If you force me to take the blame, I'll spend a day in jail and gain a year's worth of spi

No sooner had Prince Rui finished boasting about his role in orchestrating the operation and sending his brothers than Prince Jing, Xiao Jingfeng, roared like thunder from the other end of the prison corridor:

"Damn it, Xiao Laosan, you shameless bastard!"

Prince Jing rushed over like a gust of wind, pointed at Prince Rui's nose, and began to curse:

"You shameless bastard!"

My brother and I risked our lives to save people, and you just come here and claim all the credit for yourself?

They're even 'sending' us?

Pah!

Prince Jing's short temper was something that couldn't be tolerated at all.

Prince Xiao Jingyan of Qi followed closely behind, his expression also not very pleasant.

Looking at his two older brothers arguing heatedly, he felt utterly exhausted.

As for Xiao Yun and Xiao Sheng standing to the side, they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Watching their father and uncle argue like shrewish women in the marketplace, they felt their faces burning with embarrassment.

Ancestor, shouldn't we tone down our Xiao family's tradition of "unity and friendship" a little?

Just as Prince Jing and Prince Rui were arguing fiercely, one calling the other shameless and the other claiming that he was "commanding the overall situation with composure".

That's enough.

A crisp yet angry shout, like a thunderclap, instantly drowned out the two's argument.

Xiao Fenghua's pretty face was frosty, her beautiful eyes wide open, and she said angrily, "What time is it? You still have the mind to argue about this nonsense?"

She was really angered by these two elders.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire, but instead they started arguing about who deserved the credit.

Startled by her shout, Prince Jing and Prince Rui realized the situation was inappropriate and reluctantly shut their mouths, but they still glared at each other, continuing their battle of words with their eyes.

Xiao Fenghua was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore, and hurriedly said to the guards behind her, "Quickly, carefully carry Manager Li and Mr. Mo in."

Several guards quickly and carefully carried Li Dagang and Mo Di into the prison cell using a makeshift door panel.

Both of them had faces as pale as paper, breaths as faint as a thread, bloodstains on their chests, and their breaths were so weak that they were almost imperceptible.

The moment Zhang Yu saw the miserable state of Li Dagang and Mo Zhai, the indifference and amusement on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness.

He suddenly stood up, and the aura of his newly broken-through-to-the-peak innate realm erupted from his body, instantly causing the temperature in the entire cell to drop by several degrees.

"Who did it?"

These three short words were like a chilling wind blowing from the deepest hell, carrying a fierce killing intent.

He didn't look at anyone, his gaze fixed on his two subordinates, but the invisible pressure he exuded made the princes and princesses present feel a chill in their hearts.

Prince Jing quickly interjected, "It's those bastards from the Yong'an Marquis's mansion, they..."

"It's Zhang Heng!"

Xiao Fenghua interrupted her father's somewhat rambling opening, quickly but clearly recounting the events, and concluded: "...The entire Hou family, including Zhang Heng, Qin Xuehua, Zhang Wanning, and Jiang Luohan, have all been detained and are awaiting their fate."

Upon hearing the names of the Marquis of Yong'an and Zhang Heng, the cold light in Zhang Yu's eyes intensified.

He had previously learned from Prince Rui's vague words that the Marquis's mansion might cause trouble, but he never expected Zhang Heng to be so ruthless as to directly kill his subordinates.

This is not the time to pursue the matter.

Zhang Yu forcibly suppressed his boiling killing intent, took a deep breath, and crouched down beside Li Dagang and Mo Zhai.

He stretched out his hands, placing his index and middle fingers on the wrists of the two men respectively.

The moment his fingers touched it, an incomparably profound aura naturally emanated from his body.

It was neither the true energy of a martial artist nor the fragrance of medicine from a healer, but a deeper rhythm that was closer to the origin of life.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were listening to the faint pulse of life within the two people, or as if he were silently fighting against the lurking power of death.

Hu Qingxuan, who had been observing coldly, silently watched for a while and then gently shook her head.

Zhang Yu was too young; in his opinion, he didn't seem like the medical master his grandfather had described.

Especially when she saw that Zhang Yu simply took her pulse and did not show the characteristic, vibrant "Green Wood True Qi" fluctuations of the Medicine Immortal Valley, her suspicions deepened.

"Grandpa," Hu Qingxuan couldn't help but tug at Du Jun's sleeve, lowering her voice with obvious dissatisfaction and doubt, "the expert you mentioned who can save these two people, could it be him?"

She pointed at Zhang Yu, her face full of disdain.

Du Jun glared at his granddaughter, signaling her to be quiet.

