Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 236: What Did Princess Qi Do with the Medicine?

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: What Did Princess Qi Do with the Medicine?

Liu Wensheng’s back was covered in dense scars, or more accurately, scar tissue.

Qi Yu had once seen patients who had experienced fires, whose burned skin looked just like this, swollen and wrinkly.

She had never imagined that someone as skilled in martial arts as Liu Wensheng would bear such marks.

Had he been ambushed or harmed by someone?

This was not what she should be thinking about right now. She solemnly dressed him, turned him over, and adjusted to a new position to apply the needles.

Although these scars seemed to be old, this maniac might have enjoyed self-harm, continuing to cut into them whenever he felt like it.

The bloody scars interwoven with the old made a sight that could faint someone with trypophobia.

She treated him as she would any ordinary patient, pulling out the silver needles and then flipping him over.

She picked out several herbs she had collected at the back of Tuyun Village a few days ago, crushed them, and applied them to his skin.

About an hour later, Liu Wensheng slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze gradually cleared, and seeing the person who had moved a rocking chair next to the bed, he did not speak.

Qi Yu was engrossed in flipping through a script.

These were the ones she had sneaked out of the Book Collection Pavilion while Qinrui was not paying attention.

Although this place was a bit eerie, it was, in truth, no less equipped than the Imperial Palace, having everything one could need.

The pleasant scenery was filled with young, beautiful women, making it look like some earthly paradise to the unknowing.

Thinking this, Qi Yu let out a deep sigh.

If not for the dungeon, this place would indeed be like heaven.

She was so engrossed in the script, she hadn’t noticed that Liu Wensheng was awake, his dark eyes fixed steadily on her.

A slight chill swept up behind her, Liu Wensheng furrowed his brows slightly, and suddenly realized, his position was rather undignified.

His expression turned colder, and his gaze towards Qi Yu carried some displeasure.

This woman, daring to make him lie face down.

Just as he thought about turning over, he hadn’t moved yet when a lingering voice came: "Don’t move."

Liu Wensheng was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he calmly asked, "Why can’t I move?"

Before he realized it, he had already stopped the motion of turning over and continued lying in that undignified position.

Qi Yu put down the script, looked at him wanting to move but not daring to, and scoffed.

Seeing a hint of annoyance flash across Liu Wensheng’s face, she quickly suppressed her smirk and coughed lightly, saying indifferently, "There’s an herbal paste on your back, it will take another hour before the wound heals."

Liu Wensheng’s expression stiffened, "You saw it?"

Qi Yu spread her hands, provoking him with raised eyebrows, "Otherwise, who do you think took off your clothes?"

He looked like the perfect example of a rogue debasing a virtuous woman.

Liu Wensheng slammed his arms down on the bed frame, his teeth clenched as he said angrily, "You’re courting death!"

Qi Yu calmly watched his rage, having already administered a very small dose of Soft Muscle Powder to prevent him from suddenly waking up and beating her.

The dose was small, but enough to render someone immobile, lying in bed for three days and nights.

Qi Yu planned to cure the wound on his back and then neutralize the Soft Muscle Powder.

Otherwise, this man was sure not to obey quietly.

As she had expected, Liu Wensheng, infuriated and embarrassed, tried to rise and kill this reckless woman.

But soon, he discovered that he simply couldn’t muster the strength.

He tried to use his Inner Strength, but still, there was no response.

He had now completely become a cripple.

"What on earth did you do to me?" Liu Wensheng stared at her in disbelief, and Qi Yu felt that if looks could kill, she would have died a thousand times over.

However, now, she was fearless.

Qi Yu flashed a slight smile, her tone light and breezy, "It’s nothing really, just that I administered some Soft Muscle Powder to you. Don’t worry, you won’t die, as long as..."

She paused there.

Liu Wensheng immediately took over, asking, "As long as what?"

Anyone would feel terrible having their life controlled by someone else.

Qi Yu, smiling pleasantly, completed her previous statement: "As long as you behave."

Behave? Did this woman think of him as one of those kids outside who only whined and chased after butterflies?

Liu Wensheng inwardly cursed, but his ears reddened inappropriately.

It had been many years since anyone had dared to speak to him that way.

No, no one had ever spoken to him with such a joking yet affectionate tone.

Realizing his own thoughts, he was momentarily stunned.

He couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart, a bit of sourness mixed with a prickling pain.

As he was lost in thought, Qinrui had already brought in the freshly brewed medicine.

Seeing that Liu Wensheng was awake, her eyes brightened, and she hurriedly approached him, "Master, you finally woke up!"

Liu Wensheng looked at the dark, bitter-smelling medicine and pursed his lips, "Take it away."

That was the flavor he hated the most.

Qinrui knew his temperament, but remembering the days each month when he suffered excruciating headaches and the painful-looking scars on his back...

For the first time, she did not follow Liu Wensheng’s order but continued standing there with the medicine.

Qi Yu, unable to bear watching any longer, tossed the book aside and stood up.

Taking the bowl of medicine from Qinrui, she threatened softly, "If you don’t drink this medicine, you will die right now."

Having said that, she helped him up and poured the bitter medicine down his throat.

Qinrui was stunned on the side.

It was the first time she had ever seen anyone dare to treat the Master this way.

There was an incident where a maid accidentally spilled tea on the Master’s clothes, and the consequences were dire.

Yet Qi Yu’s actions were so harsh, but the Master was not angry.

Qinrui couldn’t believe her eyes, her pupils wide as she stared at this bizarre scene.

Qi Yu handed the now empty medicine bowl to her and casually reminded, "Time to snap out of it."

"Oh, oh." Qinrui responded reflexively twice and only came to her senses when she turned to take the medicine bowl to the kitchen.

Why was she listening to that woman?

Qinrui furrowed her brow, set down the medicine bowl, and the maid in charge of brewing the medicine, seeing her displeased expression, was scared witless.

She knelt down tremblingly, "Sister Qinrui, I..."

Before she could finish, Qinrui interrupted, looking down at her perplexedly, "Why are you kneeling?"

"Is there... something wrong with this medicine?" The maid pointed to the heavily slammed-down medicine bowl, her voice trembling.