Being a reborn legitimate daughter is not easy

Chapter 87 087 Listening to You

Chapter 87 087 Listening to You

However, Chunyu Yang was a man of his word. Since he had agreed to stay, he had no choice but to suppress the inexplicable excitement in his heart and remain in this small courtyard.

Having practiced martial arts for many years, his hearing was already more acute than others. Now, with his eyes stinging and unable to see, his hearing was even more acute than before. Sitting on the couch, he listened intently to the sounds inside the room, and gradually, from the various noises, he discerned the footsteps of Ye Pianran.

She walked with a light and graceful gait, exuding a sense of ease and a touch of playfulness, quite different from the one he had seen in Liu Lulu's house and Qionglin Garden. This reminded him that she was still just a young woman who had not yet married.

"Miss, Miss Bijun packed her bags and went back to Jinzhou early this morning. I heard that the wound on her face had not yet healed before she left, which was quite frightening!"

She chuckled softly in response to the maid's words.

"By the way, Young Master Xun also went on a long trip yesterday afternoon, saying he was going to Xuzhou. He won't be around for a while, so you can rest assured in treating the Third Prince."

"Understood, you may all leave."

He heard her walk from the left side of the room to the right, then back to the left, rummaging around for a while before finally stopping not far from him. He was wondering what she was doing when a rhythmic sound began to echo from inside the room.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk..."

The stone pestle in her hand struck the medicine jar again and again, and the fresh aroma of herbs gradually spread and reached Chunyu Yang's nose, causing a slight ripple in his heart, which had been lonely and indifferent for a long time.

As she tapped, her hand paused slightly, and she yawned like a cat.

Remembering how she had painstakingly cared for him all night, he frowned, wanting her to stop and go back to bed to rest. Before he could speak, the sound of pounding medicine suddenly stopped, and she walked towards him with familiar steps, saying:

"Third Prince, it's time to change the dressing."

Chunyu Yang remained silent for a long time before finally replying with a "Okay".

Sensing her breath approaching him, Chunyu Yang's throat tightened, and he unconsciously straightened up. He felt the coarse linen robe he was wearing being pulled off, and the bandages wrapped around his chest loosening. Soon after, a cool sensation came from the wound on his chest.

"Third Prince, does your wound still hurt?" Her clear and melodious voice rang out before him. He replied, "It doesn't hurt."

After her chest was re-wrapped in clean bandages, she checked the wound in his eyes.

She gently cupped his face in her hands, her fingertips initially slightly cold, then gradually turning into a warm mist. Her soft breath brushed against his eyelids, inexplicably relieving the stinging in his eyes.

"Third Prince, I need to use medicine to clean the remaining toxins from your eyes. The process will be a little uncomfortable, so please bear with it for a moment," she said.

He heard the clinking sound of porcelain vases, and then felt his eyelids being gently pried open. It felt as if a thousand needles were rubbing against his eyes, making his heart tremble with pain. But to avoid worrying her, he kept his expression unchanged, as if he were completely unmoved.

"I'm about to begin," she kindly reminded him. As soon as she finished speaking, a stream of extremely cool and refreshing water flowed into his left eye. When the water came into contact with the wound in his eye, it first brought a tearing pain, but after a while, the pain miraculously subsided and became extremely comfortable.

After his eyes were thoroughly cleaned, she gently wiped the water stains from his cheeks and temples with a silk handkerchief and said, "Third Prince, I originally wanted to use silver needles to moxibust a few acupoints for you, but I have just learned how to perform acupuncture from my master and I am not careful with my strength. If you are worried that my skills are not good enough, I will not perform the moxibustion."

"It's alright, come on," he said without even frowning.

She paused, a hint of a smile in her voice: "Does Your Highness trust me so much?"

Chunyu Yang said, "Back in Qionglin Garden, how could you be so sure I would help you?"

"Perhaps..." Her voice suddenly became somewhat ethereal, as if it would dissipate into the world at any moment, "Perhaps it is because what Your Highness seeks is different from what others seek."

“I think so too,” Chunyu Yang said. What she sought was to have the strength to protect herself and those closest to her, even if it meant cutting off her own escape route. In his eyes, wasn't such a woman unique?

"For the first needle, I will pierce the Prince's Qingming acupoint," she said. He felt a slight pain in his nose, and a bead of blood oozed from the puncture wound.

“The second needle, the Qiu Hou acupoint…” she murmured as she searched for the acupoint on his face.

"Half an inch below the center of the eye," he said.

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness," she said, somewhat ashamed.

In the end, she was in charge of administering the acupuncture, while he taught her how to accurately identify the acupoints. In the not-so-spacious room, the two of them chatted back and forth, the atmosphere so harmonious that it seemed they had been together for many years.

In the days that followed, she took care of him just as meticulously as she had today, serving him his meals, urging him to take his medicine, changing his ointment and gauze at fixed times every day, cleaning his eyes which had been blinded by the poison powder, and practicing her acupuncture techniques under his guidance time and time again.

Listening to all the sounds she made and imagining what she did each day became the only thing Chunyu Yang could do and only wanted to do while staying in this room.

Under her meticulous care, Chunyu Yang's chest wound completely healed in just a few days, leaving no trace. The stinging pain in his eyes also miraculously subsided little by little, and he was able to open his eyes freely and see some blurry figures.

