Her guards

Chapter 164 Don't Worry

Compared to the palace where Chai Wan'er was, there were far fewer people in Miss Yang's palace.

Miss Yang's family did not come; only her cousin Yang Hui came.

But Yang Hui refused to come and take care of her.

So only the maid was present.

The chief priest and Lingyu arrived shortly afterward.

Even with two more people, it remained quiet on Ms. Yang's side.

Three imperial physicians examined and bandaged the wound... but there was really nothing to examine and bandage.

Miss Yang only looked horrifying. After changing out of her blood-stained clothes and washing her face and hair, she immediately became clean and fair-skinned, without even any bruises or bumps on her body or hands.

"Thank goodness my senior brother protected me," Ms. Yang said, tears streaming down her face. "My senior brother is going to die, is he going to die?"

He struggled to get up as he spoke.

"Senior brother, senior brother."

"Senior brother, don't die."

"If my senior brother dies, I will die too."

"I'm dying, I'm dying, help—"

The young lady became terrified, and the maidservant hurriedly tried to comfort her, but also started crying. The three imperial physicians immediately became flustered... Although there were no external injuries, the fear was still a trauma, an internal psychological trauma.

The imperial physicians administered acupuncture, took out some sweet pills to calm the nerves, and prescribed a medicine to nourish the blood and qi.

"Ms. Yang, please rest well first, and observe the effects of the medicine," they said.

Wang Zaitian nodded beside him: "Thank you for your hard work."

The imperial physicians withdrew.

Wang Zaitian looked at Miss Yang, who seemed to have calmed down as she lay on the bed.

"It's good that you're alright." He sighed.

Ling Yu, standing to the side, said with dissatisfaction, "How can you say she's alright? She was so frightened that she's completely disoriented."

They all regarded Wei Jiao as their savior.

He even called Wei Jiao "Senior Brother".

What kind of senior is Wei Jiao?

Besides, Wei Jiao wasn't saving her; he was just trying to stop the runaway horse.

Wang Zaitian glanced at Ling Yu but didn't say anything. Mo Zheng sat up.

“Senior Brother Ling, I’m fine,” she said. “With Teacher and Senior Brother here, I wasn’t scared. I was just pretending to be injured to deceive the Imperial Physician. After all, Miss Chai was injured, and the frightened horse disturbed His Majesty. It would be better if I pretended to be injured to avoid being punished.”

She bowed respectfully to the two of them.

"I'm really sorry to have worried the teacher and Senior Brother Ling."

Ling Yu didn't care about the words "pretending to be injured." If she hadn't had no other choice, why would she pretend to be injured or act crazy?
He frowned and shook his head: "What are you apologizing for? It's the teacher and me who are willing to worry about you, it has nothing to do with you."

Wang Zaitian was amused and looked at Ling Yu, saying, "It's rare to have a disciple like you." Then he saw Mo Zheng and thought, well, which of his disciples wasn't strange and unusual?
There is also a Wei Jiao.

“It’s all Wei Jiao’s fault,” he said bluntly. “He’s the one who asked you to come, so blame him.”

He smiled as he said this.

"Now he is also injured; this is his consequence of his own actions."

Ling Yu, who was standing to the side, was somewhat surprised.

The teacher, who had originally planned to take advantage of the holiday to avoid classes and social engagements and stay away from the library, suddenly announced that he wanted to attend the martial arts banquet.

He also had to bring his disciples who were in the capital.

He almost went home immediately, but after calculating, he realized that he would lose more reading time on the way.

It turned out that Wei Jiao sent him.

“That’s right.” He nodded. “He’s the kind of person who has bad intentions.”

Mo Zheng smiled at him: "I came here voluntarily, so please don't worry, teacher and senior brother Ling."

Wang Zaitian looked at her and said slowly, "As long as you know what you're doing, that's fine."

Mo Zheng understood Wang Zaitian's meaning, after all, he knew her true identity: a remnant of a princess from the previous dynasty, posing as a prince, who had suddenly rushed in front of the current emperor...

It's really scary.

Mo Zheng solemnly said, "Please rest assured, sir, I know that I will not do anything foolish."

Wang Zaitian gave her a deep look.

"Alright, you can rest now," he said, stroking his beard and smiling slowly. "After all, you've had such a fright."

Mo Zheng bowed again solemnly.

