Lin Taichu handed the Sunward Grass to Old Man of Medicine. "It was all thanks to Old Zhou. Otherwise, I might really not have made it back. Old Man of Medicine, how should this Sunward Grass be used? When do you think we can begin the treatment?"
Old Man of Medicine took the Sunward Grass and inspected it carefully before saying, "This Sunward Grass is very fresh. Its medicinal properties are excellent."
"Come over starting tomorrow. I'll brew medicine for you with the Sunward Grass and combine it with the Soft Tendon Art. Within a month, your meridians should be mostly restored, and your cultivation should return to its former level."
Lin Taichu was delighted. "Really? That's wonderful! Thank you, Old Man of Medicine!"
Old Man of Medicine waved a hand. "No need to thank me. Just put in the effort yourself. Come early tomorrow morning. Don't be late."
Lin Taichu acknowledged him, chatted with Old Man of Medicine for a few more moments, then got up and returned to the Prince's Mansion.
Lin Taichu had barely returned to the Prince's Mansion and had not yet had time to tell the Prince about Old Man of Medicine's treatment plan when an attendant invited him to the study.
The moment he entered, he saw the Prince sitting in his chair, his brows tightly furrowed. He gripped a memorial in his hand, and his expression looked even worse than when Lin Taichu had been poisoned.
Lin Taichu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried forward. "Prince, did something happen?"
The Prince looked up at him, sighed, and set the memorial on the table. His voice was extremely heavy. "Taichu, the Dark Guard we arranged is gone."
Lin Taichu froze. "Gone? What do you mean? Did the Third Prince's people discover him?"
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