Such was also the sentint of Nanli.
If it weren’t for Ye Siheng’s tily arrival, she might have t her end there.
"The Ninth Prince needs this elixir more than ," Nanli said as she walked to the desk, took out the Tianxing Brush, focusing her energy, and drew two talismans, all of which had the effect of suppressing malevolent energy.
She had intended to have Yuanbao deliver them, but just as she handed the talismans over, she worried that Yuanbao might ddle with them, so she decided to go herself. Ye Siheng had saved her life, and she had to thank him in person.
The Mansion of Prince Yu
Qing Feng, who ca to receive her, noticed Nanli’s weakened appearance, and his expression imdiately improved.
If Miss Chu hadn’t had this intention, would she have co to express her gratitude the very next day?
"How is the Prince?" Nanli asked.
Qing Feng sighed.
Nanli grew nervous, her gaze fixed on Qing Feng. "Are his legs bothering him again?"
"It’s not just discomfort; his legs have been in pain all night," Qing Feng said.
"Even Miss Chu’s calming talisman was of no use."
Nanli pursed her lips. "May I go and see him?"
Qing Feng had been waiting for this sentence and imdiately smirked. "Please, Miss, this way."
When they arrived at the courtyard where Ye Siheng resided, they only saw servants and attendants, not a single maid.
Nanli glanced at them, and Qing Feng quickly said, "The Prince has never needed a maid to attend to him."
Nanli found his words inexplicable.
Who did Ye Siheng need to attend to him?
It seed unrelated to her, right?
But upon further thought, she understood Qing Feng’s aning. "Very well, won’s destinies are generally not so resilient. It is appropriate to have n stay by the Prince’s side. If you’re worrying, I can divine for them."
"...," Qing Feng finally understood his master’s mood, and he had nothing more to say.
At the door, he knocked and reported.
Ye Siheng seed to have just woken up, his voice carrying a hint of laziness. He ordered soone to open the door, allowing only Nanli into the outer room. The two conversed through a gauze curtain.
Qing Feng, seeing this, was extrely anxious.
Ye Siheng saw the figure outside the gauze curtain and knew that her injuries were not serious.
His voice was cold. "Miss Chu, forgive , but we are unmarried, and it is not appropriate for us to et alone."
Nanli was taken aback, feeling that Ye Siheng was acting strangely today.
Didn’t he let her administer acupuncture to him earlier? He didn’t observe such formalities back then, so why was he so cautious now?
Her eyes flickered as she suddenly understood.
Ye Siheng must be planning to marry the future queen, so he was keeping his distance from her to avoid future jealousy.
Thinking about this, she said, "Thanks to the Ninth Prince’s tily arrival last night, I wonder if his legs are still in pain? Should I help with the acupuncture to suppress the malevolent energy?"
"No need," Ye Siheng refused outright.
Qing Feng broke out in a sweat, not expecting his master to be so resolute.
He said, "Prince, you were in pain all night. Why not let Miss Chu take a look?"
Nanli had already guessed and tightened her heart. "Qing Feng, could you bring a cup of water?"
Qing Feng thought Nanli wanted to go in and bring water, so he quickly brought a cup of water. Little did he know that Nanli only took out a talisman, ignited it with a flick of her hand, and then threw it into the water. She gently stirred, and the talisman quickly disappeared.
She looked clear and bright. "Alright, bring it in for your Prince to drink."
Qing Feng’s mouth twitched. "Miss Chu, are you really not going in to see the Prince?"
"The Prince knows how to avoid suspicion, why don’t you?" Nanli blinked.
"Prince, when the ti cos for your grand wedding, I will definitely choose an auspicious day for you, and I won’t accept your money."
Ye Siheng, in the midst of a violent cough, gritted his teeth and uttered, "M-many... thanks."
After leaving behind the Resurrection Pill, Nanli said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t disturb the Ninth Prince any longer. Farewell."
Qing Feng had no choice but to have soone escort Nanli out of the mansion.
Carrying the talisman water, he entered the room and saw Night Prince reclining against a soft pillow, presenting a delicate and weak appearance.
"Prince, should you still drink this talisman water?"
"Since it is her heartfelt gesture, how can I refuse?" Ye Siheng accepted it and drank it all in one gulp.
Indeed, her talismans always proved effective.
The pain in his legs ceased, but the wrenching ache in his heart made it even harder for him to catch his breath.
Qing Feng couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and said, "I wonder if Miss Chu intentionally said such words. It’s truly disheartening."
Ninth Prince’s expression darkened briefly, "Leave and receive ten strokes of the cane." Qing Feng wanted to cry but had no tears, "Prince, I acknowledge my mistake. I will never speak ill of Miss again."
Ye Siheng didn’t ntion further punishnt, only instructing the person to leave and not loiter in his presence.
Qing Feng swiftly slipped away like a wisp of smoke, not wanting his backside to truly blossom with pain.
He placed the Resurrection Pill on the small table by the bed.
Ninth Prince glanced at it, his gaze quickly dimming once more.
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Although Nanli was concerned about Night Prince’s condition, she couldn’t do anything to avoid suspicion.
Still worried, she sought out Physician Shen and gave him a few talismans, teaching him how to use silver needles.
Physician Shen nodded repeatedly, "Miss Chu, although I am old, my mory is still sharp. You have reminded three tis, and I truly rember it well."
Nanli felt slightly relieved, "Then go and administer the needles to the Ninth Prince and observe the effects."
"Alright, please rest assured, Miss Chu." Physician Shen’s ears had calloused from her repeated instructions as he quickly departed.
Nanli knew this was a temporary solution, hoping that Ninth Prince would quickly find the person who had cursed him, so he would no longer suffer from the malevolent energy in his legs.
However, at the sa ti, she felt a sense of discomfort, as if sothing was blocking her heart.
Suppressing her thoughts, as night fell, she set up a talisman formation in her room to restore that strand of residual soul.
This residual soul seed to have lingered in the mortal realm for a long ti, already extrely weak.
If it hadn’t been nurtured in her second brother’s jade pendant for so ti, it would have long dissipated into nothingness.
After three consecutive nights of nurturing, the residual soul had mostly recovered.
Within the talisman formation, the faint figure of the residual soul could be seen, appearing to be a seven or eight-year-old child.
Bathing in the moonlight, the child revealed his delicate features.
At first glance, Nanli felt a sense of familiarity but couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.
The boy had been by Nanli’s side for a while and was familiar with her aura.
He asked, "Sister, are you going to send to be reincarnated?"
"Do you want to be reincarnated?" Nanli asked.
The boy nodded, "I want to be reincarnated. I want to start anew."
Upon hearing this, the words seed particularly peculiar.
Nanli asked, "What wicked deeds did you commit in your previous life that make you want to be reincarnated and start anew?"
The boy sighed, "I was a good boy and never did anything harmful. I just felt that this life was too bitter. Even if I were to be reborn as a cat or a dog, it would be more enjoyable than this life."
"You didn’t find joy in being human? There are people who have been trying to nurture your soul and even want to summon it to give you a chance at rebirth," Nanli said.
The boy trembled and hastily exclaid, "No! I don’t want that! I don’t want to be her son again! Sister, please send to be reincarnated quickly!"
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