After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 49 Casual Chat in the Bath

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, in the tranquil inner chamber, steam rose gently. Lin Qianqian bathed leisurely in the warm, fragrant water, delicate flower petals floating on the surface, swaying softly with her movements.

Xiao Die, attending to Lin Qianqian, looked on with admiration and praise. As she gently added hot water to Lin Qianqian's cup, she couldn't help but say, "Miss, your performance at the flower-viewing and blessing ceremony today was truly courageous and bold. While everyone else was in a panic, you remained calm and composed. First, you checked the prince's wound, and then, without hesitation, you sucked out the poisoned blood for him. In that situation, let alone ordinary women, even men probably wouldn't have had such courage and decisiveness. Now, the servants in the manor are all praising you, and the whole capital will probably be talking about your heroic act."

Lin Qianqian smiled slightly, gently scooped up a handful of petal water with her jade hand, and sprinkled it on her shoulder. She said softly, "Xiao Die, it was so urgent at the time, how could I have time to think about many things? I only thought that if the poisoned blood was not sucked out as soon as possible, the prince's life would be in danger. I just did what I should do."

Upon hearing Lin Qianqian's calm words, Xiaodie's admiration grew even stronger, like a surging river.

She stared intently at her young mistress, her gaze filled with reverence and respect, like stars surrounding the moon.

“Miss, you are always so humble, yet what you did is beyond the reach of ordinary people. In that critical moment, you were fearless of the venomous snakes and disregarded the proper boundaries between men and women, thinking only of saving lives. Such righteousness and courage are beyond the reach of ordinary women, and even the many heroes of the world would pale in comparison. It is my great honor to serve you, Miss, and I only hope to stay by your side and learn a little bit of your wisdom and courage.” After speaking, Xiaodie gave a slight curtsy to express her deep respect.

Lin Qianqian glanced at her, smiled, gently stirred the water, and fell into deep thought.

Inside the Prince's mansion, a solemn atmosphere permeated the tranquility. Murong Yi sat upright on the couch, his trousers rolled up slightly. Although Lin Qianqian had treated the wound on his leg, it was still red and swollen. The old imperial physician, his back hunched, his white hair thick and his face serious, held a medicine box and slowly opened it, taking out various bottles, jars, and exquisite utensils.

First, he carefully washed the area around the wound with clean water. The old doctor's withered but steady fingers gently touched the wound, examining its condition, and he murmured to himself, as if considering the method of medication. Then, he used tweezers to pick up a cotton ball soaked in medicinal wine and gently and carefully wiped the wound. Each touch made Murong Yi frown slightly, but she endured it without uttering a sound.

After the disinfection was completed, the old physician poured out a small amount of his secret-recipe ointment from a carved jade bottle. The ointment was bluish-green in color and emitted a faint medicinal fragrance. He picked up a suitable amount with his fingertip and applied it evenly to the wound, chanting incantations as he did so, explaining to Murong Yi the effects of the ointment and the necessary follow-up treatment.

After applying the medicine, the old imperial physician took out clean gauze from the side and skillfully bandaged Murong Yi's wound, his gaze focused and his expression meticulous. Once the bandage was complete, he straightened up and respectfully bowed to Murong Yi, saying, "Your Highness, the wound is no longer a major problem. Just change the dressing on time and rest quietly, and it will heal completely in less than half a month. During this time, your diet should be light, and you should avoid strenuous exercise to prevent the wound from reopening."

Murong Yi nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your trouble, Imperial Physician."

Meanwhile, Su Wan'er sat alone in her secluded boudoir, the silence around her seemingly capable of swallowing her whole. She clutched a scripture tightly in her hand, the pages of which made a soft rustling sound as she gripped it tightly.

Her face was filled with disdain, her lips slightly downturned, as if she scorned everything in the world. Yet, her beautiful eyes now gleamed with a fierce light, like two ominous stars in a cold night, inspiring fear. Her knuckles were white from the force of her grip, her clenched fists seeming to vent her boundless resentment and bitterness. The fire of jealousy burned fiercely within her, threatening to consume her reason.

I will never give up! I won't lose! Hmph! Just you wait and see!