After Tao Yunfeng left, Mammy Wu led several doctors in a hurry. These people were all famous doctors in Jianzhou City. Except for the imperial physicians in the imperial city, these people were the most respected.
These white-haired old men surrounded Su Yang and used all kinds of methods. They nodded, shook their heads, stroked their beards, and whispered to each other. Su Yang found it interesting and deliberately pulled their white beards to make trouble. He acted like a fool who knew nothing about the world vividly.
After about 30 minutes, they discussed and came to a conclusion. One of them, an old man with a beard, bowed to Wu Xueyan and said,
"Madam, according to our years of experience in medical practice, your son's injury is not serious. He will be fine after a few days of rest. As for his sudden forgetting of his relatives and his natural and innocent temperament, this may be the sequela of hitting his head. This kind of situation is also recorded in ancient books. There is no danger to his life. Some people can return to normal after three to five days, but some people …"
Speaking of this, he hesitated. Wu Xueyan said lightly, "Sir, you can say it."
Seeing this, the man said bluntly, "Some people can't return to normal for a lifetime. Madam, you'd better make a plan as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xueyan suddenly stiffened, and she secretly clenched her fists tightly. However, she still had a cold and indifferent expression on her face as she said, "Perhaps this is karma. All the sins he committed in the past are now retribution on his own head."
Mammy Wu hurriedly persuaded, "Madam, don't say angry words. Our young master is a person who has good fortune and longevity. It is common for young people to make mistakes. Buddha is merciful and will forgive him." She turned to the old man with a beard and said, "Doctor Liang, since you said this is an illness, you must come up with a cure. There must be a prescription for the illness."
Doctor Liang lamented, "This illness is incurable. The limbs and internal organs of the human body all have vital points. Among them, the head is the most important. If the hands and feet are broken, he can still live, but the head can't be damaged. Even a divine doctor wouldn't dare to treat it rashly, let alone a quack like me. Madam, please find someone else."
Wu Xueyan gently closed her eyes and waved her hand. Seeing this, Mama Wu hurriedly stepped forward to lead the doctors out.
After they left, Su Yang took Wu Xueyan's hand and asked curiously, "Who are they? Why did they leave? Why are they quacks? They call you Madam, do you call them Madam? "
He had become a real-life version of 100,000 Whys, pretending to be very cheerful!
Wu Xueyan stared at him. After a long time, she suddenly smiled. Her sharp eyes softened, but it made Su Yang's hair stand on end.
Wu Xueyan faintly said, "This is a good thing." She stroked Su Yang's head and slowly said, "If you don't understand anything, you won't be sad. You won't remember that it was your parents who pushed you into the fire pit. If you are lucky enough to come back, mother will teach you well in the future and won't let you take another wrong step."
Su Yang didn't show any reaction on the surface, but his heart was extremely bitter. Was she determined to send him to atone for his sins? Was there really no room for discussion?
Although Jing Cheng was the target of this attack, the current situation was really unfavorable for him. If he foolishly entered the palace, it would be no different than a sheep entering a tiger's den. He would definitely be eaten alive, not even a strand of hair left!
His only support now was Wu Xueyan. She was Wu Xingde's only daughter. In the past, Wu Xingde had followed the previous Emperor to the battlefield and conquered tens of thousands of rivers and mountains. In his hands, not only did he have a death exemption, he could also command tens of thousands of imperial guards at will.
If there was anyone in the Great Ming who could contend against Jing Cheng, it would be the first-ranked general, Wu Xingde.
But this Wu Xingde was frighteningly honest, and Wu Xueyan had inherited his personality. This father and daughter pair were famous for being stubborn. It didn't matter if the one who made a mistake was their own son or their own grandson. A mistake was a mistake, and they had to accept the punishment.
Now, in their eyes, Jing Cheng was a great hero who fought bravely without regard for his own safety and served the country loyally. And he himself was a treacherous scoundrel. Even if he was tortured to death by Jing Cheng, it would serve him right.
Although he also felt that the original owner's actions were unkind, he was fighting on the frontlines and was about to die. As his fiancée, couldn't you just put on an act? Even if you put on an act, it would be fine. Why did you have to be so realistic? Seeing that he was no longer useful, you hurriedly cut off all relations with him and didn't leave yourself any way out …
He was the child of destiny, how could it be so easy for him to accept a boxed meal! Now that he had broken her heart, how was he going to get a good impression of him?
Wu Xueyan didn't know that under his seemingly pure appearance, he was crazily ridiculing her. She didn't dare to look at him again, afraid that she wouldn't be able to harden her heart against this child-like son of hers. She abruptly got up and walked out of the room, leaving only one sentence.
"Take good care of the young master."
She didn't say the rest of her words, but the servants all knew that once the young master's injuries were healed, he would most likely be tied up and brought to the Fifth Prince's residence to beg for forgiveness.
This tyrannical eldest son of Minister Shangshu was completely defeated this time.
…
The next day, the soldiers who were fighting in the Mobei Dynasty were still in court.
Whether it was the people of the entire Jianzhou City or the civil and military ministers in the imperial court, they were all happy. The Tapa Tribe in the north had lived in the desert for generations. Their men were all brave and good at fighting. In recent decades, they had stirred up many conflicts in the Mobei Dynasty, which had always been a sore point in the Daming Dynasty. From time to time, they would feel pain and make the people miserable.
The Daming Dynasty was a great country, so naturally, they couldn't tolerate being provoked like this. They had sent troops to the north several times in succession, but they repeatedly lost soldiers and generals and ended up in a hurry.
When Jing Cheng asked for permission to go to the war, everyone laughed at him for overestimating himself. In the past ten years, many excellent generals had died in the Mobei Dynasty. How could he, a pampered member of the royal family, have any ability?
Who would have thought that he not only came back alive, but also recovered the lost land in the north in just three years and drove the Tapa Tribe hundreds of miles away from the border, which made the barbarians tremble with fear. It was really satisfying and deterred the foreign enemies.
At this moment, he was riding a scarlet red horse and walking at the front of the group. He wore a dark black python robe embroidered with gold, his handsome face had a cold expression, and his entire body carried a bloodthirsty baleful aura. It was a calm aura that had been tempered thousands of times on the battlefield and over a thousand days and nights of bloody battles, and it was condensed into this calm aura.
People who had once laughed at him for being a one-armed prince and an old cow eating young grass all shut their mouths. They even felt their legs trembling when they looked at him, not to mention talking about him in private.
The noble ladies in the city originally came to welcome the big hero, but they didn't expect that although the hero was still a hero, he was not the cold-faced prince three years ago, but a devil with a strong smell of blood.
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