He Cannot Leave the Mansion Alive

"This person knows too much. He can't be kept alive," Xiao Jingyuan said coldly, thinking to himself that this guy was too close to those two Imperial Guards.

If news of what happened in the mansion reached the Capital City, given His Majesty's temperament, Prince Su's Mansion would likely be in big trouble.

Tang Wanxin, thinking of the strange terms Jiang Yun had mentioned, reached out to stop Xiao Jingyuan. "Young Master, he can't be killed yet."

"He has some knowledge of the Animal Husbandry Technique."

"Perhaps it will be helpful for the Prince's heart transplant."

Xiao Jingyuan fell silent for a moment after hearing this. "He cannot leave the mansion alive."

Tang Wanxin smiled. "The mansion is heavily guarded. Can he possibly escape?"

"You handle it." Xiao Jingyuan finished speaking and quickly left the dungeon. A heart transplant using the royal bloodline was a major matter that required his father's consent.

Seeing Xiao Jingyuan leave, Jiang Yun, lying on the operating table, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Wanxin's face held a hint of obsession as she crouched beside the table and whispered in Jiang Yun's ear, "Tell me, what do you know about the Animal Husbandry Technique?"

"If you satisfy me, I can't let you leave, but any other request can be fulfilled."

Her words carried a hint of seduction.

Jiang Yun turned to look at her and smiled. "Really?"

"I want something."

"Speak."

"I want a lock of your beautiful hair."

Tang Wanxin's eyebrows furrowed. She touched her hair, which was stained with blood. "What do you want my hair for?"

Jiang Yun blinked. "A special fetish."

"Also, you have to let me sit up, right? I can't chat with you while lying on the operating table."

Tang Wanxin frowned slightly and, after a moment of thought, untied Jiang Yun. "You'd better not try anything funny. The mansion is full of experts."

"If you dare to play tricks, you'll die a terrible death."

Tang Wanxin moved Jiang Yun to an iron stool and chained his feet to it.

Jiang Yun moved his hands, which were already slightly numb from being bound. "Miss Tang, the Animal Husbandry Technique you practice has another name: Anatomy."

"Anatomy?"

Jiang Yun nodded. "Of course. Anatomy is a medical technique for healing and saving lives, unlike your cruel methods..."

Prince Su's Mansion's main gate had five rooms, with three gates, the main hall had seven rooms, the left and right wings each had nine rooms, and the rear hall had five rooms. It was a grand structure.

Xiao Jingyuan strode quickly to a bedroom door, pushed it open, and entered. Inside were not only many servants but also two Imperial Physicians from the Capital City.

The two Imperial Physicians frowned.

On the bed lay a man in his fifties.

Xiao Yukang, the seventeenth-generation Prince Su.

"Cough... cough..."

Xiao Yukang's coughs could be heard continuously. He clutched his chest, knowing his time was short.

"Jingyuan, Jingyuan."

Seeing the person who had arrived, Xiao Yukang struggled to get up from the bed. "What did Miss Tang say?"

Xiao Jingyuan frowned and glanced at the two Imperial Physicians and the many servants in the room. "You all leave first."

"Yes."

The Imperial Physicians and servants exited the room.

He then knelt by the bedside and said, "Father, Miss Tang said that the heart transplant technique requires a heart that is connected by blood to Father..."

At this point, Xiao Jingyuan lifted his clothes, revealing his chest. "Your son is Father's legitimate heir, most closely related to you. Use my heart."

"Cough, cough, cough."

Xiao Yukang coughed heavily, spitting out blood.

He widened his eyes, gasping for breath, and said in a deep voice, "The Prince Consort and I only have you, our legitimate son. You are the next Prince Su. How can you give me your heart?"

"Upon learning of Father's serious illness, my second to seventh brothers have all returned to the mansion," Xiao Jingyuan said in a low voice.

Xiao Yukang closed his eyes and lay on the bed, saying in a deep voice, "Let me use Jing Qi's heart. Besides you, his temperament is most like mine, and I like him the most."

"His heart must be the most compatible with mine."

"He has also enjoyed much of the wealth and honor. This is what he owes me."

Xiao Jingyuan took a deep breath and nodded heavily. "Yes."

In the dungeon, Jiang Yun was discussing Anatomy with Tang Wanxin.

"Dissection, in fact, is a top-tier medical skill."

"For example, if a person's leg bone is shattered, stainless steel can be used to replace the human bone."

Tang Wanxin, like a student, held a booklet in her hand and jotted down Jiang Yun's words, but she also had a question: "Stainless steel?"

"It's iron that doesn't rust."

Tang Wanxin had a new question: "But if the bones are replaced, won't there be a rejection reaction?"

"Bones won't."

Tang Wanxin diligently took notes. Just then, Xiao Jingyuan's voice came from outside the Dungeon: "Miss Tang, are you ready?"

Tang Wanxin quickly got up and grabbed the tools from the workbench. However, as if remembering something, she asked, "Oh right, you mentioned disinfection?"

Her set of tools was stained with blood. If she made a cut, even if she successfully replaced the Prince's heart, she'd likely cause an infection.

"Just burn these tools with fire," Jiang Yun said in a deep voice. "Also, Miss Tang, what about the lock of hair you promised me?"

Tang Wanxin smiled faintly and said coldly, "You, with your strange sorcery, if I give you my hair, I fear it might be used against me."

"Just stay put obediently."

Watching Tang Wanxin's retreating back, Jiang Yun couldn't help but think to himself, as expected, a woman's words can't be trusted.

After waiting a moment longer, certain Tang Wanxin had left, Jiang Yun quietly began to chant: "The Way of Chaotic Reed, those who are not open shall be opened, those who are slightly open shall be fully opened, those who are fully open shall not be opened..."

Crack.

The iron lock binding his feet instantly opened.

Jiang Yun stood up and stretched his body slightly.

Having little magic power had its advantages.

During his time in the Dungeon, the magic power within his body had almost fully recovered.

He bit his finger, lifted his shirt, and began drawing Talismans on his abdomen.

He knew in his heart that the old Prince was doomed.

In his past life, with big data, he heard that organ transplants required a long matching period to find a suitable match.

Once the old Prince died, he, and likely Tang Wanxin too, wouldn't survive.

He needed to leave this damned place as soon as possible.

He walked to the Dungeon exit.

The outside of the Dungeon was locked.

Of course, that wouldn't stop him.

He chanted a passage from the Chaotic Reed Art, and with a crack, the lock outside the room fell open.

He gently pushed the door open.

The entrance to the Dungeon was a woodshed, quite hidden.

He observed the outside. There were two guards outside the woodshed.

However, the two of them were squatting on the ground, slacking off.

"What's the young master so busy with today? He even moved a lot of our brothers away."

Another person whispered, "The old Prince's health is failing, maybe it has something to do with this."

"So, does that mean the young master will soon become the Prince? My wife's distant cousin is the young master's wife's maid."

"Do you think my connections are strong enough? Maybe I'll get a promotion later."

"Alright, let's talk less about these things. It won't be good for us if any unauthorized personnel overhear."

"Sigh, we're so remote, where would any unauthorized personnel come from? Could the people locked up in the Dungeon possibly overhear us talking?"

As the two were talking, a wooden stick quietly appeared behind their heads.