The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 72 He is the one I love...

To pull out an arrow, you definitely need to take off your shirt.

Jiang Jinshuang wasn't the type to be coy; she nodded slightly and walked towards Pei Du.

The curtains on both sides of the bed were drawn down.

Jiang Jinshuang rolled up the wide sleeves of her upper body before standing in front of Pei Du.

She reached out and first untied Pei Du's jade belt, then took off the sleeve of the un-arrow-spotted side of his robe.

His strong, broad arms were exposed. On the other side, Jiang Jinshuang thought for a moment, then reached out and tore his clothes open along his shoulder line.

Her shirt was removed, revealing the gruesome and bloody wounds to Jiang Jinshuang.

The man had smooth, fair skin. In the past, Jiang Jinshuang had looked at Pei Du's fair neck with envy, her tone tinged with jealousy: "Pei Du, how come your skin is even fairer than mine?"

Now, the man's skin is still as white as snow, but the thumb-width wound is like red ink dripping onto rice paper, particularly glaring.

The poison in Pei Du's arrow wound has been brought under control. He Weijing added hemostatic herbs to the medicine to prevent hemorrhage when the arrow is removed.

He stepped forward, his eyes cold and his tone calm: "In a moment, you will pull the arrow out of his bone. I will immediately apply medicine to stop the bleeding. After that, you will help me wrap him with gauze. Do you understand?"

Jiang Jinshuang nodded, her expression slightly solemn.

It wasn't that she lacked confidence in her skills, but she suddenly realized that such a beautiful back would be scarred.

A waste of natural resources.

Otherwise, we can ask Si Ning later and ask him for some bone-strengthening ointment.

Consider it repaying a favor.

Although Jiang Jinshuang didn't feel much guilt or shame about Pei Du's injury.

Her random thoughts were interrupted by He Weijing in front of her: "Are you ready?"

Jiang Jinshuang's thoughts returned, and she placed one hand on the arrow on Pei Du's back, nodding slightly.

Arrowheads usually have tiny hooks attached; they cannot be pulled from the tail of the arrow, as this would curl the flesh.

"one two Three--"

"laugh--"

Jiang Jinshuang gripped the arrowhead, loosened it slightly, and searched for the bone gap.

Upon hearing He Weijing's command, he skillfully pulled the arrow out of his shoulder blade with a flick of his wrist!
The next second, before the blood could gush out, He Weijing quickly stepped forward and applied ointment to the wounds on both sides!
He Weijing handed Jiang Jinshuang a piece of gauze, and Jiang Jinshuang quickly wrapped it around Pei Du's shoulder and bandaged his wound!

There was not a single mistake.

Jiang Jinshuang wiped the sweat from her forehead and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He Weijing's expression softened slightly.

"Okay."

Jiang Jinshuang found the bone gaps very accurately, and not much blood was lost.

After getting off the bed, Jiang Jinshuang laid Pei Du down before following He Weijing out of the bedroom.

Outside the door, Jingmo was already waiting anxiously!

Upon seeing the two of them emerge, Jingmo hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Mr. He, how is my master?"

He Weijing handed him the arrow wrapped in gauze: "It's alright now. Take the medicine on time, and I'll come to check on the wound in three days."

Jingmo was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. He! Thank you, Mr. He!"

As he spoke, Jingmo hurriedly said, "Then I'll trouble Mr. He to stay at Wenshan Pavilion for the time being. I'll have someone arrange a room for you right away!"

Upon hearing this, He Weijing slightly raised his hand and said, "No, I don't live here."

With that, He Weijing turned around and looked at Jiang Jinshuang beside him, saying indifferently, "Find me a place to stay in the Princess's residence."

Jiang Jinshuang blinked.

How come you can ask her for things so easily?

She already needed He Weijing's help, and now that he had spoken up, Jiang Jinshuang naturally wouldn't refuse: "Of course, Mr. He, please come with me!"

Seeing this, Jingmo quickly said, "I will escort you two."

With the matters at Wenshan Pavilion settled, Jiang Jinshuang took He Weijing back to the Princess's residence. Upon arrival, they found Si Ning already waiting outside.

His face still looked a little sickly, but when he saw Jiang Jinshuang, he hurriedly went to greet her.

"Your Highness! How are you? Are you injured anywhere?"

Spring was in full bloom, and Si Ning, who was sickly and sensitive to the cold, was wearing a fox fur coat. When he saw that Jiang Jinshuang was dressed in thin clothes, he frowned slightly.

Without thinking, he took off his fox fur coat and draped it over Jiang Jinshuang.

Upon seeing this, He Weijing glanced at Si Ning first, then looked away without any emotion.

Jiang Jinshuang didn't notice anything amiss; she was simply thinking about telling Si Ning the good news.

"I'm fine! Si Ning, come and greet Mr. He Weijing!"

Si Ning was taken aback upon hearing this, and then turned to look at He Weijing beside her.

"Are you the renowned physician of our time, Mr. He Weijing?"

He Weijing's gaze was rather cold; he merely glanced at Si Ning and nodded arrogantly.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang coughed lightly and chuckled dryly, "Mr. He, you are well-versed in medicine, could you possibly diagnose Mr. Si Ning's illness?"

He Weijing didn't even glance at Si Ning again, and casually said, "Looks like a sickly person, suffering from a heart ailment, will die in the morning if it manifests in the evening, or die in the evening if it manifests in the morning."

Upon hearing this, Si Ning still smiled, his features refined and elegant.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned and hurriedly asked, "Mr. He's medical skills are extraordinary; could he possibly cure it?"

He Weijing glanced coldly at Jiang Jinshuang, his tone not friendly either: "I sold it to you?"

So fierce.

Jiang Jinshuang was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Si Ning smiled gently and said, "Mr. He, please don't be offended. It was His Highness who was being presumptuous."

"Mr. He has just returned from Wenshan Pavilion and is feeling exhausted. He should get some rest."

"We'll discuss the rest in detail after Mr. He has rested."

After a pause, Si Ning still smiled and said, "As long as Mr. He can cure my heart ailment, I will do whatever you want without hesitation."

He Weijing raised his eyebrows slightly.

He looked Si Ning up and down, his gaze finally settling on the jade pendant with the white tiger symbolizing national protection at his waist.

“The Si family of Jiangnan?” He Weijing sneered. “I knew it. If it were anyone else, they would have been buried long ago. How could someone be clinging to life until now?”

Since it's the Si family from Jiangnan, that's not surprising.

To put it bluntly, even without He Weijing, relying on the rare and precious medicinal herbs of the Si family in Jiangnan, Mr. Si Ning could easily live for another two years.

Jiang Jinshuang's intuition told her that this Mr. He Weijing seemed to be at odds with Si Ning.

Before she could say anything more, He Weijing turned to look at her and asked, "What...is your relationship with this Mr. Si Ning?"

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

How did this all come about?
She looked up at He Weijing with a dazed expression, then glanced warily at Jingmo, who was still standing to the side.

She didn't mind telling He Weijing the truth, but things were different with Jingmo here.

Si Ning, who was usually good at reading people's expressions, surprisingly didn't respond to her.

Instead, he looked at her with a smile, waiting for her answer.

Jiang Jinshuang forced a smile and said, "Yes... he is my beloved."

Upon hearing this answer, the three men beside him reacted in various ways.

Si Ning lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the smile that had been playing at the corners of her lips.

Jingmo swallowed hard and scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, He Weijing frowned slightly and gave a curt "Oh."

The next second, He Weijing said emotionlessly, "I can't cure it, you should buy a coffin soon."

(End of this chapter)