My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived-Chapter 35 - Angering Chu You

It really is the Silver Purple Thirteen Needles!

The hearts of the surrounding Imperial Physicians and doctors almost leapt out of their chests.

“Miss, you…” Dr.

Zhang wanted to ask more about the silver needles.

Baihan calmly interrupted him, “This acupuncture technique was taught to me by my master.

It is not taught to outsiders.

I already made an exception by letting you observe.”

After speaking, she nodded at them and turned to leave directly.

Those left behind felt an itching in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do.

“Sister Bai, please wait.”

Liu Shuxin had actually come out after her.

Baihan turned around and looked at her evenly, “I wonder what Miss Liu wants to instruct?”

“I heard that Sister Bai was also trapped in the mountains last night.

Did you see how Brother Su Yuan was injured?

I saw that he had many external injuries earlier.

Who was so heartless to hurt him so badly?”

Liu Shuxin’s face was full of innocence as she spoke.

Upon hearing this, Baihan said meaningfully, “I do not know exactly how the Princely Heir was injured last night.

But I feel that someone must have incited him to do something, then it failed…”

Upon hearing this, resentment coursed through Liu Shuxin’s heart, and she almost couldn’t keep her composure.

“It seems Sister Bai doesn’t know what happened either; I’ve disturbed you,” she said, taking a deep breath.

She then showed a gentle smile and turned to leave.

“Princess Consort, isn’t Miss Liu a bit off?”

This time, Ruolan was not just full of praise for Liu Shuxin; she also became suspicious.

“That’s progress.” Baihan reached out and pinched her cheek, smiling.

“Princess, Princess Consort, please don’t tease me.” Ruolan blushed, stamping her foot shyly.

Suddenly, a carriage stopped in front of the two women.

“Eighth Princess Consort, quick, get in the carriage.” Yan Lian poked his head out, saying cheerily to Baihan.

Baihan lifted her skirt and quickly got into the carriage.

The carriage was spacious.

Yan Lin was also sitting there, holding a teacup, his handsome face partly obscured in the darkness.

Seeing this scene, Baihan’s heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.

“Eighth Princess Consort, I heard from Wei Jia that your what-you-may-call-it Silver Thirteen Needles are very impressive,” Yan Lian’s noisy voice entered her ears again.

“It’s Silver Purple Thirteen Needles.” Baihan corrected him, despite feeling helpless.

“Right, right, right, that’s the one,” Yan Lian said, his face full of admiration.

“Shut up,” a certain prince frowned, speaking coldly, “Ziyi, throw him out for me.”

“Yes, Prince,” Ziyi replied.

Before Yan Lian could react, he was being dragged away.

“No, Eighth Prince Brother, I still have many questions to ask Eighth Princess Consort,” Yan Lian’s voice grew fainter, and the carriage finally quieted down.

Baihan used her peripheral vision to steal glances at the prince several times and finally couldn’t help but to ask, “Prince, if you are unwell, why didn’t you rest at the Prince Residence?”

“I was out handling some business and passed by, so I came to pick you up,” Yan Lin said casually, explaining without any particular expression.

Oh, so that’s how it is.

Chu Baihan had held a glimmer of expectation in her heart, but now she felt despondent instead.

Outside, Ziyi and Ziwu looked at each other…

Alas, the Prince was being insincere again.

Sitting opposite him, Chu Baihan spoke about the incident at Guangming Hall and then said solemnly, “I believe that the legitimate daughter of the Liu Family must have recognized my identity.

It must have been her who signalled Su Yuan to harm me.”

“The Liu Family?” Yan Lin muttered these words, his eyelids drooping to shield the darkness deep within his eyes.

After a long wait without a response, Chu Baihan continued in a subdued voice, “After today, I suspect that quite a few people will be able to investigate my identity.

Could this possibly have a detrimental effect on you?”

“My situation is already precarious enough, what harm could a little more do?” Yan Lin replied coldly.

Hearing this, Chu Baihan’s brows furrowed deeply, feeling as though she had become a burden to him.

Sensing her emotional decline, Yan Lin’s tone softened slightly, “Don’t worry, the Prince Residence, no matter how bad, is not so easily destroyed.”

Reassured by his words, Chu Baihan finally felt at ease.

The carriage quieted down once again.

She leaned her head against the side of the carriage, overcome with sleepiness.

She had not slept well the previous night and had just used silver needles to save someone; even with her strong constitution, she couldn’t hold on.

And so, she began to drift off into a deep sleep.

At that moment, Yan Lin slowly lifted his gaze.

He could faintly see her petite body leaning against the corner, and his heart inexplicably stirred.

He quickly moved over to her side, letting her lean against his chest.

…

Because of the incident at Guangming Hall, Chu Baihan’s reputation had completely spread.

Many people had not yet identified her as the Princess Consort, but having seen her entering and exiting Qianling Pavilion, they soon realized that she was the owner of Qianling Pavilion.

Furthermore, with the Tang Sect delivering a large quantity of medicinal herbs, and after a reorganization, Qianling Pavilion truly came to life.

Many who suffered from complex diseases sought out Chu Baihan for treatment.

Chu Baihan hadn’t expected there to be so many people in the capital tormented by illness.

She did not refuse them; she tried to save as many as she could.

For those who truly couldn’t afford the medical expenses, she allowed them to work at Qianling Pavilion to mitigate their financial distress.

Moreover, after the incident at Bright Hall of the Su Family, not only patients, but doctors too feared to approach it.

Thus, the reputation of Qianling Pavilion grew even louder.

For half a month, Chu Baihan was mostly busy living at Qianling Pavilion.

While she saved others, she also awaited news.

Finally, the day arrived that she had been waiting for.

“Chu Baihan, it really is you, you wretch!”

As Mrs.

Jiang and Chu You entered the Qianling Pavilion, Chu You burst into a loud scolding.

Luckily, there were no patients at that time, and Chu Baihan emerged from behind the screen, removing her veil, and looked at them both with an indifferent expression.

“Mrs.

Jiang, little sister, I hope you are well,” she said.

“Who’s your little sister, you wretch!

You actually want to ruin me, what kind of sister are you!” Chu You screamed shrilly.

“Ruin you?

Little sister, what do you mean by that?”

Chu Baihan sat down, picked up a teacup, and while sipping tea, casually asked.

“Don’t play dumb.

It’s because of what you said that day at Guangming Hall about soliciting happiness that the Su Family petitioned the Emperor to decree my marriage to Su Yuan.

The imperial decree has already arrived at the Chu Residence!” Chu You yelled like a shrew.