: Until Death Do Us Part

Mo Junyan's gaze fell obscurely upon her, and seeing that she was in excellent spirits, the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably.

Just then, Chi Nan Yi's hands rested gently on his lower legs, and the sharp Silver Needles pierced his skin. Mo Junyan could not feel the sting of the needle tips, but wherever those slender jade hands passed, the heat was astonishingly intense. For a moment, the God of War, Prince Li, who commanded armies of thousands on the battlefield and swung his blade without so much as a change of expression, felt his heartbeat falter.

"Does Your Prince have any feeling in your legs today?"

"Mm." A slightly husky voice reached her, and before she looked up, Mo Junyan turned his gaze elsewhere.

"In a few days' time, Your Prince's body will be fully recovered."

Mo Junyan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "This Prince has a matter and would like to trouble Miss Chi with it. Does Miss Chi have a way to keep This Prince's legs without sensation?"

Huh?

Chi Nan Yi glanced at him with slight surprise—such a request was truly uncommon.

But a moment's thought revealed the reason behind it.

It was nothing more than court politics.

The Crown Prince had specially brought a court physician from Jingcheng and pointedly inquired about Prince Li's legs, which showed just how little he wanted Prince Li's legs to recover. In the previous life, Prince Li's legs had seemingly been truly crippled; in the original host's memory, right up until the Crown Prince ascended the throne, he had never stood again.

The trajectory of this life seemed somewhat different. Could it be that her transmigration and rebirth had changed certain things?

"Miss Chi?"

"How does Your Prince know that this humble woman would have a way?"

"We are both people who understand, so let us not speak foolishly. This Prince previously concealed much, using inner force to alter his pulse—not out of any intention to toy with you. This Prince also has certain difficulties he cannot speak of. Now that This Prince knows of your medical skill, perhaps you can help him. Rest assured, Miss Chi—This Prince is not one of those treacherous, sanctimonious petty men. Whether or not you help, This Prince will reward you handsomely."

Treacherous.

Sanctimonious.

Chi Nan Yi strongly suspected the person he was referring to was the Crown Prince, Mo Junheng.

Seeing that he had already made himself clear, Chi Nan Yi coughed softly a few times: "This humble woman has given much offense before; I beg Your Prince's forgiveness." She took out the Silver Needles, intending to open the acupoints on his legs, but before she could insert them, her wrist was grasped by a large, somewhat rough hand.

Clearly feeling the warmth and calluses of his palm, Chi Nan Yi froze for a moment.

Seeing this, Mo Junyan slowly released his hand: "What does Miss Chi intend to do to This Prince?"

The thief crying thief!

He was the one who grabbed her wrist, yet he turned around and questioned her!

What else could she do with the Silver Needles?

"Naturally, to treat Your Prince." She emphasized the word "treat" heavily. Hearing this, Mo Junyan shook his head: "There is no need. Miss Chi only needs to remember to come to the manor daily for consultations."

Consultations, my foot!

Chi Nan Yi couldn't help rolling her eyes—did he really think she had nothing better to do every day?

"Only, if someone asks, does Miss Chi know what to say?"

"This humble woman knows." Chi Nan Yi wore a hypocritical smile on her face and said without sincerity: "Your Prince's legs, no matter how they are treated, have no possibility of recovery."

Emerging from the manor, the pent-up frustration on Chi Nan Yi's face vanished. Not for any other reason, but mainly because Prince Li had given far too much!

A thick stack of silver notes—she had truly struck it rich.

After delivering the pills, Chi Nan Yi prepared to go to a fabric shop to buy some cloth and cotton.

The weather was starting to turn cold; she needed to make a few cotton quilts at night.

Just after leaving Bai cao tang, Chi Nan Yi noticed two tails following behind her.

Chi Nan Yi glanced back at the two men. One of them looked somewhat familiar—in her previous life, that man had been Mo Junheng's trusted aide. On the day the original host was sent to the Cold Palace, the hand that had shoved her belonged to this very person.

Tsk. Since he delivered himself to her doorstep, he couldn't blame her for being impolite.

Chi Nan Yi pretended not to have noticed them, wandering around the market for several rounds and chatting very warmly with a few stall owners. Judging by her appearance, she didn't seem to know at all that someone was following her.

Seeing this, the two men curled their lips: "Just a village girl. So what if she knows some medicine? His Highness has overestimated her."

"Do not underestimate her," Gao Han said in a low voice. "As the saying goes, the greatest hermits hide in the marketplace. For her to be summoned by Prince Li to treat his illness, she must have some ability. Do not question His Highness's judgment."

"Yes, this subordinate spoke out of turn."

Gao Han's gaze remained fixed on Chi Nan Yi. Though he had rebuked his subordinate aloud, in his heart he thought exactly the same.

After following her for a while, they indeed found nothing unusual. His Highness seemed to have been genuinely somewhat overly worried.

Just then, Chi Nan Yi walked into an alleyway. The two of them hurried to follow, but upon reaching the alley entrance, her figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it, we lost her!" Gao Han grew anxious and was about to rush into the alley, completely failing to notice the powder drifting down from midair that had settled all over both of them.

Reaching the outside of the alley, they spotted Chi Nan Yi walking into a fabric shop at a glance. Gao Han let out a long breath of relief. He was just about to follow when his vision suddenly went black and his body collapsed uncontrollably.

And the guard who had come with him had already fallen inside the alley much earlier.

Chi Nan Yi walked slowly to Gao Han's side, a glint of coldness in her eyes, and dragged him into the alley by one foot.

Before long, she walked out of the alley alone: "I was just worrying about having nowhere to find you! Yet you delivered yourselves to my doorstep. This time I'll break your hand; next time we meet, this lady will take your life."

It wasn't that she was soft-hearted. Beating him up was no big deal, but if a murder case came of it, the authorities would certainly intervene.

She could indeed take the life of this dog of a man, but to let him exit the stage just like that—wouldn't that be letting him off too easily? Once the Crown Prince's right-hand man, thinking himself superior to others; now with one hand crippled, who knew whether the Crown Prince would continue to employ him. That feeling of falling hard from a great height was bound to be more painful than a clean slash to end it all. To kill someone, one must always break their heart first.

For now, she was not yet powerful enough to act without concern for consequences. But sooner or later, that day would come.

It was not until dark that the two men, Gao Han and his companion, returned to the villa.

Mo Junheng surveyed them with a glance and said in a low voice: "I sent you to tail her—what have you been doing?"

"Your Highness, quell your anger." Gao Han, one hand supporting his wrist, knelt on the ground through gritted teeth: "We were ambushed in an alley and only just regained consciousness."

"Ambushed?"

"Yes."

Mo Junheng looked at his somewhat oddly positioned hand, his brow furrowed tightly: "What exactly happened?"

"This subordinate followed that woman around the market for several rounds. She walked into an alley, and after I followed her in, I don't know how I passed out. When I woke up, it was already…"

"You were discovered by her?"

Gao Han shook his head: "This subordinate can confirm that we were not discovered by that woman." He said through gritted teeth: "This subordinate believes that someone else did this."

You mean... Mo Junyan?

That woman simply doesn't know martial arts; wanting to discover subordinates and the like is absolutely impossible, but Prince Li's retainers are full of talented people...

Hmph! I knew it—he wouldn't behave himself even if he broke his legs. Mo Junheng slammed the table hard, and just then his stomach gave another strange twinge.

His face changed slightly, his body began to tremble uncontrollably: "Mo Junyan, we won't rest until one of us dies!"