With that, he rolled up his sleeves, hoisted his medicine chest, and dashed out with a clattering sprint as if running a hundred-meter race.
“This humble subject must return to report! Your Highness need not see me off!”
Yu Shiyan had barely raised his hand when Liu Huai’s voice faded into the distance along with his figure.
…Something felt off.
But it was clearly off.
By all reasoning, she should have long since returned to complain to the Empress Dowager.
Yu Shiyan suddenly felt a headache coming on.
For a moment, he found himself unable to fathom her thoughts.
Yuan Siyin lay on the soft couch with utter despair, convinced this was the most mortifying moment of her life, bar none.
Even through the curtain, she could imagine the dozen imperial physicians staring wide-eyed at the tiny cut on her finger.
Go on, look all you want. Make it quick.
Otherwise it’ll heal soon enough.
While inwardly resisting such extravagant attention, she had no choice—the Empress Dowager had nearly exploded upon seeing her drenched, dog-like state after tumbling into the pond.
“In this humble subject’s opinion, the young lady’s noble constitution cannot endure harsh medicine. She should rest in bed for several days, nourish herself with light congee, and naturally recover.”
Yuan Siyin impatiently withdrew her hand, startling the dozen physicians into a collective shudder.
Rustling sounds came from behind the curtain as she rummaged about. Soon, she extended her hand again, this time holding a silver ingot in her palm.
“Er… well…”
The lead elderly physician wiped sweat from his temple with his sleeve and tremblingly accepted the silver. “Then… the young lady’s injury is quite severe. Perhaps she must avoid wind exposure for three months?”
At these words, everyone lowered their heads in silent disbelief.
Truly the young lady of the Yuan family—now the Seventh Prince would surely face trouble again.
“Tch! Clueless!”
The woman behind the curtain smacked the bed board indignantly.
Another silver ingot emerged.
“F-five months…?”
The elderly physician sweated profusely.
Hearing her silence and sensing continued dissatisfaction, the physician felt he faced the most severe challenge of his medical career: “One year at most…”
Yuan Siyin sat up furiously, yanking open the curtain and making the physicians spin around in alarm. “I cut my hand, not broke my leg! Should I lie here so long I grow mold? Useless!”
She grabbed the elderly physician’s collar, grumbling curses. “I want to be healed now, understand?”
“Understood, this old subject understands…”
The physician nearly wept.
Being an imperial physician was hard, but treating this ancestor of the Yuan family was even harder.
Without strong mental fortitude, one might just perish.
After bandaging her wound, the dozen physicians fled as if escaping disaster. If nothing else, this generation of imperial physicians was undoubtedly the fastest at running.
Yuan Siyin originally intended to sneak out but was caught red-handed by the Empress Dowager. Forced to recuperate in Jianzhang Palace amid chaotic fuss for three days, she was finally released for some fresh air.
Free at last!
Standing hands on hips at the palace gate, Yuan Siyin basked in the brilliant sunlight, enveloped in the aura of freedom.
Bliss!
Except for the strange looks from the guards behind her, everything was perfect.
Taking Taxue’s reins from a guard, she didn’t mount immediately but hugged its neck to negotiate.
“Taxue, can we discuss something? Could we maintain a steady pace?”
Taxue snorted a puff of steam and tossed its mane. Unsure if it understood, Yuan Siyin steeled herself and climbed into the saddle.
Though her movements were dashing, it was clear Taxue hadn’t listened at all—instead, she ran even faster.
Help…
It wasn’t that Taxue lacked human understanding; rather, she had absolutely no connection to human understanding at all.
What kind of cat torments her owner like this?
Yinyin felt wronged, but Yinyin wouldn’t say it.