As soon as I entered the front hall, my line of sight was involuntarily drawn to that pale blue and light gauze-like figure. Never had I seen anyone who could wear green in such a charming way, with purity and innocence radiating temptation, and softness containing beauty.

  Her face was veiled, and I couldn't see it clearly. Suddenly, I remembered the rumors that had been circulating in the streets about San Muqing of the Forget Sorrow Pavilion in the capital, who never judged people by their appearance. It turned out to be true.

  Then, who else has seen her face after removing her veil except for Nan Chengyao?

  Now that I have seen Sangmu Qing, I understand that "I would rather not receive the emperor's edict, but only wish for Muqing to notice me" is not an empty phrase, she indeed deserves it.

  Even if her face is not clearly visible, the elegant demeanor that comes naturally with standing quietly, the beauty that is subtly revealed under the veil, and the red tear mole at the bottom of her eyes are enough to make one's heart drunk and infatuated.

  I saw that her gaze, after we entered, first stuck on me for a moment, then slowly shifted to Nan Chengyao and stayed there.

  Nan Chengyao, however, didn't look at her. He just smiled slightly and stepped forward to say to Chun Yu's impatient and annoyed face: "Sorry to keep Mr. Chun waiting, thank you for your trouble."

  "Lang Jun, the skilled doctor", was quite pleased with himself, his medical skills were superb, but his temper was also extremely eccentric. Usually, it was others who would wait for him, now that he had to wait for me for so long, his face was already very unpleasant.

  When we came in, even when Nan Chengyao went forward and spoke to him, he sat upright, not standing up or responding, not even bothering to glance at him, with an air of arrogance.

  Sang Muqing didn't want to continue arguing with Nan Chengyao, so he turned to Chun Yu and called out softly: "Mr. Chun."

  The sincere meaning, the resentful implication, and a hint of gentle coquetry, such a soft and sweet call, captivates one's heart.

  Although he was reluctant, he couldn't help but stand up at her call. He turned to look at us, his eyebrows and eyes still filled with impatience and mockery. His thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something sarcastic, but when he saw me, he hesitated for a moment, swallowing the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he said, "Find a quiet room, I don't like being disturbed when I'm taking someone's pulse."

  Nan Chengyao nodded and smiled: "Of course, a quiet room has already been prepared for Mr. Chun, please follow me."

  As he spoke, he led me out of the front hall and into a resting room in a side pavilion.

  Chun Yu followed behind us, while Sang Muqing also wanted to follow, but was pulled back by the green-clad maid beside her. The maid whispered something in a low voice, and Sang Muqing's expression changed slightly, without saying a word, nor did she take another step forward.

  I took a few steps, and involuntarily turned back to glance at him, only to meet his gaze, which had been fixed on me all along, with an ambiguous meaning.

  My heart skipped a beat, but before I could think of anything else, Nan Chengyao had already wrapped his arm around me and turned the corner, with the resting room right in front of us.

  Nan Chengyao instructed Qin An to personally guard outside and then followed him in.

  Chun Yu's displeased voice said: "I said when taking the pulse, there shouldn't be a third person present."

  Nan Cheng Yao smiled faintly and said in a tone that did not allow for any misunderstanding: "As long as Mr. Chun doesn't look this way, I absolutely won't let him discover that there is a third person in this quiet room."

  He said with a smile, his eyes turning to look at me, the original faint smile bringing out a few playful meanings: "Besides, if I stayed outside, I'm afraid some people would think wildly again."

  My face turned red, and I glanced at him with a slight embarrassment, while Chun Yu's intention was to say something again, but suddenly he turned his gaze to stare at me, his eyes brazenly and unapologetically.

  I was somewhat displeased, but then I heard Nan Chengyao's voice faintly ringing out: "Please let Mr. Chun take the pulse for the princess."

  Junyi's eyes showed a hint of intention as he reached out his hand, while still fearlessly exploring the features under my veil. I was somewhat reluctant, but Nan Chengyao's gentle grasp on my shoulder made me unable to refuse him, so I extended my right wrist.

  His slender fingers slowly landed on my wrist, initially still focusing most of his attention on my face, but gradually, bit by bit, he concentrated his mind, and his expression also became increasingly focused, with a hint of excitement.

  "The princess was poisoned by 'Thousand Days Drunken Orchid', but later detoxified?"

  I nodded slightly, it seems this person's medical skills are indeed not in vain.

