Su Niyue stepped forward steadily. Nangong Yunteng was lying face down on the bed. Only upon approaching did she see—his back was already a mangled mess of flesh and blood. She reached out to take his pulse, but when her hand extended, she saw his arms were covered in whip wounds, and his wrists bore deep, bloody marks from ropes. There was simply nowhere to place her fingers. It was clear the injuries came from struggling—one could only imagine how much pain he had endured.
She dared not waste time. Pretending to reach into her sleeve, she actually took out a bottle of hemostatic pills from her space. She poured out two and placed them into his mouth—one to stop bleeding, two to replenish blood. Then she climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him, trying to check the pulse on his other hand—but that hand was just as ravaged.
With no choice, she gritted her teeth and pressed her fingers onto his pulse.
She had expected at least a muffled groan—but there was none.
Nangong Yunteng didn’t even frown. He only slightly opened his eyes and glanced at her. That single look was shattered beyond words.
His pulse was extremely weak. Su Niyue checked it with tears in her eyes.
That damned emperor was truly ruthless—he wouldn’t kill him, yet wouldn’t let him live in peace either. And to exile him thousands of miles… even a healthy person might not survive such a journey intact, let alone someone so gravely injured.
But as long as Nangong Yunteng still had a breath left, she would not let him die.
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She got off the bed, removed her outer robe, and called to the maid outside, “Prepare hot water and clean cloths—quickly!”
Turning to the old madam, she said, “Grandmother, I need to clean his wounds now. If we delay any longer, it will be too late.”
A flash of panic crossed the old madam’s eyes. She thought Su Niyue meant Nangong Yunteng wouldn’t survive much longer—but Su Niyue was actually referring to the imminent confiscation of the household.
“Yes, yes! Whatever you need, just instruct the steward!” Tears welled in the old madam’s eyes.
“Mm. Grandmother, please take Mother outside.”
After everyone left, Su Niyue closed the door and opened a cabinet, taking out her medical kit from her space. To others, it appeared she had brought it with her.
She picked up scissors and cut away Nangong Yunteng’s clothes. Seeing his body covered in wounds made her teeth grind with hatred—but she was a doctor first. She forced herself to calm down and focused on cleaning the injuries.
When she reached his shoulder, she noticed his half-open eyes shift toward her. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered softly, “Rest for a while. Leave everything to me. I’ll protect your family—and I’ll heal you.”
Even in such a state, he remained vigilant, forcing himself not to lose consciousness.
Though barely aware, Nangong Yunteng heard her—and remembered.
Then he finally sank into deep sleep.
Su Niyue had lost her parents in a car accident when she was young. Raised by her grandfather, she inherited his lifetime of medical knowledge. Later, she studied Western medicine in university. Her medical skills were unmatched. She joined a special operations organization partly because of her expertise.
After washing her hands with the hot water brought by the maid, she began examining his injuries. The wounds on his body were mostly external. Perhaps due to his internal cultivation, his internal organs were largely unharmed. However, there was a fracture in his leg—a type of injury undetectable without X-rays in ancient times, often overlooked and leading to lifelong disability.
But not with her.
She took out a splint from her space and secured the fracture. The journey into exile would be harsh and would hinder healing—but this splint was fitted to his leg and would be invisible under clothing.
After treating his leg, she cleaned and dressed the rest of his wounds with practiced, gentle movements. She administered a tetanus shot and gave him an anti-inflammatory pill. By the time she finished, sweat beaded on her forehead.
She then had hot water brought in to wipe his face clean. Once the blood was gone, she finally saw his features clearly.
He was strikingly handsome—even with his eyes closed, his sharp aura was evident. His lips were dry and pale.
Suddenly, she thought of the spirit spring.
Since it could restore stamina and enhance abilities, it should help with healing as well.
With a thought, a cup of spring water appeared in her hand. She gently fed it to him. Perhaps due to blood loss, he drank it greedily, finishing the entire cup.
She tossed the cup back into the space’s trash bin.
Opening the door, she saw more people gathered in the outer hall. Besides the old madam and Ruan Mingyu, there was now a young man who resembled Nangong Yunteng by seven or eight parts—handsome and resolute—and a slightly younger girl, delicate and doll-like in beauty.
“Yunqi greets Sister-in-law!” The boy, about fourteen or fifteen but already tall, bowed.
“Yunran greets Sister-in-law!” the girl said sweetly.
Initially, the siblings had harbored resentment toward this imperial-arranged sister-in-law. But upon hearing she was treating their brother, their resistance softened.
“Be well, Yunqi and Yunran,” Su Niyue replied, returning the gesture.
“Grandmother, Mother—his injuries are severe, but he is young and strong. With timely treatment, his life should not be in danger. However, his leg… he may have difficulty walking in the future. You may go in and see him, but please do not wake him.”
The old madam sighed deeply.
“Mother, I’ll go change my clothes next door.” Su Niyue excused herself—there were still many things left to collect in the backyard.
Seeing the bloodstains on her clothes, Ruan Mingyu nearly fainted again, nodding weakly.
Su Niyue entered her space, quickly changed out of her dress into a fitted, practical outfit she had bought earlier—something resembling the attire of female warriors in modern historical dramas. She had bought several sets for convenience during the journey.
After drinking a cup of spirit spring water and eating a pastry taken from the imperial kitchen, she exited the space, climbed out the window, and stepped onto the ground.
The moment her feet touched the earth, she felt her ability surge with energy.
She tried using it—and suddenly discovered she could retrieve objects into her space even through walls.
Excitement surged through her. Moving faster, she swept through the courtyards. Any unoccupied rooms were left completely empty.
Just as she climbed back into her room, she heard the sound of orderly footsteps and the clatter of armor drawing near.
“They’re here.”
She quickly entered her space, changed into a prepared outfit, and stepped out into the courtyard just as the imperial decree was being read.
“Imperial decree arrives! Nangong Yunteng, receive the decree—!” The eunuch’s hoarse voice cracked mid-shout.
“Eunuch, my son is gravely injured and unconscious. I will receive the decree on his behalf,” Ruan Mingyu said.
The old eunuch shot her a disdainful glance—of course he knew Nangong Yunteng was unconscious. After all, he had personally arranged for him to be carried back.