That day, as usual, she first rinsed his eyes with medicine, then used silver needles to prick several acupoints around his eyes. As the last trace of poisonous blood was released, a certain stagnation in the meridians blocking his eyes was suddenly broken open, and the haze that had been obscuring his vision for many days finally dissipated completely, becoming clear and bright. Then, a stunningly beautiful face, like a begonia in spring, unexpectedly leaped into his eyes.

Perhaps feeling no need to pretend in front of a "blind man," or perhaps because this was her boudoir, she was not wearing a veil, nor did she have the fake scar on her face. Her face was flawless, like a lotus flower in full bloom. She looked at him with a very serious expression, as if she truly regarded him as a patient, yet two inappropriate blushes floated on her cheeks, revealing her deep concern for him.

At that moment, he felt his heart pounding like a war drum being struck before a march, rapid and violent.

"Your Highness, how is it? Can you see anything now?" She cupped his face in her hands and asked cautiously.

As if possessed, he said against his will, "I can't see clearly."

She looked disappointed, frowning and muttering, "Why isn't it getting better? Could it be that I pressed the wrong acupoints? But that's exactly what the medical books say..."

"Don't panic. You've already made rapid progress to this point. You'll probably be fully recovered in a couple of days," he comforted gently.

"Your Highness has been cooped up in this little house all day, unable to move around. I imagine you must be getting restless. Now you have to stay a few more days. It's truly unfair to Your Highness."

Chunyu Yang smiled inwardly, but said aloud, "Being blind and having no one to talk to in the room is indeed a bit boring."

"Is Your Highness finding me dull-witted? I grew up in the capital and have never seen much of the world. Lately, I've been reading mostly medical books, so I really don't know what to say to Your Highness. Perhaps..." Her eyes were moist and bright, as if dampened by autumn rain, "How about Your Highness tells me some interesting stories from the military?"

Unexpectedly, she was interested in this. A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips as he said, "There are many interesting stories from the military. Which one would you like to hear?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I would like to hear how Your Highness turned the tide of the entire battle with 20,000 Xuanjia soldiers."

"Okay." He gazed at her quietly and slowly recounted the battle from back then.

At the round table, she supported her slightly tilted head with her left hand, her face pure and clear. Her apricot-colored sleeves slipped down slightly with her movements, revealing a section of her jade-like arm. She occasionally swayed her delicate feet, her toes exquisite and adorable, like neatly arranged luminous pearls. Hearing something alarming, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, letting out a cat-like gasp. Her pink lips were tender and alluring, making one yearn to kiss them.

Chunyu Yang suddenly fell silent, tightly closing his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer. His chest heaved violently; he tried to control himself for a long time, but still couldn't calm down completely. Her charming and lovely image kept appearing in his mind, and it felt as if a feather was gently stroking his heart.

At this moment, he was so grateful that he was the one who witnessed this scene, so grateful that he was the one who was saved by her, and so grateful that he was the one who learned that she was unharmed.

A heavy thud came from ahead, followed by hurried footsteps approaching him. Her cool fingertips touched his face as she asked, "What's wrong? Does your eye hurt again?"

He opened his eyes and saw her with her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes filled with anxiety. The taut strings of his heart were plucked, and he finally couldn't help but grab her wrist, get up and lift her up in his arms.

"Third Prince!" she exclaimed, grabbing his shirt in a panic.

He walked unimpeded to the round table, placed her on it, found her embroidered shoes precisely, and gently slipped them onto her feet, saying, "The ground is cold, don't go barefoot."

"You—your eyes aren't—" Her eyes widened, quickly filling with surprise and anger.

"I can hear you," he lied without batting an eye. "Martial arts practitioners can use their ears instead of their eyes."

She stared intently into his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Naturally" is false.

She raised an eyebrow, suddenly pulled out two silver needles, and swiftly thrust them towards his eyes. Having already anticipated her move, he stood calmly, letting the two silver needles get closer and closer to him.

Sure enough, the silver needle stopped just before it touched his eye. Her face flushed red, and she put away the needle, stammering, "Alright, I'll believe you for now."

"If I really lied to you, what will you do?" he couldn't help but ask.

A flash of anger crossed her eyes, mixed with resentment and helplessness: "What else can I do? I can only accept my bad luck. Do you really think I can punish the prince?"

"It's not impossible."

Hearing the commotion inside, Ling Shu and Ling Yi exchanged a glance outside and simultaneously revealed a knowing smile.

"Sister Lingyi, the Third Prince isn't as cold-hearted as the legends say," Ling Shu whispered in Lingyi's ear.

“That’s true. When he rescued Miss on Little Wilderness Mountain and personally escorted her to the banquet at Qionglin Garden, I knew he was a cold-faced but warm-hearted person.” Lingyi’s eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

Who said that after their young lady broke off the engagement with the Ouyang family, she would become an unwanted old maid? Now... hasn't she met someone even better?

As they spoke, Ye Yanxun, holding Ye Yankang's hand, suddenly walked in from outside. Upon entering Lanxin Courtyard, Ye Yankang broke free of Ye Yanxun's hand and stumbled towards Ye Pianran's room, waving a grasshopper in his hand and calling out, "Sister~ Sister~"

Ling Shu and Ling Yi's expressions changed simultaneously. Oh no! The Third Prince is still in Miss's room!