The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Princess Ming (Volume One, End of Prologue)

"boom!"

At dawn, a sudden roar from the sky shattered the tranquility of the night.

Meanwhile, Mo Bai, who had been sitting cross-legged in the bedroom for a long time, was also awakened by the thunder.

In the flash of lightning, one could see that his face, which had been extremely pale before, had become rosy. Although he was still sickly, he no longer looked like someone who had lost all life and was on the verge of death.

If Master Zhang were standing right in front of Mo Bai, he probably wouldn't believe that the man he thought was doomed had actually regained his life...

However, Mo Bai, who had his eyes closed, frowned slightly at this moment. In an instant, the hand seals in his hands changed, and the rosy complexion on his face slowly disappeared until it returned to its pale state.

"Hoo..." With a long exhale of stale air, Mo Bai slowly opened his eyes. A glint of divine light flashed across his face, then disappeared into his eyes, and his mind returned to clarity.

I looked up slightly and glanced out the window at the gray sky that was already visible amidst the lightning and thunder.

The sky finally brightened!

"It's going to rain, everyone hurry up!"

"The master instructed us to depart at the designated time!"

"Hurry up, everyone..."

Outside, the wind howled, yet a commotion grew louder as it approached. Mo Bai remained unmoved; clearly, he was not surprised at all that they were still setting off despite the impending downpour.

"I wonder if Tie Xiong has already made all the arrangements..." Mo Bai withdrew his gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly, as thoughts flashed through his mind.

The moment of truth had finally arrived. Although he wasn't terrified, Mo Bai couldn't help but feel pressured.

After all, it was a matter of life and death, but he had nothing and relied entirely on the help of others. This did not give him enough confidence. If he made even the slightest mistake, his life would be beyond saving.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly, a smile appearing on his lips, and sighed softly, "It's all about taking it one step at a time, struggling desperately! But..."

His gaze lowered, settling on an open pill box beside him.

It was the same pill box that Zhang Bangli had presented yesterday, but now it was completely empty.

Mo Bai reached out and picked up the pill box. He focused his mind slightly, and a red light flashed on his face. Then, he suddenly closed his five fingers together.

With a crisp "bang!", the pill box vanished from his hand.

The red glow on Mo Bai's face faded, and he opened his hand, letting wisps of wood slowly drift away and disappear without a trace...

"Ahem..." Mo Bai coughed lightly twice, his eyes flashing slightly, but he shook his head slightly: "I hope it won't come to the point where I have to take action myself..."

Clearly, by the time midnight had passed, he was no longer powerless, yet merely crushing a pill box still caused him to cough…

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Mo Bai was not entirely ignorant of the system of bestowing titles upon princes in feudal dynasties.

Last night he also thought that his trip would be a grand and lively affair.

But to my surprise, I realized I was wrong.

There were simply a few fast horses galloping to the front of the Prince Ming's residence. The imperial edict was read aloud by an official in a long robe in front of him, and then he was immediately put on a carriage. There were not as many formalities as one might imagine.

Because of the torrential rain, the royal family decided to "simplify the ceremony" and even the part about the royal relatives seeing them off was cancelled.

So when Mo Bai stood at the gate of the Ming Prince's Mansion in his brocade robes, there were only the twelve guards in straw raincoats and hats standing quietly by his horse, and the servants who accompanied him; there was nothing else.

The streets were so deserted that there were hardly any people around due to the torrential rain.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, Mo Bai stood at the doorway, gazing intently at Pingjing City under the rain curtain and the towering palaces faintly visible before straightening his posture slightly and looking up at the vast sky.

There is no father or mother!

There are no imperial brothers or sisters!

There was no princess, not even any friends or acquaintances!

Just as lonely as he had arrived, standing before the rain, for some reason, he felt a faint sense of unease rising in his heart as the imperial messenger left, his eyes inadvertently revealing a fleeting emotion.

At that moment, he understood that it was pity!

Pity for a fallen prince!

Mo Bai withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, wondering why he had such feelings.

"It's not really that Ming King, so why does my heart feel such a slight ripple?" Mo Bai shook his head, dispelling the unnecessary disappointment in his mind, his eyes hardening once more: "Perhaps this is for the best, leaving no lingering attachments!"