Thank you, sir, for believing her.

……

……

Wang Zaitian and Ling Yu left, and the room returned to silence, filled with the smell of medicine.

Yang Luo sat on the edge of the bed and gently stirred the medicine she had just brewed. "I brewed this medicine myself," she said softly. "It's just some calming and blood-nourishing medicine. Would you like some?"

Mo Zheng leaned back on the bed and took the medicine bowl: "Eat some, it'll be better if you smell of medicine on you."

Seeing her drink the medicine in large gulps, Yang Luo quickly brought over some candied fruit and fed it to her after she finished drinking it.

"I just sent the chief priest to inquire," she said in a low voice. "There are soldiers guarding this place. If anyone wants to come to visit, they need your permission, Miss."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Mo Zheng and lowered her voice even further.

"This is His Majesty's order, isn't it? Is it to prevent the Empress or anyone else from harming Miss Yang?"

Mo Zheng nodded: "Yes." Then she smiled and said, "His Majesty is not a fool, but Miss Chai and I were caught in a horse accident, and the Empress repeatedly tried to stop us, even deploying crossbowmen..."

She paused here.

How is Wei Jiao now?

"I just asked that too," Yang Luo said in a low voice.

As a maid, she was free to move around and gather information; she inquired about all three people involved in the frightened horse incident.

“Chai Wan’er had only superficial wounds in the Empress’s palace, while Wei Jiao only had one wound, but the crossbow bolt pierced her shoulder, and it hadn’t been removed when I asked…”

The arrow hasn't been pulled out yet.

Mo Zheng said softly, "This is a martial arts hunt, and the imperial physicians who are accompanying us should all be skilled in weapon wounds, but they haven't removed the arrows yet, which shows that the arrow wounds are very troublesome."

Yang Luo nodded: "Yes, after all, he was an archer guarding the emperor. This arrow was originally meant to hit you and kill Miss Yang."

Speaking of this, I feel a pang of sadness.

If it weren't for Mo Zheng replacing her as Miss Yang.

She is dead this time.

She looked up at Mo Zheng and smiled.

"The emperor has gone hunting."

She risked her life and fell in front of him. He glanced at her and left.

He didn't glance at it again, say another word, or inquire about its condition. The incident happened, yet it seemed as if it hadn't. The emperor continued his martial arts banquet.

"Even if you see it, it's useless."

Mo Zheng gently patted her arm and said softly, "We can't say it was useless. How would we know it was useless if we didn't do it?"

He smiled slightly as he spoke.

"Knowing that this approach is ineffective, we can think of other methods."

No matter when or what the outcome, Ah Sheng remained calm, neither sad nor happy nor angry. Yang Luo felt somewhat ashamed. It was Ah Sheng who suffered and was hurt, while she merely watched, knowing the ending all along, yet she was still emotionally affected and saddened by it. It was truly ridiculous.

“Okay.” She nodded and smiled. “We’ll think of other ways.”

After that, he stood up.

"Although you're not injured, you must be exhausted from all this. You should rest first. I'll take care of the rest."

Mo Zheng did not refuse again; she could not handle too many things on her own.

Seeing her lie down, Yang Luo lowered the bed curtains, picked up the medicine bowl, and went out.

Mo Zheng heard her whispering to the guards outside.

Are the imperial physicians here?

"What's wrong, Miss Yang?"

"No, I wanted to ask about my young lady's condition... My young lady doesn't look well."

"Oh, young lady, don't cry. The imperial physician is waiting in the next hall. I'll take you there."

The sobbing outside the door faded away with the footsteps, and silence returned to both inside and outside.

Mo Zheng turned over in bed, but didn't fall asleep.

It's not that I'm worried about the environment.

The emperor has already made arrangements, so there shouldn't be any problems for the time being.

She didn't think about the emperor's reaction anymore.

Upon meeting her, the emperor showed no reaction to "Miss Yang," which was actually expected.

She did this to elicit reactions from others, which she then presented to the emperor.

The emperor should have already seen it, and in fact, he has given some response, such as isolating Miss Yang from his surroundings.

As for whether there will be any further reactions...

I need to take another look.

Mo Zheng decided to put these things aside for the time being.

She turned over again, looked down at her shoulder, and gently touched it with her hand...

She only has one thing on her mind right now.

Why did Wei Jiao take that arrow for her?

(End of this chapter)