TGCFNM -Chapter 514 Returning to Treat the Wound

Chu Ling returned to the Wan residence as if her soul had left her body, walking slowly toward the front hall.

Several lamps were lit in the hall, making the room brightly illuminated.

Wan Sanjin and Su He were sitting inside, seemingly chatting about something. When Wan Sanjin noticed someone outside, he picked up an oil lamp and went out to greet them.

“Sir, you’re back—… Aah! A ghost!” Wan Sanjin jumped in fright, almost throwing the oil lamp in his hand.

Chu Ling froze for a moment, thinking Wan Sanjin had somehow gained the ability to see ghosts. But after a second, she realized that the “ghost” he was talking about… was her.

“Look carefully—who are you calling a ghost!” Chu Ling yanked off her face covering and glared angrily at Wan Sanjin.

Wan Sanjin hugged himself in fear and even stepped back. Under the light of the oil lamp, Chu Ling’s blood-smeared face looked hardly any different from a vicious ghost.

“Sir… did you go down there and then come back up again?” Wan Sanjin felt like he was about to cry from fright.

Chu Ling didn’t understand what he meant by “went down and came back up.”

At that moment, Cui Xi spoke somewhat hesitantly, “Master Wan means… Miss went to hell and then returned to the human world?”

Only then did Chu Ling understand. She casually wiped some blood from her face and suddenly smeared it onto Wan Sanjin’s face before walking straight into the front hall.

Su He had just taken a sip of tea. When he suddenly saw Chu Ling’s appearance, he immediately choked and spat it out.

“Cough, cough—M-my lord—cough, cough, cough—you—cough cough…”

Chu Ling calmly sat down. “Chu Yue slashed my face. She said the blade was poisoned. I also used the dagger you gave me and cut her arm.”

Su He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and quickly stepped forward to examine the wound.

“It’s fine. The wound hasn’t rotted yet. You won’t die.”

Chu Ling: “…”

Seeing that Chu Ling inside the room cast a shadow, Wan Sanjin finally relaxed and walked in holding the oil lamp.

“Not that I’m saying anything, sir, but you look way too terrifying like this…”

“Young Master, has the master returned?” Steward Liu hurried over with a lantern. But when he suddenly saw Wan Sanjin’s face, he threw the lantern straight at him, his voice angry and trembling.

“Where did this evil ghost come from? Be gone immediately!”

Wan Sanjin: “…Sir, was this how you felt just now?”

“Young Master?” Hearing the familiar voice, Steward Liu hurried forward and picked up the lantern. “Young Master! Don’t play such tricks in the middle of the night!”

After saying that, Steward Liu entered the front hall—but when he saw Chu Ling’s face, he was startled again.

Chu Ling quickly explained, “Steward Liu, my face is injured. It’s just covered in blood.”

Steward Liu hurried over anxiously. Looking at the wound on Chu Ling’s face, he frowned with concern.

“The wound doesn’t look big. Why is there so much blood?”

“Because it’s deep. That Chu Yue was quite ruthless.” Su He asked Steward Liu to prepare some hot water and alcohol. After leaving Chu Ling with Wan Sanjin, he went to prepare medicine.

Wan Sanjin went to a nearby room, fetched a bronze mirror, and handed it to Chu Ling.

“Sir, take a good look at yourself.”

Chu Ling frowned and accepted it. When she saw her reflection, even she was startled.

“I look like this, yet Prince Qi didn’t change his expression at all. That’s impressive.”

Putting down the mirror, she waited for Steward Liu to bring the hot water. Then she carefully wiped the blood from her face.

Once the blood was cleaned away, the knife wound became much more obvious.

Chu Ling hissed softly and carefully cleaned the wound with alcohol. When Su He returned with the prepared medicine, she sprinkled it onto the wound.

After Chu Ling finished applying the medicine, Su He wrapped half of her face with bandages. It ended up looking like she had suffered an extremely serious injury, with several layers wrapped around her face.

Chu Ling looked at herself in the bronze mirror and was speechless.

Wan Sanjin couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing. The laughter only grew louder. “Hahaha, hahaha! My lord, now no one will be able to recognize you, hahahahaha!”

Chu Ling glared at Wan Sanjin. “You’d better be careful, or I’ll drug you in the middle of the night—using the very prescription Su He prepared.”

Wan Sanjin immediately fell silent as if someone had grabbed his throat. He even made a gesture of sealing his mouth. “My lord, I won’t laugh at you anymore.”

Chu Ling turned angrily to Su He. “Your poison is stronger than hers, right?”

Su He puffed out his chest proudly. “Of course!”

Chu Ling finally felt relieved. Although the wound was on her face, it could be considered a blessing in disguise—it covered half her face. Besides, she had previously taken the Hundred-Poison Pill and had managed to withstand Chu Yue’s poison, so it wasn’t a big problem.

But on Chu Yue’s side… whether she could endure it was another matter.

Meanwhile, after returning to her private residence, Chu Yue increasingly felt that something was wrong with her arm. She removed her outer robe and rolled up her sleeve, only to discover that the small wound she hadn’t paid much attention to earlier had swollen into a dark purplish color. Even the flesh around the wound had turned black.

Not good!

Chu Yue’s expression darkened. She immediately went to the pharmacy room, swallowed several detoxification pills in succession, then picked up a brand-new dagger. After scorching it over a flame, she prepared to cut away the rotting flesh.

“Chu Yue?”

Fu Qingyu’s voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Chu Yue gritted her teeth, pulled down her sleeve, and walked out after opening the door. “Why are you here?”

“You’re the one who asked me to come. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.” Fu Qingyu stood two or three steps away. When he saw her come out, he turned and walked toward a nearby stone table.

Chu Yue walked over, cold sweat forming on her forehead. “I asked you here today to discuss the matter the day after tomorrow. I hoped we wouldn’t make any mistakes. But I was injured today, so I can’t talk much with you.”

“You’re injured? Where were you hurt?” Fu Qingyu asked with a frown.

Chu Yue looked at him carefully, observing his expression. “At Prince Qi’s residence.”

“You went to Prince Qi’s residence? Isn’t only the Princess Consort there now?” Fu Qingyu said.

Chu Yue slowly explained, “I went to see how much longer the Princess Consort could live. But unexpectedly, I ran into Chu Ling. We fought fiercely. I slashed her face with my dagger, and she cut my arm.”

Fu Qingyu noticed her arm hanging somewhat unnaturally and probed, “If you can’t even lift your arm, it shouldn’t be just a scratch, right?”

“Not just that. Her dagger was poisoned,” Chu Yue said.

Fu Qingyu frowned slightly. “My lord doesn’t make poison. It was probably prepared by Su He. So—can it be cured?”

“Of course it can.” Chu Yue gave a faint smile. “Why don’t you ask whether my dagger was poisoned?”

“There’s no need to ask. Of course it was.” Fu Qingyu looked at her calmly, his expression unchanged.

Chu Yue scoffed softly. “You’re not worried? Aren’t you always the one who cares the most about your friends?”

“If it were truly serious, Sanjin would definitely have come looking for me. But he didn’t. That means my lord is fine. But judging from the way you look now… it seems the one in trouble is you.” Fu Qingyu said as he slowly stood up. “Since you need to detoxify, I’ll leave first. Once the matter the day after tomorrow succeeds, we can meet again.”

Chu Yue stood up with her injured arm, her gaze icy. “You’re really heartless. Can’t you at least show a little concern for me?”

“Why would I? You don’t need it.” Fu Qingyu turned and left. “Everyone just takes what they need—that’s what you told me.”