Tang Zhuyun needs Jingjing and Jingjing, and so does the Prince of Jin.
The difference is that Tang Zhuyun needs time to process her "ill-fated relationship" with Prince of Jin, while Prince of Jin, in addition to the joy of "having a son by chance," now has an additional layer of confusion.
Who exactly is Tang Zhuyun?
Her medical skills were superb and exquisite, and she had her own unique style. He had never even heard of her before, let alone seen her.
With such severe injuries, everyone, including herself, thought she was doomed, but she remained calm and composed.
The Prince of Jin was deeply shocked.
After Tang Zhuyun left, she sat in the flower hall in a daze.
Linlin is the son of the Prince of Jin, so wouldn't he be the Prince of Prince of Jin's eldest legitimate son?
Who could believe such an astonishing thing?
If she didn't know Prince of Jin, and if she didn't actually remember Huaishang, she would even suspect that Prince of Jin was resorting to any means to get her and was just spouting wild nonsense.
--Of course, not for her sake, but for the support of her father and brothers.
But the Prince of Jin is not that kind of person!
He values family ties very much, as can be seen from his attitude towards Yanran.
Moreover, there is absolutely no doubt about their statements.
So, God, are you just playing a cruel joke on me?
How is she going to explain this to Linlin?!
Just then, Linlin and Yanran's voices came from outside.
The two little ones arrived, but Xiu'er stopped them outside the courtyard.
"It's alright, let them in," Tang Zhuyun said.
The two children entered, Yanran asked curiously, "Mother, what's wrong? Why did Xiu'er keep stopping us from coming in?"
Linlin looked inside and asked, "Auntie, has the Prince returned?"
"Oh, my own son, is that all he knows?" Tang Zhuyun thought sadly.
"Yes."
"Then, is it because it's too late and we've disturbed you and the Prince?"
Tang Zhuyun's eyes widened immediately. "Linlin, who taught you to say that?"
Linlin said, "Nanny Rong."
"Ah?"
Yanran explained, "After Concubine Meng entered the house, Nanny Rong said that we were not allowed to disturb her and Lord Tang, especially at night."
Tang Zhuyun breathed a sigh of relief, "My situation is different from theirs, unlike the prince's."
"How is it different?" Yanran asked, tilting her head.
Tang Zhuyun: "Anyway, it's different. It's getting late, His Highness should rest. Why don't you two come see him again tomorrow?"
This would have been enough to cover it up, but then Song Jingyang and Huaishang returned with Nanxing, who was seriously injured. Things got interesting, and the truth could no longer be hidden.
Tang Zhuyun treated Nanxing's injuries as ordered by the Prince of Jin, which took several hours.
If it weren't for the memories of performing several surgeries back-to-back in her past life still lingering in her consciousness, she simply wouldn't have been able to hold on.
The sky was already bright when Prince of Jin looked at the two little heads gathered around his bed, their concerned eyes filling him with a sense of comfort.
After all those unspeakable hardships, Heaven ultimately made amends to him.
He had thought he had no close relatives left... but then, Linlin came.
As for the Emperor, he is not under consideration.
"Father, are you still in pain? Yanran warm you up, okay?"
"Your Highness, you had a fever last night, but it has subsided now."
The Prince of Jin reached out and patted each of their heads, finding them both very pleasing. He asked, "Where is your aunt?"
"I'm dizzy." Xiu'er said irritably as she brought in the water.
The Prince of Jin suddenly tensed up. "What's going on?"
"Wasn't it all to save you and that annoying Nanxing?" Xiu'er said. "After the Princess finished treating Nanxing's wounds, she said 'It's nothing,' and then collapsed to the ground."
Tang Zhuyun: Why make such a fuss! She just fell asleep as soon as she lay down, okay?
"And now?"
"Of course I dragged him to the couch," Xiu'er said. "Really, Your Highness, nothing good has ever happened since I met you!"
Prince of Jin ignored her complaints and said, "You don't need to serve me here. Go and take care of the Princess."
"I'm not here to serve you; I'm here to help the two young masters with their washing up, as Her Highness the Princess just instructed."
Or could she come?
Tang Zhuyun took a nap and got up when the sun was high in the sky.
"How is the prince?" she asked Xiu'er, who was holding a rag and seemed eager to wipe the table clean.
Xiu'er: "I'm fine!"
Tang Zhuyun looked up at the ceiling and said with obvious pain, "His Highness is so badly injured, I'm afraid he won't be able to walk. How unbearable it will be to be together day and night from now on!"
Especially now, he is Linlin's biological father.
She was dreaming about this all along.
She had a strong premonition that this matter would seriously affect her and Linlin's future life!
Xiu'er rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't that what you asked for? If you hadn't saved me last night, wouldn't you be free of all this trouble?"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
"So what if you're soft-hearted? Why are you saying all this nonsense? You should get up and go check on the Prince; I feel something's wrong with him."
"Something's not right?" Tang Zhuyun suddenly tensed up and sat up.
"He clearly injured his stomach, so why does it look like he's hit his head?" Xiu'er's comment was deadly. "Don't be so naive, you know what? Linlin just subtly asked me if the prince had injured his head?"
Tang Zhuyun: "... What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"He keeps looking at Linlin, asking Linlin about his childhood over and over again. Really, Your Highness, he's not normal. Did you make him stupid by giving him acupuncture last night? Or is this your backup plan?"
Tang Zhuyun was speechless. "What backup plan do I have!"
The Prince of Jin was clearly overjoyed, his love for his son evident in his paternal affection.
"Make the prince stupid, and then seize the palace!"
"You overestimate me. I'm just thankful I didn't get killed by him." Tang Zhuyun got up and got out of bed.
She also needs to visit two seriously ill patients.
The Prince of Jin was exhausted, but he was too excited to sleep.
After sending his two children, who had stayed up all night with him, to sleep on the kang (a heated brick bed) next to him, Prince of Jin, listening to the wind outside, began to consider Tang Zhuyun's matter.
He's still alive, and Nanxing has been saved... This is beyond human capability.
A ruptured abdomen with spilled intestines, stitched up with ordinary needle and thread? If that were truly effective, countless lives could have been saved on the battlefield.
Tang Zhuyun must have used magic!
Tang Zhuyun, is she a fairy?
He had always found it strange that she was so different from the rumors; later he discovered that the Tang Family father and son were equally shocked by her transformation, which showed that it was not just hearsay, but that she had really changed her personality drastically.
"It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature," yet she underwent such a dramatic transformation and still possesses such astonishing medical skills.
The Prince of Jin could almost conclude that Tang Zhuyun was not of his kind!
On the day of the flower viewing banquet, I saw her both before and after pretending to faint, and she was a completely different person.
Could that day be the day the old Tang Zhuyun was possessed by a demon?
Although Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits, how else could Tang Zhuyun's drastic transformation be explained but in this way?