The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer

Chapter 1378 - 1462: Let the Ninth Princess Choose for Herself

It is understandable, after all these years, in the situation of Prince Meng, without some precautions, he might have already entered Hell’s door.

The butler saw the prince and the imperial doctor struggling over this and suddenly proposed, "Your Highness, why not let His Highness Ninth make the decision himself, what do you think?"

Prince Meng frowned, "In a few days, it will be the day when Ninth Sister wakes up. Whenever she wakes up, it doesn’t last long. Letting her make this choice herself..."

Prince Meng forcefully closed his eyes, recalling how not long ago, he sent Liang Shujun to that small estate on the outskirts of the Capital. The Dong Baowei he saw was no longer in the guise of an aging old nun, but a beautiful young lady.

At least, since the resurgence is no longer a threat to them, they won’t target Ninth Sister again. Moreover, this person is indeed remarkable; the Phoenix Blood of the Ji family royalty has always been a closely guarded secret, yet there are always those well-informed who would target this Phoenix Blood. They believe that by consuming the holder of the Phoenix Blood, they can lift the resurgence within themselves, thus avoiding the fate of premature aging and death.

But this is the first time someone has developed something quite similar to Phoenix Blood, and it even solves the dangers brought by the resurgence.

This ’Dong Baowei’ is truly brilliant!

"Alright then, actually deep down I understand as well, with her ability, without mentioning anything else, just her Poisonous Gu Art, if she truly harbored ill intentions towards me or Ninth Sister, she wouldn’t need to make much effort to make us die without a trace, even after death, the most brilliant coroner would struggle to determine the cause of death. Yet I was unjustly suspicious of a noble heart. However..." It is truly difficult to find peace without utter certainty in matters of the heart.

With a bitter smile, "Then let Ninth Sister decide for herself. Send a message outside the Capital tomorrow, inform them, ask the marshal to prepare, and when Ninth Sister regains consciousness, accompany me into the palace!"

"Yes!"

Having made the decision, it was like a huge stone was removed from Prince Meng’s heart, and he relaxed, lazily sitting in the Taishi chair, but with an empty expression, as if thinking a lot, yet seeming free of distractions, as if thinking of nothing at all.

She, with her heavy heart, truly too heavy!

...

Since ancient times, the Imperial Palace seemed splendid on the surface, yet within its court was hidden much filth and corruption. The palace has a special darkroom used for execution, and now in this darkroom, only a single oil lamp is lit.

All around it was dark, yet a man’s eyes emitted a burning light. In his hand, he clutched a sharp knife as thin as a cicada’s wings. This man was Yun Long, the medicine slave of the poison doctor Yun Shuihan.

Tied to the desk before Yun Long was a person, this person was a close servant in Prince Meng Mansion and also the Prime Minister’s spy placed beside Prince Meng.

Yun Long stared fiercely at this person, who, in his hands, was truly neither dead nor alive, worse than death, suffering agonizing torture!

With a blood-thirsty and frenzied expression on his face, Yun Long licked his own dry lips, pulling a pathological yet madly sinister smile at the corners of his mouth.

He squeezed the man’s jaw, "Will you speak or not?"

Since being captured, this person had endured countless tortures, yet his vitality was notably resilient, still holding onto half a breath.

"I spit!"

This person spat at Yun Long fiercely, "Kill or flay, do as you will!" This was a tough nut to crack, despite suffering countless tortures, he still refused to yield.

Yun Long wiped away the spit from his face and laughed coldly. Suddenly, his hand moved, and the sharp knife swiftly pierced into this person’s wrist.