"You talk too much!" Tang Zhuyun was really annoyed—did this man not understand human language or what? She was negotiating with him, so why was he looking for Linlin?
She didn't intend to let Linlin know about his biological father all at once; she needed to consider how to minimize the harm to him before making any further plans!
"If you speak again, I can't guarantee you'll live," Tang Zhuyun said bluntly. "If you've had enough of living, then I won't bother anymore. Your Highness, do you want to see Linlin now, or do you want to save your life?"
"I have something to tell Linlin."
"There's no need," Tang Zhuyun said irritably. "I've already stopped the bleeding. Next, I need to stitch up the wound. Even if God wants to take you, it'll take a few days. You have plenty of time to make your final arrangements."
A serious wound infection wouldn't just lead to immediate death.
It's a pity she doesn't have any space to store penicillin, otherwise she wouldn't have posted it now?
Song Jingyang and Huaishang quickly returned and gathered around the bed, watching Tang Zhuyun work intently.
The Prince of Jin was a tough man; even though cold sweat soaked the sheets, he didn't utter a sound.
Tang Zhuyun found the Prince of Jin's clothes dirty and in the way, so she simply stripped them off.
Prince of Jin: "You are not allowed to take off my pants!"
Tang Zhuyun: "Alright, I've seen more than you've eaten eggs. Do you think you're any better looking? Does that mean I can ascend to immortality just by looking at you? What are you two standing there for? Hold him down!"
Song Jingyang and Huaishang bewilderment.
Xiu'er had already plopped down on Prince of Jin's feet and yelled at Song Jingyang, "What are you doing! Hold your hands down!"
Song Jingyang immediately complied.
The Prince of Jin's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom. With his last strength, he said, "I won't move! Song Jingyang, take that idiot away!"
Song Jingyang said with difficulty, "No, Your Highness, please bear with it. We're counting on the Princess Consort, aren't we?"
A true man can endure humiliation, so he should just bear with this little bit of "slander"—actually, it's not really slander, since even if they are sons of dragons and phoenixes, the prince's genitals are indeed no different.
The Prince of Jin was grinding his teeth in frustration when he heard Xiu'er say, "You idiot, you're talking about me, Song Jingyang!"
Prince of Jin: "..."
Seriously, Xiu'er is absolutely his biggest nemesis, without a doubt.
Song Jingyang coaxed and pulled Xiu'er out.
Tang Zhuyun didn't hear any of this; she had entered a crucial stage where she couldn't afford to be careless.
She looked focused and serious as she bent down to treat the wound, sweat gradually beading on her forehead and nose.
"Wiping sweat," she said, her hands moving non-stop.
Huaishang, the only "third party" in the room: My hand is gone!
He did nothing wrong, yet the princess falsely accused him of being Linlin's biological father; if he were to wipe his sweat, would the next child be blamed on him for secretly harming someone?
I don't want to, I really don't want to.
Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea and slipped the handkerchief into the Prince of Jin's hand.
Prince of Jin actually raised his hand with great effort and wiped the sweat from Tang Zhuyun's face.
Tang Zhuyun didn't care about anything else. After stopping the bleeding and clearing the wound, she had to put the Prince of Jin's intestines back in and then start stitching up the wound.
Huaishang cried out in surprise, "Your Majesty, what are you doing!"
Did she think this was sewing clothes?
"If you can stitch up the wound, then you do it," Tang Zhuyun said expressionlessly.
In the blink of an eye, nearly two hours had passed, and she could clearly feel her physical exhaustion. She was now gritting her teeth and persevering.
She was so tired and hungry!
Even so, she was very responsible and tried her best to stitch the wound so that it didn't look too bad.
The prince is not married yet; he will need to find a woman in the future. He shouldn't scare her away.
Look how wonderful she is!
After finishing all this, Tang Zhuyun tossed aside the inconvenient but incredibly helpful tools, straightened up, and took a long breath. "Phew—ah? Your Highness, you're still conscious!"
This person hasn't fainted yet!
That steely will is truly a reliable support!
Huaishang asked excitedly, "Your Highness, is the Prince alright?"
"More or less, he shouldn't die, I mean he shouldn't."
"Your Highness, I will go and meet Nanxing!" Huaishang said excitedly.
Song Jingyang went out and never came back; he must have already left.
Nanxing is on stage again? Tang Zhuyun asked in surprise.
The person who disappeared after the Prince of Jin vanished has now returned?
The Prince of Jin said, "No matter what, bring her back. Maybe..."
He glanced at Tang Zhuyun.
Huaishang understood immediately; perhaps there was still hope. He then turned and walked out.
As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, his face full of misery. "Your Highness, I truly do not have one; I am still a virgin."
Another virgin appeared, and the Prince of Jin was so angry he almost fainted.
How shameful! Following him means you'll only be fit to be a bachelor forever?
The Prince of Jin told him to get lost, so he got lost on the Huaishang.
Tang Zhuyun sat on the footstool, too exhausted to tidy up.
Her hair was damp with sweat, clumped together, and her face was pale. She sat slumped against the bed, looking rather disheveled.
But the Prince of Jin saw her bright and spirited eyes—those piercing eyes that probably only Tang Zhuyun possessed.
"Tang Zhuyun!"
"Your Highness," Tang Zhuyun waved her hand, panting heavily, "Please calm down for a while and let me catch my breath. I'm exhausted from saving you."
Why hasn't this person fainted yet?
He needs to rest!
The Prince of Jin said, "Linlin is my son, not the one from the Huaishang."
Tang Zhuyun looked at him in surprise. "Your Highness, you... you'd do this just to get Linlin? Don't worry, you won't die. Even if you do, I'll get her back for you! So, there's no need to find the person who broke the pot, really..."
"Besides, you're so vigorous, there's absolutely no problem with you, you can still have children! Isn't there a Hongfu arranged for you outside? Maybe she's carrying a son!"
The Prince of Jin was so angry that he turned his head to face inside, refusing to speak.
Tang Zhuyun: You've finally fainted?
Wow, so agitated? I didn't realize you were such a sexist. Yanran is hopeless!
You think you can fly with just one or two hands?!
"Tang Zhuyun, I'll say it again: I was the one on the pleasure boat back then. You were chosen by Huaishang Shang to be given to me!"
Tang Zhuyun stared in disbelief. "Your Highness, is it true? You can't lie about this! This, this..."
"I was drugged, and I spent a hundred taels of silver to buy a courtesan on the Huaishang..."
"No, you must be mistaken! Mine was ten taels! The one with a hundred taels must belong to someone else."
The master should enjoy one hundred taels, and the servants ten taels; that's proper.
Maybe she's even the one with the buy-one-get-one-free offer... After all, it's said that Huaishang is notoriously stingy.
"It's you, no one else! Linlin is my son!"
Tang Zhuyun: "Oh, if that's true, then so be it. Don't get excited!"
Why don't you just faint and give me some time to Jingjing?
Oh my god, heavens and earth, why is this happening!
Why did she end up sleeping with the Prince of Jin?