The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1454: 1449 Hidden Conspiracy

Chapter 1454: Chapter 1449 Hidden Conspiracy

He didn’t know how to lie, and fortunately, there was a screen between them, so Su Miaoyan could not see the troubled expression on his face.

“Brother is lying to , Brother Yu did sothing wrong, the emperor ca, Sister Xue also ca, they all ca to arrest him…” As Su Miaoyan spoke, her heart grew more tense and tears filled her eyes.

“They didn’t arrest him, it’s just… they need him for questioning. You know, Xiao Yu is the head of the Xiao family, and with the family being so large, the emperor must have important matters to discuss. It’s not sothing that can be done in a day or two. Don’t overthink it and wear yourself out. Doesn’t your Brother Yu want to see you recover?” Madam Yin, knowing Su Hao could not explain, lied for him.

When Su Miaoyan looked at Su Hao blankly, Su Hao simply nodded, and Su Miaoyan was deceived.

Her mind had always been pure, and within the Marquis’s Manor, she would not suspect anything.

Wu Jinyan brought so dicinal herbs and supplents, asking Su Miaoyan what she wanted to eat or play with, and she imdiately arranged for soone to send them to her.

Su Miaoyan softly thanked her sister-in-law and then went back to sleep.

After Wu Jinyan and Su Hao left, Su Miaoyan lay in bed, tears involuntarily streaming down her face. Madam Yin comforted her, but she only said, “I miss Brother Yu, I want Brother Yu to hold …”

Madam Yin, from the shadows, wiped away her tears, put on a smile, and gently patted her shoulder, “He will be fine. You just focus on healing. Everything will get better.”

“Yes.” Su Miaoyan nodded.

She always felt sothing odd in her heart, but her mother was right; she needed to heal properly so that when Brother Yu ca to pick her up, she could throw herself into his arms.

Xiao Yu was confined in a wing of Ninth Prince’s Mansion, and his severe injuries had left him unconscious for two days. When he awoke, he was in agonizing pain.

He was chained to a bed with nothing around him, except for Mo Qi coming in to deliver a ssage, “The emperor decrees that whenever Young Master Xiao is ready to confess everything he knows, the emperor will then co to see you.”

Xiao Yu’s face was pale from illness, but his eyes were cold as ice. “I have nothing to confess. The emperor can punish as he pleases.”

“The Xiao family’s foundation is enormous. I hope, Young Master Xiao, that you think carefully before acting.”

After saying this, Mo Qi waited for the duration of an incense stick.

Xiao Yu leaned against the wall, closed his eyes to rest his mind, and said nothing, his coldness making him unapproachable.

Mo Qi reported his attitude to Chu Yihan, who then ordered that nothing be provided to him, to let him think it over for a good while.

In the quiet of the night, Xiao Yu pulled out a bone flute from his sleeve, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

He spread his palm open as if he could still feel the warmth from holding Yan’er.

She had been taken back to the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor.

That was her family ho, where she would surely be taken good care of and could heal properly.

But…

He wanted to see her, to take her ho again, but it had beco difficult.

The Marquis of Martial South’s Manor would not allow it, and Chu Yihan… would definitely not allow it!

“Damn it!”

Xiao Yu punched the bed, the bone flute vibrating and falling off the bed with a faint sound.

This sound was also heard by Feng Ling, who was imprisoned next door.

His brow moved slightly, a chill spreading across his forehead.

Mu Qianya’s gaze shifted as he got up.

“Where are you going?” Mu Qianya asked softly.

She watched as Feng Ling walked to the door, his presence strong, afraid he would just rush out.

“The guards outside must be strict, you’re injured and without your knife… maybe don’t be so impulsive,” she advised kindly.

Now, they were all imprisoned. Although the emperor had not yet condemned them, as soon as they escaped, they would beco criminals. Once the warrant was issued, there would be no hiding place for them in the entire Great Cheng Dynasty—it would indeed be a dead end.

“He was originally an assassin from the Silver Moon Pavilion; why would he be afraid of being pursued? Miss, you should worry more about yourself!” Feng Ling pouted.

Mu Qianya had taken risks in her business dealings before, which were fraught with danger, but this move was playing with fire!

Young Master Xiao confronting the emperor and the imperial court—wasn’t that courting death?

Even if the Xiao family had deep roots and wealth, could they withstand an imperial edict from the emperor to eradicate their family?

Mu Qianya had even knocked out the empress for Xiao Yu… Feng Ling felt desperate thinking about it.

“Since it has co to this, let’s accept it. Before heading to Jiang Du City, my father said in his letter to return to the Mu Family, even if it ant breaking a leg. Compared to limping at ho, I’d rather take a chance outside—even if it ans death, it won’t be in vain,” Mu Qianya was quite spirited. The night she was captured, she too had undergone nurous dangers, yet she didn’t beg for rcy.

Feng Ling sighed deeply, “Ah…”

What could she do, following a mistress who loved taking risks?

Shadow was not deaf to their conversation; he simply remained indifferent, not caring or responding.

He only obeyed Xiao Yu, concerned only with his safety.

He could feel that Xiao Yu was just a wall away from him, but now he had no weapons, and his internal injuries were not minor. Forcing a breakout would allow him to kill the guards, but not necessarily defeat Seventeen who kept hovering nearby.

“That… I see you’re severely wounded; take a pill to heal. This is made from Blood Clotting Grass, the dicine woman gave it to ; it should treat internal injuries,” Mu Qianya approached Shadow from behind, speaking softly.

She took out a small vial the size of a thumb and handed it to Shadow.

Shadow turned around, his eyes flickering slightly when he heard the words “Blood Clotting Grass.”

It was a good dicine for healing.

Feng Ling’s heart lurched, yelling, “Miss, that’s not from the dicine woman! It was clearly snatched from the Eldest Young Master after a fight in his yard, and you’ve always kept this life-saving dicine close to you in your undergarnt! How could you give it to him!”

“You impudent girl!”

Mu Qianya turned around and sharply knocked on Feng Ling’s head.

What trouble would this silly girl cause by being so clear?

And she spoke of keeping it in her undergarnt, right in front of a man?

“No need, keep it for yourself.”

Shadow’s icy voice, like water trickling down from the summit of a snow mountain, sent shivers through one’s spine.

Mu Qianya didn’t know why he was unwilling to take it, her lips pursing tightly, “I’m not seriously injured; I don’t need it. But I see that you are gravely injured.”

“I am not.”

“You can’t fool ! An expert from the empress’s side, also from the Silver Moon Pavilion, just like you—how could you not be seriously injured after exchanging blows?”

As Mu Qianya spoke, she moved in front of him, attempting to pull open his clothes.

Shadow grabbed her hand, his gaze growing colder, “I said, I am not.”

“You are!”

Mu Qianya pulled forcefully, tearing open his shirt, and saw a patch of dark purple bruises on his chest.

Mu Qianya felt a tightness in her chest, “See, you’re still trying to act tough. Do you still not want to save Xiao Yu?”

Mu Qianya brought the bottle to his mouth and pulled out the stopper to feed him.

Shadow yanked her wrist, causing Mu Qianya to lose her balance and fall directly into his arms, “Hisss…”