Zhao Chuan's face turned black and was stumped.
He was tongue-tied!
Yan Xing still had a warm smile plastered on his face as he looked at Zhao Chuan but his eyes were tranquil as a night and it was tinted with a cold light.
Prime Minister Zhao was petrified when he looked into Yan Xing's eyes and immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Your Highness is right, it all belongs to ling'er. The Zhao family would not dare to covet"
Yan Xing's eyes turned into the crescent moon and said, "Prime Minister Zhao is magnanimous and righteous, I know that a subject trusted by my Royal Father would never stoop so low as to covet the possessions of her daughter, not to mention the betrothal gifts"
Prime Minister Zhao nearly coughed out a mouthful of blood hearing what Yan Xing just said. "Your Highness overpraises me"
Zhao Ling and Murong Xue covertly looked into each other's eyes and twitched their lips listening to Fifth Prince Yan Xing and Prime Minister Zhao Chuan's conversation.
It was not only them but, the servants of the Zhao family also had their lips pursed tightly not daring to let out a sound. Jingsheng was no better but on the surface, he still carried a stoic face.
Zhao Ling didn't understand what Yan Xing was up to. On the surface, it appeared that Yan Xing was siding with her but with her years of experience she knew that he had a hidden agenda. She had a feeling that the so-called 'Impotent and useless Prince' title hanging on the Fifth Prince had a layer to it. Only by peeling off that layer would she be able to his true face.
Yan Xing had a sly smile on his face as he observed Zhao Ling's expression.
The awkward atmosphere in the front yard was broken by a string of hurried footsteps.
"Master, master.. something is wrong with the Third…Third Young Miss ", the servant panted as he said.
"What? What happened to Yue'er?" Zhao Chaun's expression turned ghastly and he was about to scurry away but remembered the Fifth Prince.
As he was conflicting over it, Yan Xing said, "Minister Zhao, I heard about the Third Young Miss Zhao. It was my negligence before to not visit my future sister-in-law. If you don't mind, may I visit her now"
"Of course, you can, Your highness. It's just that she is currently not in a decent state", Zhao Chuan heaved a sigh of relief and led Yan Xing to Zhao Yue's courtyard.
Zhao Ling followed behind too.
"Master Wang is in the main hall, did you inform him", Zhao Chuan asked the servant anxiously.
The servant shook his head and replied, "Master, Master Wang is not in the main hall"
"What?" Zhao Chuan cried.
"Prime Minister Wang managed to invite Divine Doctor Venerable Wang?" Yan Xing asked with his brows raised as if he was astonished.
Zhao Chuan collected himself and replied, "Yes, Your Highness, this subject was lucky enough to invite the Divine Doctor"
As they converse, they came to Zhao Yue's courtyard and heard a hoarse whining sound.
Inside the room, Zhao Yue was twisting her body on the bed. The bandages were in a mess as she cried out. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes red. Everyone could see that she was going through agonizing pain.
"Yue'er, don't move. don't", Concubine Mu tried to hold Zhao Yue.
Yan Xing furrowed his brows when he came into the room. Looking at Zhao Yue's condition and the stench emitting from her, Yan Xing had only one word in his mind.
'Ruthless'
If everything was premeditated as he had thought then this person might have an immense hatred towards the Third Young Miss of the Zhao family.
As he thought of it, his eyes darted towards Zhao Ling.
"What happened to Yue'er? What's going on?" Zhao Chuan staggered over.
At the same time, a red-figure flashed inside the room and shot a needle at Zhao Yue's head.
Zhao Yue stopped twisting her body and her eyelids slowly dropped down.
"Master Wang, what did you just do?" Zhao Chaun asked apprehensively.
Master Wang retracted his slender arm and walked over to Zhao Yue. He took Zhao Yue's pulse and said, "Minister Zhao, your daughter is suffering from corpse disease. People suffering from this disease will have their flesh rot within a week and after the flesh started to rot to the bone, the person will suffer from unbearable itchiness. Just now your daughter was experiencing that itch. If she keeps moving and tried to scratch her body, the result will only be gory. So, I briefly put her into sleep"
Venerable Wang didn't explain further but all the people present in the room understood the situation. If Zhao Yue were to scratch her rotting body then, all left on her body will be her white bones.
Zhao Chuan thought that Venerable Wang was more patient now than before.
"Master Wang, you said before that my daughter can be saved, is it true?" Zhao Chuan asked probingly, his brows taut with anxiety.
Venerable Wang nodded his head and brimming with confidence, he replied, "If this venerable one said that I can save her then, I can, but as I have said before, the scars will remain and there is no remedy to it.
Zhao Chuan and Concubine Mu looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes. Zhao Yue's whole body was covered in puss and was rotting, her face was no exception. If the scars were to remain then, even if she is healed Zhao Yue will not be able to adapt to it.
As one of the well-known beauties of the capital, Zhao Yue had many pursuers and many noble young men from imminent families had come to ask for her hand in marriage but Zhao Chuan turn them down. It was because he wanted to marry her daughter into the royal family. The Emperor had yet to pick a crown prince from among the five princes so he was planning to marry Zhao Yue to the crown prince so that he can later enjoy the status of the father of the Empress and the Emperor's father-in-law.
He was a man of ambition. But now, everything was crumbling down.
"What about the Regeneration ointment from the Immortal's Touch pavilion that can heal any type of scar?"