On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 320: More Misfortune than Fortune

Chapter 320: Chapter 320: More Misfortune than Fortune

Leng Yu Yan successively pulled out two arrows from Ye Yiheng’s back and snipped open all his clothing there, then immediately began to sew up the sword injury and arrow wound.

Seeing her dedicatedly holding the black thread and sewing finely, Ling Lang was shocked beyond measure.

But he knew well that for such a large sword wound, one would usually use a red-hot iron block to cauterize the flesh to prevent the wound from gapping and bleeding excessively.

Yet the way the Commandery Princess treated the wounds was unheard of to him, let alone seen before.

Ling Lang had many questions in his mind, but His Highness’s cold disease was acting up severely, and things might be more critical than hopeful. Even with his doubts, he did not dare to rashly disturb the Commandery Princess.

According to the situation in the palace just now, His Highness was facing enemies all around, ambushes on six sides, and sorrow on all eight sides; not to mention finding an Imperial Physician, even seeking an ordinary doctor could expose their whereabouts.

No matter what the medical skill of the Commandery Princess might be...

Suddenly, Ling Lang thought of how she had been able to remove most of the Extreme Joy Powder from herself with a risky method and thus, he relaxed and focused on watching her save His Highness.

Leng Yu Yan sewed Ye Yiheng’s wounds one stitch at a time, with a calm demeanor. Her exceptional medical skills steadied her hand, yet her heart was anything but calm, never having felt such fear before...

Afraid that the person lying on the bed would never wake up again.

Looking at the gaping large wound, the flesh flayed open, despite having seen countless more gruesome sights in the modern era, Leng Yu Yan still couldn’t stop a tear from slipping from the corner of her eye.

The teardrop fell with a ’plop’ onto Ye Yiheng’s cold, pale back, mingling with the blood...

Stunningly seductive!

The tear was scalding, so hot that it made Ye Yiheng, still closed in slumber, twitch his eyebrows slightly.

It was as if he had dreamed of that touch of warmth again, like the rising sun, warm and comforting, causing ripples in his cold heart.

He wanted to wake up, but his body was so heavy, he couldn’t manage it no matter how hard he tried.

His entire being seemed to have plunged into chaos, then into nothingness, unable to see light or find any border...

After Leng Yu Yan had finished sewing Ye Yiheng’s wounds, fine beads of sweat had formed on her forehead.

Miao Zhu, seeing this, hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

Leng Yu Yan took a deep breath; earlier, a lot of ice water had splashed onto her, but her hands were now warm, and her heart was beating wildly. Her fingers beneath her, however, touched skin cold and void of any warmth.

She felt a sudden tug at her heart and reminded herself to stay calm; no matter what, she couldn’t let him die!

He had to live!

Live well!

This sword injury was suffered while protecting her; for such a great favor, she had to repay him—he must live!

Collecting her thoughts, Leng Yu Yan cleansed her hands and washed away the bloodstains before immediately taking out the silver needle bag and inserting needles into various points on Ye Yiheng’s body.

Mo Chen asked softly, "Commandery Princess, should we aid His Highness by channeling our Inner Strength?"

In the past when treating cold disease, using Inner Strength to help His Highness could make him wake up earlier.

Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "No need, His Highness has three wounds on his body; it’s not suitable to use Inner Strength. Today, we will use the silver needle therapy."

After saying this, she sighed, "The horse carriage isn’t here, and the medical box is on it."

Ling Lang, who had many questions pent up, finally spoke up, "There is a medical box as well?"

Leng Yu Yan nodded, and addressing Ling Lang’s inquiry was Miao Zhu, who was packing up the medical kit and silver needle bag, "The Commandery Princess’s medical box is more fully equipped with various tools. The small medical kit I carried was only for emergency needs."

Just as the Commandery Princess was accustomed to placing a silver needle bag in her sleeve pocket, she was used to hanging several wallets around her waist, with dry food, snacks, and one which was the medical kit.

During the conversation, Miao Zhu removed the wallets of dry food and candied fruits from her waist, "We rushed to the capital city since before dawn today; you all must be hungry, right?"