  "Who was it that helped the princess detoxify? Where are they now? Can I see them again?" His words were filled with undisguised expectation and interest.

  I didn't want unrelated people to know about my relationship with Su Xiu, so I shook my head and said: "This palace was fortunate enough to receive the help of a noble person by coincidence, but I don't know who he is or where he is now."

  Chun Yu Yi let out an "ah" and his face was filled with a mix of excitement and regret, as he slowly spoke: "'Painting eyebrows like frost', I never thought that in my lifetime I would be able to see this legendary needle technique. I thought that apart from the evil doctor Su of the valley, no one else in this world knew it... I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."

  After a moment of stunned silence, I interrupted his muttering: "Mr. Chun, how can you be so certain that the poison on my body was not cured by Dr. Gu Su?"

  He thoughtlessly opened his mouth and said: "Originally, in order to solve the toxicity of 'Thousand Days Drunken Orchid' and keep the princess safe, except for the original poisoner, only Mr. Su under the vast sky can do it, and this set of 'Painting Eyebrows Like Frost' needle technique, Only he can do it. But I'm very curious, from the needle technique, it doesn't seem like him."

  I was taken aback again and asked: "What do you mean by this?"

  "'Painting eyebrows like frost' is the most extraordinary needle technique in the world, yet there are only a handful of people who can do it. Not only is this technique extremely difficult to learn, but more importantly, it also consumes too much mental energy. To save others, one must first harm oneself; saving others by three parts, harming oneself by seven parts. Therefore, even though this technique is unparalleled in its precision, it has slowly been lost over time. I thought that this technique had already become a legend."

  I didn't speak, and his voice continued to come: "From the pulse of the princess, the remaining poison has been cleared, and there is no more harm. The needle technique in front is exquisite and unparalleled, and it's indeed like Mr. Su personally did it. However, the princess's body is still weak, and it can be seen that the last solidifying and restoring needle technique was performed extremely softly and unstably. Although it barely saved the princess's life without worry, it doesn't seem to be from Mr. Su's hand no matter what."

  The blood color on my face faded away bit by bit, Chun Yu didn't know, but I was very clear that the one who detoxified me wasn't someone else, it was Su Xiuzhen.

  Is the soft and unstable needle technique in his mouth, doesn't it mean that in order to save me, he has already been hurt by the "drawing eyebrows like frost" which hurts oneself before saving others?

  I wanted to ask something, but the words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't make a sound. My whole body was stiff and I didn't know what to do. Just then, a pair of hands grasped my shoulders firmly, and the warmth from his palms spread through my body. Then, his voice rose up softly...

  "Could it be that Mr. Su's acupuncture treatment has injured the heart meridian, resulting in the subsequent needle techniques being soft and unstable?"

  He asked for me what I couldn't bring myself to ask, and though I was too weak to turn back and smile in gratitude, my heart was full of thanks.

  Junyi still shook his head: "Impossible. With Su's cultivation, the backlash from 'Painting Eyebrows like Frost' wouldn't be this severe."

  I recalled that when I bid farewell to Su Xiu, his expression was as usual and there was no sign of illness. He could even engage in a sword fight with Nan Chongyue. Although I still had some doubts in my heart, I felt slightly more at ease.

  Although Chun Yu Yi couldn't help but feel that something was off, she didn't intend to waste any more time and directly took up paper and pen to write a prescription for me. As she wrote, she said, "The poison has been completely eliminated, and the princess's body is actually fine. The medicine I'm prescribing is just a nourishing tonic; with proper care, she'll be okay."

  I took the square from him and thanked him lightly.

  He stared at me for a long time, then suddenly spoke up: "Considering you have some resemblance to Qing'er, I'll offer you one piece of advice - people are like lamps, thoughts are like oil; excessive thinking is harmless for ordinary people, even if it weakens them slightly, but it won't hurt their foundation. You're different, though. From your pulse, I can see that your body has been severely depleted, especially the top of your head, where the spirit converges, and the three crucial points of Baihui, Tianzhu, and Zanzhu are blocked, with stagnant blood and Qi. Even 'Hua Mei Ru Shuang' cannot be used to clear the blockage. Without a solid physical foundation to support you, yet still wanting to exhaust your mind with thoughts, it will only end in one way: the oil will run out, and the lamp will burn out."

  He stared at me blankly, then looked at me again before lowering his head to tidy up his medicine box. His voice came through, word by word: "Wisdom is often hurt, deep emotions are not long-lived, Your Highness should take care of yourself."

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