Ling Muzhu covered his burning right cheek in disbelief. Although his grandfather was always stern, he had never slapped him in public. This time, he actually hit him for Feng Jin, that ugly woman!
"You scoundrel, what kind of upbringing has your father given you? You're even making baseless accusations against your elder brother. Steward, take him to the ancestral hall to kneel and reflect. He is not to be released without my permission!"
"Yes, Old Master!"
The servant dragged the shouting and struggling Ling Muzhu away.
"Han'er, your leg!"
Elder Master Ling looked at Ling Mohan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and felt a chill in his heart.
"The residual poison in the young general's body has not been completely cleared, and his legs have been subjected to the ice curse for too long. They cannot stand for the time being and will require further treatment!"
Feng Jin said calmly.
Elder Master Ling was shocked. Even renowned imperial physicians found it difficult to treat Han'er's condition, yet she could resolve it so easily.
It seemed that the master's words were correct. Feng Jin's fate was indeed auspicious, and she could be of great help to Han'er. This granddaughter-in-law was truly worth the cost.
"Feng Jin, I will entrust Han'er entirely to you!"
With Ling Mohan's recovery in sight and the Ling family having an heir, Elder Master Ling's heart, which had been troubled for half a year, finally settled.
He then left the young couple alone, leading the crowd away.
"The autumn wind is biting. The young general has just recovered from his injuries and is not suited to be in the wind. Let's go back to your room!"
The countless eyes of the Ling family were all focused on her. If anything happened to Ling Mohan's body, it would be her responsibility.
As long as she had no intention of leaving the Ling family, Ling Mohan was her protective shield. Naturally, she had to take good care of him.
In the room, Feng Jin helped Ling Mohan onto the bed.
She placed her hand on his pulse.
His pulse was much better than before. However, after lying unconscious in bed for half a year, it was a good thing that his mind and limbs had not degenerated.
"I will perform acupuncture and massage for you daily, along with medicinal baths. In two months, you will be fully recovered!"
Feng Jin opened the acupuncture kit she had prepared: "Take off your pants!"
Ling Mohan's fair face instantly turned red, even the roots of his ears were crimson. Veins bulged on his forehead. If Feng Jin hadn't dissolved the ice curse within him, such words alone would have made Feng Jin disappear from his sight long ago.
Seeing Ling Mohan's hesitation, a flicker of impatience crossed Feng Jin's eyes: "Hurry up, take them off!"
If he didn't take off his pants, how could she perform acupuncture?
Feng Jin raised her eyelids and took in Ling Mohan's embarrassed expression.
A flash of inspiration struck her, and Feng Jin finally understood what was happening. She tried to explain gently, "If you don't take off your pants, how can I help you with acupuncture!"
This man had traversed battlefields and seen all sorts of situations, why was he so… so innocent…
Ling Mohan constantly reminded himself that he was undergoing treatment, but he still felt uncomfortable. He quickly took off his pants and turned his head away to avoid embarrassment.
"Young general, there's no need for that. I am a physician, I have seen it all. In my eyes, you are no different from the practice dummy I use for acupuncture!"
Feng Jin said faintly, her slender, fair fingers picking up a silver needle.
Before Ling Mohan could react, the silver needle had already been inserted into the acupoints on his legs.
Ling Mohan only felt a slight numbness and a tingling sensation in his legs, followed by a gradual warmth spreading through them.
"The last needle will be a bit painful, bear with it!"
Feng Jin channeled her internal energy to the silver needle and accurately inserted it into the acupoint.
Unlike the previous feeling of slight numbness, a bone-chilling pain swept through his legs as the needle entered.
Ling Mohan's brows furrowed, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The last needle, along with the pain from all the other acupoints, felt like bones being crushed. It was the first time Feng Jin had seen someone remain unfazed by the last needle.
The title of War God of Southern Chu was truly well-deserved.
Just as Feng Jin reached out to massage Ling Mohan, the closed door was kicked open from the outside.
"Ling Mohan, I heard you were awake. Your life…"
Gu Beichen's words caught in his throat as he took in the scene.
"It seems I've come at an inopportune time. Please continue… continue!"
Ling Mohan's face turned ashen. He felt a surge of murderous intent: "Get out!"
"If you don't want these legs, feel free to move them!"
Feng Jin's massage pressure suddenly increased, but her expression remained calm.
The sudden pain spread throughout his body. Ling Mohan's hands, hanging at his sides, tensed and clenched into fists. Sweat beaded on his back, dampening his clothes.
Seeing this, Gu Beichen wisely withdrew, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
That woman was too terrifying. It was the first time he had seen someone treat Ling Mohan like that. However, that woman was too ugly. Ling Mohan actually managed to…
"Little Prince, why have you come here?"
Lu Shi said in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, the Little Prince had disappeared. The young general had ordered that no one was to go to the East Courtyard.
"Lu Shi, who is the woman in the room? The cold-faced general just woke up and they've arranged a woman for him, and such an ugly one at that. Can he… handle it?"
"Little Prince, please be careful. The person in the room is the young madam, and it was the young madam who cured the young general's illness!"
Gu Beichen's expression stiffened. The woman he had just seen, so ugly he couldn't bear to look, was actually Ling Mohan's wife.
*Pfft* He couldn't help himself and burst into laughter, finding this matter something he could tease Ling Mohan about for a lifetime.
Feng Jin pushed the door open and came out, coming face to face with the two of them.
"Young Madam!" Lu Shi bowed respectfully. He had followed the young general since he was young, and his own life had been saved by the young general. Feng Jin curing the young general made her his benefactor.
Gu Beichen stopped his smile and looked at Feng Jin, appraising her. However, he was shocked by Feng Jin's appearance.
"The Prime Minister truly has a daughter as ugly as you. This woman doesn't know she's ugly and doesn't even wear a veil when she goes out…"
Feng Jin's eyes narrowed. A cold glint flashed from beneath her wide sleeve, and a needle as fine as a cow's hair shot out.
Gu Beichen instantly lost his voice. His throat felt as if it were burning, and he could only manage a series of garbled sounds, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Does the Little Prince know the saying 'disaster comes from the mouth'? Today, I will teach the Little Prince a lesson and show him how to respect others!"
"Young Madam, please show mercy!" Lu Shi pleaded from the side. This young madam was new here and truly didn't know her place, daring to lay a hand on the Little Prince. If the Duke of Dingbei were to mete out punishment, their Ling Estate would also be implicated.
Feng Jin glanced at the two of them and said faintly, "It will be resolved in half an hour!"
"You…" Gu Beichen opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He watched helplessly as Feng Jin walked past him, unable to do anything.
Just as Feng Jin had said, Gu Beichen recovered completely after half an hour, with not a single after-effect.