Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When Su Yingxue arrived at the cell, she smelled a stench. It was emitted by the fugitive’s body. It was probably because his wound had not been treated for many days. The smell of blood carried the smell of pus from the wound.
Su Yingxue tossed aside a few boards and proceeded to examine him.
“You have multiple fractures all over your body. Your legs and arms are completely broken. Yet, you managed to walk to the clinic. A true hero, you are.” Su Yingxue smiled helplessly.
This was probably the most troublesome patient she had ever had since she took over the clinic.
She removed his clothes and washed him with spring water, finally seeing his skin’s true color.
His wheat-colored skin indicated a disciplined martial artist. Numerous scars adorned his body, some from old injuries.
Su Yingxue realigned his bones, securing his limbs with wooden boards before treating the wounds.
As she worked, she speculated, “This person doesn’t seem like a criminal. He appears more like someone returning from the battlefield.”
Yet, she was certain she had never seen his clean face in either of her lifetimes.
Thinking himself in Yama’s Palace, Qin Muyan, upon opening his blurry eyes, was astonished to behold Su Yingxue’s stunning visage. “Are you Meng Po, guiding me through the afterlife?”
“Meng Po?” Su Yingxue laughed. “Have you ever seen such a young and beautiful Meng Po?”
“No.” Qin Muyan shook his head.
Meng Po could only be seen after death. If he didn’t see Meng Po now, he wasn’t dead!
This extraordinary woman before him had saved him.
“Answer my question first! What crime did you commit to be arrested?” Su Yingxue fixed him with a wary gaze.
Meeting her captivating eyes, Qin Muyan answered honestly, “I… I haven’t committed a crime. 1 don’t know why 1 was captured. Where is this place?”
“The Ministry of Justice’s prison,” Su Yingxue responded.
Observing the surroundings, Qin Muyan noticed it differed from the Great Wei Dynasty’s Ministry of Justice prison he knew. He frowned. “This isn’t the Great Wei Dynasty’s Ministry of Justice but the Great Cheng Dynasty?”
Su Yingxue was incredulous. “You don’t even know where you are?”
She felt some sympathy moments ago, presuming he left his hometown.
But what did he just say?
“Great Wei Dynasty’s prison? Are you from the Great Wei Dynasty?” Su Yingxue’s pupils contracted.
His wounds and the severity of his injuries suggested he wasn’t an ordinary person from the Great Wei Dynasty!
Her mother hailed from the Great Wei Dynasty!
“Your Great Wei Dynasty…”
Su Yingxue was about to inquire when Chu Chengye interrupted, “Su Yingxue, how dare you intrude into the Ministry of Justice’s prison!”
Bringing several people, he encircled Su Yingxue and Qin Muyan.
Su Yingxue had no choice but to stand and face Chu Chengye.
She flashed the cold jade in her hand, her cold eyes carrying a trace of arrogance. “Why can’t 1 break into the Ministry of Justice’s prison?”
“Imperial uncle’s cold jade…” Chu Chengye’s eyes widened, turmoil in his heart. “How is it with you? Su Yingxue, how dare you!”
“Seventh Prince, you should be more clear-headed. No one in the world dares to snatch the Ninth Prince’s things. If it appears in my hands, it’s undoubtedly a gift from the Ninth Prince..”