Those words carried the kind of horror that felt all too real in a film or TV drama.
Shen Yangge's face was pale. His lips trembled before he forced out a "smile." "Your Highness, I have my reasons, but I can't explain them. I didn't mean to..."
Before he could finish, Chu Xuanzhen carried him toward the entrance of the Imperial Medical Bureau, his steps graceful and dignified, even a little unhurried.
Yet that very air of nobility and composure left Shen Yangge uneasy in his arms.
[Is he really going to break my legs?!]
[That would hurt so much. No, no, I can't let him break them.]
Shen Yangge pictured the miserable state he would be in without his legs, and his face grew even paler. He pressed his lips together, desperately wishing he could turn into a dragon and fly straight away.
But there were conditions he had to meet before he could become a dragon.
At that thought, Shen Yangge's eyes suddenly lit up. Why hadn't he thought of that earlier?
He ventured in a quiet voice, "Your Highness, my Dragon Horns..."
Chu Xuanzhen ignored him completely, leaving him to talk to himself like a total jerk.
That wasn't going to work!
As they passed through the corridor toward the entrance, the imperial physicians dared not look their way. One Old Imperial Physician, however, seemed to recognize him.
The Old Imperial Physician held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking in his aged voice, "Your Highness, may I ask where you are taking my young apprentice?"
Chu Xuanzhen stopped. "He is not your apprentice."
There was a clear trace of murderous intent in his tone. Even Shen Yangge could sense it, so surely the Old Imperial Physician could too and wouldn't dare ask any