Leng Yu Yan spoke in a calm voice, "Miao Zhu, leave two cakes for His Highness, and everyone else can share the rest."

Her body was injured and in urgent need of energy replenishment, so Leng Yu Yan looked towards the few people beside her.

Mo Chen had an arrow in his back and a knife wound on his upper arm; Ruofeng had an arrow in the shoulder and another in the leg; Liu Yun had an arrow in the buttocks and a sword injury on the small arm; Yin Shuang had an arrow in the back, which was lodged quite deep; Ling Lang had an arrow in the arm, the feather of which had already broken off.

Song Guo silently shed tears, "If only I had seriously learned martial arts when I was young, I wouldn’t be at the level of a mere beginner now, causing Mo Chen and Ruofeng to get hurt."

Upon hearing this, Miao Zhu also started to cry, "I’m not even at the level of a beginner, at most just a novice. Liu Yun and Yin Shuang were perfectly capable of defending themselves."

The two of them cried and cried until they hugged their heads and wept bitterly.

Liu Yun forced a smile, "Stop crying, you two. It’s making you look like weak women."

She actually wanted to comfort them with a few words, but the words that came out were just like this.

Miao Zhu cried even harder, "I am a woman."

Song Guo pouted, "Our family is a eunuch!"

Yin Shuang candidly said, "You both were very brave during the fight just now. We were wounded not because of you, but because the number of enemies was simply too great."

Liu Yun nodded, "That’s right, stop crying, or the crying will make my butt hurt more."

They finally noticed that not only was her arm covered in blood, but there was also an arrow feather sticking out from her buttocks, glaringly obvious.

They forced out some awkward smiles.

At this moment, Leng Yu Yan asked, "Is the courtyard we are in safe?"

Mo Chen said, "For now, it’s safe. This place is a contact point that our Eastern Palace Dark Guard Bureau uses regularly in the suburbs of the capital city."

Leng Yu Yan nodded, "Liu Yun and Yin Shuang, follow me to the next room. Miao Zhu, bring the medical bag and the silver needle bag. Song Guo, stay here and take good care of His Highness, and talk to him more."

Song Guo stopped crying, "Can His Highness hear us while unconscious?"

"Even if he is unconscious, you should keep talking in his ear."

Leaving behind these words, Leng Yu Yan walked to the next room, followed closely by Liu Yun, Yin Shuang, and Miao Zhu.

An hour later, the wounds of Liu Yun and Yin Shuang had all been dealt with, and Leng Yu Yan brought them back to the room where Ye Yiheng was lying.

Seeing him motionless on the bed, Leng Yu Yan felt very upset. In the past, she would try every possible means to escape from him, but now this thought had vanished.

She suppressed her emotions and helped Ruofeng, Mo Chen, and Ling Lang treat their injuries.

After the treatment of their wounds was completed, Ruofeng asked, "Commandery Princess, my leg is not going to be a problem, right?"

He was worried about whether the arrow wound on his leg would affect his future use of Qinggong or horse riding.

"It’s just your leg, not your buttocks!" Liu Yun quietly pressed on the wound on her buttocks which had already been stitched and bandaged properly, "I’ve been shot in the buttocks and haven’t complained."

Ling Lang interrupted their argument, "What is there to argue about? His Highness is still unconscious, and you still have the mood to argue?"

They fell silent and looked collectively towards Ye Yiheng on the bed.

His Highness’s martial skills were far superior to theirs, and this time, due to the cold water, His Highness was unconscious, and indeed, they shouldn’t be arguing.

However, the extent of Ye Yiheng’s perilous condition was unknown to them, except for Leng Yu Yan and Ling Lang.

Ling Lang said, "His Highness had expended too much Inner Strength in the palace just now, the toxins in his body surged violently, causing his cold disease to flare up to the extreme. Coupled with sword injuries and arrow wounds, it’s likely that His Highness is in grave danger this time."

Upon hearing this, they were all deeply shocked and turned to look at Leng Yu Yan, "Commandery Princess, you have a way to save him, don’t you?"

Unable to control her suppressed emotions any longer, Leng Yu Yan covered her mouth and began to cry...