He raised his head, said no more, and got into the carriage with Tie Xiong's help.

Zhang Bangli, who was also standing in the rain, hadn't uttered a sound since this morning. Only after the Ming King boarded his carriage did he leap up, mount his horse, and shout to the soldiers, "Let's go!"

"Yes!" the soldiers replied in unison.

One by one, they leaped onto their horses, whips cracking, and the carriages and horses gradually disappeared into the pouring rain.

This prince, who grew up among commoners and had a legendary background, passed away quietly in the midst of a thunderous and lightning-filled morning.

He seemed to have left nothing behind, and of course, he took nothing with him either...

But is that really the case?

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In a beautiful garden on the western outskirts of Pingjing City, a graceful woman in white, with a picturesque face, stood by the window in a pavilion, seemingly watching the autumn rain.

Behind her were two girls dressed as maids.

One of them was slightly older, dressed in yellow, and about fourteen or fifteen years old. He looked excited.

The other girl, who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old and dressed in blue, reacted in stark contrast to the girl in yellow. Her eyes were filled with tears as she sobbed at the white-clad woman's retreating figure, "Your Highness, is Sixth Master really gone? Is he never coming back?"

"Ning'er, have you not learned your lesson? I told you not to call our young lady 'Your Highness' again. If you dare to ruin our young lady's reputation again, I will not forgive you!" Before the woman in white could speak, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid in yellow suddenly changed her expression, rushed to Ning'er, pointed her finger at her face, and said sternly.

Ning'er, intimidated by her threats, could no longer hold back her tears and burst into loud sobs.

"If you want to cry, go back to your Ming Prince's mansion and cry there. Don't disturb our young lady..." The maid in yellow was even more annoyed and scolded her.

"Your Majesty, Ning'er kowtows to you, please, please let Ning'er go back. Ning'er wants to find Sixth Master, Eldest Brother, and Ah Jiu..." Ning'er knelt down in front of the standing woman in white with a thud, desperately kowtowing and begging.

"Hmph, you think we want to keep you around..." The maid in yellow was furious, but for some reason, she quickly glanced at the white-clad woman's back, her eyes flashing, and immediately changed her tune: "Hmph, you'd better save your breath. Your Sixth Master left on his own, he doesn't want you anymore. If it weren't for our young lady's kind heart, she would have thrown you out long ago!"

"No, no, Sixth Master would never abandon Ning'er!" Ning'er retorted to the yellow-clad maid, her eyes blurred with tears.

"Alright!" The woman in white finally turned around, her face beautiful and refined. She looked at Ning'er, who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly, "Get up first."

After saying that, he looked at the maid in yellow and said, "Huan'er, go and inquire about it, see..."

At this point, the woman in white visibly hesitated, but still continued, "See where his carriage has gone. If you can catch up, send someone to take Ning'er there!"

The woman in yellow, Huan'er, changed her expression slightly upon hearing this, but seemed too afraid to say anything more, nodding and saying, "Yes, Miss, I'll go right away!"

After saying that, he glanced at Ning'er's hopeful eyes and turned to leave.

Only the woman in white and Ning'er remained in the room. She slowly moved to Ning'er's side, helped her up, and seeing Ning'er's blurred vision from crying, the woman in white hesitated slightly and couldn't help but ask, "Ning'er, do you really want to stay by his side?"

"Your Highness, Sixth Master is truly a good man. Ning'er wouldn't lie to you, really!" Ning'er wiped away her tears and said earnestly to the woman in white.

"A good person?" The white-clad woman's mind was immediately filled with the lecherous man's evil deeds from that day, and her eyes flashed with shock and anger.

How could someone who is so dissolute, commits all sorts of evil deeds, ruins a woman's reputation without cause, and even forcibly abducts her be a good person?

However, seeing the determination in Ning'er's eyes, she ultimately said nothing more, turned around and stood at the window again, remaining silent.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within her: "He's gone, but no matter what, I'm still the princess in the eyes of the world..."

She closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, shook her head slightly, and opened her eyes again, looking at the curtain of rain: "So be it, I'll just live this life in quiet cultivation..."