Hu Qingxuan, however, stubbornly continued in a low voice:

"He is so young, and there is no aura of a profound healer about him."

Grandpa, have you been deceived by him in some way?

Or... is it because of his special background that they deliberately exaggerated?

Zhang Yu seemed oblivious to Hu Qingxuan's doubts, his mind completely absorbed in the extraordinary perception brought about by the "divine medical skills".

In his "vision," Li Dagang and Mozi's bodies were no longer flesh and blood, but a complex three-dimensional picture composed of vitality, death energy, meridians, acupoints, damaged tissues, and foreign energies.

Those shocking injuries—shattered heart vessels, displaced internal organs, broken meridians, and the insidious, life-eroding energy that gnawed at his life like a maggot clinging to his bones—were all clearly presented before his "eyes."

Tricky, extremely tricky.

When Hu Qingxuan saw that Zhang Yu had only briefly taken her pulse before frowning and remaining silent, the faint hope in her heart vanished completely, replaced by a contemptuous feeling that it was indeed true.

She was already proud and arrogant, and seeing Zhang Yu, who was being praised by her grandfather, seemingly helpless, she couldn't help but speak sarcastically, her tone carrying the inherent pride of a descendant of the Immortal Medicine Valley:

"Hmph, no need to look anymore, it's a waste of energy."

As I said long ago, with her heart meridians shattered, internal organs displaced, and her vital essence further eroded by malevolent energy, even a god could not save her.

Prepare for their funeral; don't cause them any more trouble, and save everyone's time.

Her words were extremely impolite, especially since Zhang Yu was clearly angry and worried, making them even more jarring.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was preoccupied with the lives of his two subordinates, his heart filled with a mixture of killing intent and anxiety. Hearing Hu Qingxuan's cold and indifferent words, his anger flared up, and his words were like knives chilled to the bone:

"If you're not capable of saving people, then shut your mouth and stop wasting your breath."

These words were utterly merciless, a direct slap in the face to Hu Qingxuan.

She was adored by everyone in the Valley of the Immortal Physicians since childhood. After completing her apprenticeship, she came to the State of Wei and was treated as an honored guest by the royal family. Never before had she been publicly reprimanded like this, or even called "incompetent".

Hu Qingxuan's pretty face flushed red with anger, her teeth clenched, and she pointed at Zhang Yu:

"You...you dare say I'm incompetent?"

I, Hu Qingxuan, learned about medicine at the age of three, could distinguish pulses at the age of seven, and was taught the "Qingmu Huichun Jue" at the age of twelve. I was a disciple of the medical immortal Gu Gu Zhu.

If I say they are beyond saving, then they are beyond saving.

"Under the whole heaven, no one can save me except my master."

She grew angrier as she spoke, her chest heaving, and blurted out without thinking, "If you can really pull those two back from the brink of death, I... I'll cut off my head and give it to you to kick around like a football."

These words shocked everyone present.

Prince Jing, Prince Qi, and the others exchanged bewildered glances, never expecting that this Physician Hu would have such a fierce temper.

Du Jun's expression changed drastically, and he quickly shouted, "Xuan'er, don't talk nonsense!"

However, Hu Qingxuan was in a fit of anger and wouldn't listen to anything. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhang Yu, full of provocation.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu laughed in anger, "Ha, what use is your head to me? I'd find it too hard to kick around like a ball."

"you……!"

Hu Qingxuan almost choked on her words. No one had ever dared to speak to her like that before!

"Good! Good! Good!"

She said "good" three times in a row, clearly quite angry:

"Since you are so arrogant, let's make a bet."

If you can save them, I, Hu Qingxuan, will grant you any request.

But what if you can't save him...?

She paused, then said, word by word, "Kneel down and kowtow three times to apologize for your arrogance and rudeness today!"

"Xuan'er, no!"

Du Jun stamped his feet in anxiety. He knew all too well that Zhang Yu was unpredictable and that his granddaughter was proud and arrogant, and he was afraid she was going to suffer a setback this time.

But Hu Qingxuan was in a fit of anger and wouldn't listen to any advice. She just raised her chin and looked at Zhang Yu defiantly.

Zhang Yu looked at the proud, peacock-like girl in front of him, then glanced at Li Dagang and Mo Zhai, whose breaths were growing weaker on the ground, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He had neither the time nor the interest to argue with this brat, but this bet... was perfect!

"I've made the bet."

Zhang Yu's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination: "It's a deal. I hope you, Miss Hu... won't regret it later, and certainly won't cry."

"Regret? What a joke!"

Hu Qingxuan had absolute confidence in her medical skills and her sect's judgment. "This young lady's word is law. As for you, you'd better prepare to kowtow and apologize."