The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1470: 1465: Chu Yihan and Xiao Yu's Collaboration

Chapter 1470: Chapter 1465: Chu Yihan and Xiao Yu’s Collaboration

The injured were nurous, and Su Yingxue, along with the palace’s court physicians, gathered together, still sowhat caught off guard.

Su Yingxue thought of Rong Sheng and asked the people around Chu Yifeng where Rong Sheng was.

Ah Hong said, “The master has arranged for Doctor Rong to stay in a cave outside the city, saying that without his permission, no one should reveal it…”

“Now in his condition, how can he give permission? He has been unconscious and hasn’t woken up, you must quickly bring Sister Rong Sheng and Chu Xi over!”

Su Yingxue imdiately gave the order.

Ah Hong glanced at Chu Yifeng, who was also unconscious in the main hall, and felt very uneasy, but still chose to follow Su Yingxue’s command this ti.

After all, now that both Chu Yihan and Chu Yifeng had fallen ill, only Su Yingxue, the empress, held supre authority.

Su Yingxue took Chu Yihan’s pulse; he had regained consciousness but looked very tired. He interrupted Su Yingxue and said in a deep voice, “Go check on Chu Yifeng, I’m fine.”

“Your pulse is sowhat disordered.” Su Yingxue’s eyes filled with concern.

“I am unhard, it’s just that after the battle, my breath is a bit unstable. I am still clear-headed. Chu Yifeng is seriously injured, and so are Su Hao and Zi Wei; their injuries are not light. You have much to handle, and I still need to go fetch Heng’er.”

Chu Yihan stood up, his hand resting on Su Yingxue’s shoulder, “Tonight in the palace, it will be tough on you.”

Su Yingxue suddenly rembered Chu Heng, “Then… then hubby you go quickly and bring back Heng’er, I want to see him safe and sound.”

“Rest assured, Heng’er is fine.”

Chu Yihan cradled her face, gently leaving a comforting kiss.

Su Yingxue hugged him and then turned to treat Chu Yifeng.

She could tell as soon as she saw Chu Yifeng that his injuries were severe, likely very tricky. When she felt Chu Yifeng’s pulse, her heartbeat suddenly quickened, “This…”

——

Bamboo Grove Courtyard.

Chu Yihan ca here alone, and besides Xiao Yu, there were only the Mu Family’s servant, Mu Qianya and her maid.

To protect Xiao Yu’s safety, Mu Qianya held a sword at the door, ready for anyone who might co in.

But when she saw that the visitor was Chu Yihan and that he was alone, she was montarily stunned. Chu Yihan took a step forward, and she imdiately lowered her weapon, kneeling down with Feng Ling, “This humble girl pays respect to the emperor, long live the emperor!”

Chu Yihan humd a response, “Rise.”

Seeing that he was heading towards the inner room, Mu Qianya quickly blocked his path, “Your Majesty, forgive my boldness, may I ask why you have co?”

If he was coming to kill Xiao Yu, then she couldn’t just easily let Chu Yihan in.

Even though she was aware that her modest skills were likely nothing in Chu Yihan’s presence.

Chu Yihan looked at her, his eyes showing a hint of appreciation, “Xiao Yu indeed hasn’t misunderstood you.”

“He… hasn’t misunderstood ?”

Mu Qianya pondered over Chu Yihan’s words, as if suddenly enlightened, imdiately stepped aside to let Chu Yihan pass, moving to the side.

Feng Ling, standing behind her, looked confused, why did Miss change her mind so quickly?

Was it not said that on this boat of Xiao Yu, the survival and welfare of the Mu Family depends primarily on his safety, otherwise, they could bring disaster upon themselves?

How had she let Chu Yihan in so quickly?

After Chu Yihan entered, Mu Qianya let out a sigh of relief. She glanced at Feng Ling, knowing she was confused, and smilingly said, “I just knew, Xiao Yu’s depth is not limited to this; his achievent can be considered well-placed, capable of soothing the previous treacheries of the Xiao family before the emperor.”

“Ah?” Feng Ling felt she understood each word her mistress said, but put together… she completely did not understand the aning.

Chu Yihan walked into Xiao Yu’s room and saw him sitting at the desk, copying so portraits.

You don’t need to look closely to know that the person he draws with such ticulous attention must be the woman he loves most deeply in his heart.

Su Miaoyan.

Chu Yihan approached him and spoke softly, “Su Miaoyan’s health isn’t seriously hard; she just needs peaceful rest to recover. This ti, the contributions made by the Xiao family are enough to make ands.”

With the final stroke of Xiao Yu’s brush, he completed an exquisitely lifelike portrait.

The girl in the painting had glowing cheeks and clear eyes that sparkled like stars, with dimples by her lips that were refreshing and sweet, charming and touching.

One could tell at a glance that she was a woman who had been pampered since childhood, tender and adorable.

It was such a woman who had married him, Xiao Yu, and endured endless trials.

Xiao Yu’s lips curved in a self-mocking smile, “No matter how well she recovers, she won’t be the sa as before. I have ultimately failed her.”

He hadn’t fulfilled the promise he made to her parents before their wedding.

He had said, as long as he, Xiao Yu, lived, Yan’er would forever remain naive and unaware of the cruelties of the world.

But the current Yan’er…

The smile did not reach Xiao Yu’s eyes as he turned his wheelchair to face the chair next to him and lifted the cover over it, revealing a small figure nestled within the cushioned chair, sleeping soundly.

Heng’er, feeling cold, suddenly moved a bit, then found himself suddenly in a warm embrace.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, his voice soft and tender upon waking, “Father… Father.”

“Good boy, Father is here to take you back to the palace.”

“Okay.”

Heng’er nestled in his arms and circled his neck. As if rembering sothing, he turned back to look at Xiao Yu and waved a small hand, “Goodbye, Uncle.”

Xiao Yu’s expression froze for a mont, and by the ti he collected his thoughts, it seed too late.

Heng’er, receiving no response, nestled in Chu Yihan’s neck and asked softly, “Father, why does Uncle look so unhappy? Didn’t we defeat the bad guys?”

Initially, in the palace, the emperor had told him that he might face danger, but advised him not to be afraid and to stay quiet, promising protection.

Later he was sent to stay with Uncle, who had him play along by screaming pitifully a few tis.

He mimicked the screams, then Uncle undressed him, hid him under the table, and let a tall man co in, taking a doll the sa size as him, dressed in his clothes and covered with a black cloth, appearing just like a dead him.

Uncle told him to take a good nap, practice his writing, and when the ti was right, his father and mother would co to take him back to the palace.

So, he stayed there with Uncle.

When the Emperor ca for him, he thought the Emperor would bring Uncle back to the palace too.

After all, wasn’t that called… ritorious service?

His tutor had taught him this!

Holding Heng’er, Chu Yihan was not as stern with him as in the palace, lifted him onto the carriage, placed him on his lap, and carefully straightened his clothes, speaking softly, “Your Uncle once had a child too.”

“Eh? Do I have younger siblings too?”

Heng’er was delighted; he loved the idea of having younger siblings!

“On the way,” Chu Yihan replied with a gentle laugh, a surprise yet to be revealed to Xiao Yu, a reward for his valorous service.