Feng Jiu, due to his upbringing, possessed a resilience and ruthlessness unlike ordinary people.
Even Qing Yu had slightly underestimated Feng Jiu’s ruthlessness.
It wasn’t ruthlessness towards others, but towards himself. In just one day, the whole Divine Capital was abuzz with the news: the once "famous" Abolished Prince Feng Jiu had been ambushed at Tianyue Workshop several days prior, and now, his concealed injury had flared up. Confined to bed, he was but a few breaths away from stepping into his coffin.
Upon hearing the patrons at Yunlai Inn discussing these events, Qing Yu himself was slightly taken aback. His intention had been for Feng Jiu to use the assault by Zhang Qian Ding as leverage, threatening Zhang Qian Ding that, if he didn’t comply, they would fake injuries to further coerce him. Afterwards, they could slowly and thodically take control of Zhang Haishan by using Zhang Qian Ding.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing that he could use Zhang Qian Ding to pressure Zhang Haishan—a man who obtained his son late in life—Feng Jiu set his sights directly on Zhang Haishan, attempting to achieve his goal in one fell swoop.
"But still, he’s a bit naive. Young people are a bit too impetuous, and they don’t realize that taking too large of a step often leads to a pulled groin," Qing Yu shook his head as he comnted to himself with a tone of aged wisdom.
"It seems that I’ll need to make a personal visit to Feng Jiu’s mansion."
Not going wasn’t an option—Feng Jiu really did go to extre lengths, now bedridden and unable to rise. Moreover, even if he hadn’t been injured, should soone see the supposedly gravely injured Ninth Prince running around Yunlai Inn lively as a dragon, the ruse wouldn’t hold up.
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"Young Master, the Ninth Prince is currently in the inner chamber under the diagnosis of the Imperial Physician, please wait a mont," Feng Jiu’s mansion’s butler led Qing Yu to a courtyard and said to him respectfully.
"It’s no matter, the Ninth Young Master’s illness is of great concern," Qing Yu responded softly.
Tsk, tsk, Feng Jiu’s situation really is quite pitiable. Qing Yu thought casually as he stood there.
Throughout his journey here, Qing Yu observed that Feng Jiu’s residence was unique and radiated a sense of dignified grandeur. To an ordinary wealthy family, this place would be considered very decent. But for Feng Jiu, it barely matched his status as a Prince. Not to ntion its size, which just wasn’t grand enough, revealing his lack of favor.
Moreover, Qing Yu gave a glance to the butler who waited with him outside the room.
They say "even a seventh-rank official is greeted with deference outside a pri minister’s gate," yet in front of Feng Jiu’s residence, this butler was not even as esteed as a ninth-rank official, showing excessive deference to any visitor.
"Creak."
The door opened, and out walked a middle-aged man around thirty, carrying a dicine chest on his shoulder and sporting a well-grood beard, presumably the court physician who had co to treat Feng Jiu.
"Imperial Physician Liu, the Ninth Prince..." the butler hurried forward to inquire.
Without a word, Imperial Physician Liu shoved a prescription into the butler’s hand and said coldly, "Fill the prescription, take the dicine on ti."
After speaking, he left without looking back.
The butler didn’t seem to mind, clutching the prescription with a smile on his face, he said to Qing Yu, "Young Master, please go inside. I need to prepare the dicine for the Prince, so I will not accompany you further."
The butler himself preparing the dicine—ordinary wealthy households would have more servants than your "Prince."
Qing Yu opened the door and went inside to find Feng Jiu.
The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, warming the entire room. Feng Jiu, wrapped in thick blankets, lay in bed.
"What did the Imperial Physician say?" Qing Yu inquired as he entered.
Feng Jiu was slightly startled, not expecting Qing Yu to ask that, and replied, "To take the dicine on ti, and there will be no serious issues."
After hearing this, Qing Yu paced back and forth and said, "This ti, your plan was too hasty."
"I’ve asked around upon my arrival. Last night, Zhang Qian Ding didn’t go seeking pleasure at Tianyue Workshop."
Zhang Qian Ding—modest and steadfast was his na, but sadly, he did not live up to it. He was arrogant, bold enough to strike even a Prince in secrecy, and a frequent visitor to Tianyue Workshop, indulging in the company of won night after night, completely lacking in restraint.
Had Zhang Haishan not been worn out and desperate for a second child, such behavior would have been unthinkable.
"It might be he feared exposing the attack on you, but it’s also possible that Zhang Haishan learned of the incident and wouldn’t let him leave the house.
Regardless of the reason, the plan has failed. The Imperial Physician says you have no serious problem, and those who are inclined to find out will not be easily deceived. Should Zhang Qian Ding inform Zhang Haishan, with Zhang Haishan’s years of adept maneuvering in officialdom, resolving this matter wouldn’t be difficult. After all, you are rely an unfavored Prince."
Again, it’s because of being unfavored. Beneath the blankets, Feng Jiu clenched his fist tightly; he had had enough of this treatnt.
"This matter concerns the advancent of my cultivation, I will find a way. At the very least, the resources for my practice must be obtained from the Zhang family. As for you..."
Qing Yu gazed sternly at Feng Jiu, "Changing the plan on your own isn’t necessarily a mistake, but failing to achieve the expected result is your fault. Today, you will experience the punishnt for this failure."
"I will stay here; rest assured, I won’t let you die."
Having said that, Qing Yu intended to find the butler to arrange a side room for himself to temporarily stay the night.
Behind him, Feng Jiu finally understood what Qing Yu ant by punishnt, that unbearable, itching sensation worse than death itself, "Wait, Brother ng, Brother ng..."
Qing Yu ignored him, not looking back as he left.
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During the night, Feng Jiu, who had been scared to sleep, again felt that familiar itching sensation assaulting him and could not help but open his mouth to cry out.
"If it brings the butler or other servants running, then you might as well wait for death here," Qing Yu’s voice echoed in his ear.
Feng Jiu bit down on a corner of the blanket, muffling his sounds to re "mmmphs."
Despite feeling this tornt was worse than death, he still chose to survive. This was Feng Jiu, born to nobility, living as tenaciously as a wild weed.
The empty, itching sensation didn’t originate from flesh and bone but ca from deep within his body, a place unreachable for scratching.
Tortured by this feeling, Feng Jiu rolled around in agony, yet due to the itching warning, he couldn’t cry out. This sensation really made life worse than death.
"Enough already..." Qing Yu estimated that the ti was about right, then opened the window from the outside and leaped into the room.
He pressed on certain acupoints on Feng Jiu and infused his Inner Strength into them.
Quickly, Feng Jiu’s face, twisted from the unbearable itch, began to relax, and he shifted from great agony to Great Joy.
And this was the mont when Feng Jiu’s will was at its most vulnerable.
Qing Yu took out a small bottle from his bosom and uncorked it.
Feng Jiu, after all, was still not quite compliant and, because of his past experiences, appeared a bit too eager for quick success. Such a temperant was not conducive to Qing Yu’s plans.
Therefore, Qing Yu decided to take out an insurance...
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