The fragrance on that woman was unique—a blend of lotus seed and osmanthus, two medicinal ingredients mixed together, a scent no perfumer could ever create.
Even after five years, he could still describe that fragrance's uniqueness with perfect precision.
Yet he had searched for five years and never found Xiao Lou's mother again…
He abruptly lowered his head, his hand gripping Chu Fengge's arm tightly, lifting her petite body slightly upward.
But the moment he saw Fengge's face clearly, the thoughts in Mo Qianhan's mind instantly shattered.
He had truly gone mad.
How could Xiao Lou possibly have a mother like this?
As if he had touched something filthy, Mo Qianhan reached out and pushed her away.
At the same moment, Chu Fengge shoved him back fiercely, patting her arm with a look of disgust.
Her action successfully enraged Mo Qianhan. "Chu Fengge, this King would like to see what real skills you have. This King is handing this arm over to you. If you can't cure it, this King will cut off your left arm."
With that, Mo Qianhan turned and walked toward the side room.
Chu Fengge gritted her teeth behind him.
There was probably no second man in this world as shameless as Mo Qianhan.
She raised a hand to touch the burning wound on her back, enduring the tearing pain as she followed him.
She entered the side room.
Mo Qianhan had already removed his cloak and undone the bracer on his left arm, revealing blood-soaked bandages.
As Chu Fengge walked over and unwrapped the bloodstained gauze from his hand, she saw a vertical blade wound, dusted with medicinal powder that had congealed with the blood.
Chu Fengge examined his blade wound expressionlessly, then took out a vial of anesthetic from her medicine chest.
But she hesitated for a moment.
Mo Qianhan was so despicable—why should she waste something so expensive? So she put the anesthetic back into the chest and picked up another bottle of solution instead.
It was saline for rinsing wounds.
Chu Fengge glanced at him and said, "Your Highness's wound is severe, and it wasn't treated in time. I need to first rinse off the residual medicine on the wound. It will hurt a little."
Mo Qianhan turned his face away and said without changing his expression, "Enough nonsense!"
Fine. In that case, she wouldn't hold back.
Chu Fengge dipped medical cotton, drew the rinse solution into a syringe, and gently wiped the medicine around his wound while rinsing it away.
Mo Qianhan didn't so much as grunt, and his cold, handsome face never changed color.
After rinsing the wound, Chu Fengge picked up the disinfectant and said, "I'm going to disinfect Your Highness's wound now. It may hurt even more than before."
"Mm!" Mo Qianhan didn't even glance at her, only giving a lukewarm response through his nose.
After disinfecting his wound, Chu Fengge was genuinely impressed by his fortitude.
A cut this deep—unless one had no pain nerves, hardly anyone could endure it without flinching.
Yet Mo Qianhan hadn't blinked once, showing no struggle or uttering a single sound the entire time.
Chu Fengge suddenly felt a little guilty. She took the anesthetic from her medicine chest and injected it beside his wound.
But the moment her needle pierced his arm, Mo Qianhan turned his head and pressed down on her hand, frowning. "What is this?"
"It's an anesthetic. Once injected, Your Highness won't feel any pain while the wound is being sutured."
"No need for anesthetic. Suture it directly."
Chu Fengge was stunned. "Doesn't it hurt?"
Mo Qianhan looked at her once more, his gaze settling on Chu Fengge's face.
Her fair cheeks were flushed with an unusual redness, and the breath coming from her body was hotter than an ordinary person's.
He stared into her eyes and said, "This King wants to remember that pain, so I can stay vigilant at all times."
What a ruthless man!!
Chu Fengge hesitated no longer. She took out the needle and thread for suturing wounds and carefully stitched up his injury.
She was very close to him, and that faint scent of lotus and osmanthus drifted to his nose once again.
Mo Qianhan's brow unconsciously furrowed as he lowered his eyes to watch Chu Fengge, who was concentrating on suturing the wound beside him.
After who knows how long, Chu Fengge suddenly looked up.
Mo Qianhan hastily averted his gaze.
But Chu Fengge didn't notice anything unusual about him, because at this moment, Mo Qianhan was a blur in her eyes.
These past few days, to ensure that the medicine Consort Qi took never passed through a third party's hands, she had stayed by Consort Qi's side without taking a single step away, neglecting her own injuries. Now that her high fever had flared up, the wound had likely become infected.
She braced herself against the table, tidied up the medical supplies and medicines on it, and said, "I've finished treating Your Highness's wound. Don't let it touch water for the next few days."
As she finished speaking, she felt all the strength drain from her body. Her vision went black, and she collapsed limply.
Mo Qianhan glanced over and quickly rose from his chair, extending his arm to catch Chu Fengge.
Her face pressed against his chest, her scorching heat passing through several layers of clothing.
Mo Qianhan reached out to feel her forehead, but inadvertently caught sight of the faintly visible Peach Blossom Brand below her collarbone.
Mo Qianhan's pupils contracted.
In his mind, an image instantly surfaced—a woman's delicate body at the peak of passion, her fair form blooming with vivid red peach blossoms.
Nine in total, as if growing within her body, waiting after the spring rain to burst into bud.
That woman was the one who had given birth to Xiao Lou—the woman he had searched for for five whole years…