Dongfang Heng looked at Shen Lixue, his gaze suddenly changing: "Lixue, is your arm injured?"
Shen Lixue looked down and saw that the sleeve of her clothes was torn and a patch of skin on her arm was scraped, with a little blood seeping out. She hadn't felt anything before, but after hearing Dongfang Heng say this, she suddenly felt the pain: "It was probably just a scratch from an accident, it's nothing!"
"I'll carry you down the mountain!" After quickly cleaning and bandaging the wound, Dongfang Heng, without further ado, carried Shen Lixue on his back and steadily walked down the mountain.
Well, an arm injury has nothing to do with walking, right? However, Dongfang Heng's back is very broad and comfortable. She was just tired, so lying down and taking a nap wouldn't be bad.
"Remember to wake me up when we get down the mountain!" Shen Lixue said in a muffled voice, her head resting on Dongfang Heng's shoulder.
“Okay!” Dongfang Heng nodded and agreed loudly.
The small body on his back was light and soft, with little weight. The slender arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, and the head was resting on his back. She was very attached to him. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, outlining a beautiful arc.
Zi Mo and the guards of the Holy Prince's Mansion were already used to the intimacy between Dongfang Heng and Shen Lixue, so they didn't say anything. Besides, the Prince had already begun preparing for his wedding, and it wasn't strange for the two, who were about to become husband and wife, to be intimate.
Silently following behind the two, Zi Mo and the guards kept their eyes down, constantly glancing at the scenery in the distance. They pretended not to see Dongfang Heng and Shen Lixue's warm and intimate interaction.
The guards of the Zhanwang Mansion were almost speechless with shock. The dignified War God of the Azure Flame, Prince An of the Holy King's Mansion, was always cold-hearted and indifferent, never taking anything to heart. But now, he was actually carrying a woman down the mountain so intimately? They couldn't be mistaken, could they?
Li Youlan glared hatefully at Shen Lixue's departing figure. Falling into the ravine, she was still able to jump back up; she's incredibly lucky! She's also quite charming, managing to completely captivate Dongfang Heng.
Dongfang Heng and Shen Lixue walked quickly along the stone path and soon disappeared from sight. Dongfang Zhan looked at the sun in the western sky with deep eyes and said, "It's getting late. Let's set off and get down the mountain before dark!"
The sun was shining in the sky, and the fog over Black Mist Mountain was only a thin layer. Dongfang Heng and Zi Mo used their lightness skills to descend the mountain at top speed. When they came out of Black Mist Mountain, the sun had just set below the horizon, and the western sky was filled with a beautiful red sunset.
Dongfang Xun, protecting the old prince, had been waiting at the foot of the mountain. Small tents were pitched on the ground. Dongfang Heng walked out of Black Mist Mountain and handed the Cold Stone Flower to the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang examined it carefully, nodded repeatedly, and took the Cold Stone Flower to brew medicine.
Dongfang Xun looked at Shen Lixue, who was sleeping on Dongfang Heng's back. Her eyelids were slightly closed, and her long eyelashes were slightly curled up. She was less aloof and arrogant than usual, and more peaceful. Her serene sleeping face was so beautiful that one could not bear to defile her.
"Brother, Li Xue is injured. I'll take her to rest!" Dongfang Heng looked at Shen Li Xue on his back, lowered his voice and said, carrying her towards a tent. In her daze, she heard someone say, "Why is Prince Zhan here?" The deep male voice was Dongfang Xun.
"I was just looking for medicine in Black Mist Mountain!" Dongfang Zhan's voice was always elegant, like a gentle breeze.
“The guards of the Holy King’s Palace have set up many tents. If Prince Zhan does not mind, you may stay in one of the tents for the night…” Dongfang Zhan said politely.
"Thank you, Your Highness..." Dongfang Zhan said modestly.
Stepping into the tent, warm light shone in her face, and Shen Lixue's thoughts quickly cleared. She opened her eyes and found the tent to be like a small living room. The floor was covered with a carpet, a small table was placed in the center, chairs were on all four sides, and a soft couch was placed on one side for resting.
She was instantly wide awake and gently patted Dongfang Heng's shoulder: "Dongfang Heng, when will the old prince wake up?"
Dongfang Heng carefully put Shen Lixue down: "Grandpa is old and his health has always been poor. Even if he takes the Cold Stone Flower and his illness is cured, he will still sleep until tomorrow!"
Shen Lixue raised an eyebrow: "I'll go check on him!"
"Grandpa is unconscious right now, and you've had a long day and are injured. Rest for the night and get your energy back before you go see him!" Dongfang Heng gently kissed Shen Lixue's cherry lips, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "I'll have someone send over dinner and hot water!"
Shen Lixue has always been a clean person and takes a bath every night before bed. After walking on Black Mist Mountain for two days and getting covered in dust, she definitely needs to take a good bath to wash away the dirt.
"Dongfang Heng, where are you going?" Dongfang Heng looked tired, but showed no sign of resting. Shen Lixue frowned and asked.
Dongfang Heng said in a deep voice, "Go find the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang and ask him when his grandfather's illness will be cured!"
Not long after Dongfang Heng left the tent, a servant brought over dinner, which Shen Lixue ate.
The servants then brought over a screen and a wooden bucket, poured in hot water, and sprinkled many flower petals on it.
After having dinner, Shen Lixue went behind the screen, took off her clothes, entered the bathtub, washed away the stone chips covering her body, dried herself off, changed into clean clothes, and lay down on the bed.
The bed was soft and comfortable, and mosquito coils were burning in the tent. The fragrance was very light and there was no discomfort. The night was a bit cold at the foot of the mountain. Shen Lixue covered herself with a thin blanket, her head touching the pillow, and she quickly fell asleep.
Li Youlan also received a small tent. After bathing and changing her clothes, she did not rest, but walked out of the tent and followed the scent of medicine to the place where the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang was brewing medicine.
Watching the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang pour the brewed Cold Stone Flower into a bowl, she blinked and said, "Doctor, you've been busy for a long time and must be tired. I am the granddaughter of the Holy Old Prince, so I'll take this medicine to him."
The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang looked at Li Youlan suspiciously: "I've stayed at the Holy King's Mansion for many days, and I haven't heard that the old king has a granddaughter!"
Li Youlan smiled awkwardly: "My family and the Holy King's Mansion are old friends, so it's not wrong for me to call the Holy King Grandfather 'Grandpa'!"
"I see!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang nodded in understanding and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, young lady. This medicine has just been brewed and is very hot. You have delicate skin and you might get burned. I dare not trouble you!"
As he spoke, the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang picked up the medicine bowl and steadily walked towards the tent where the old king was.
Li Youlan's gaze sharpened, and with a flick of her slender fingers, a beam of light shot towards the Southern Frontier Ghost Doctor's knee. The Southern Frontier Ghost Doctor's leg buckled, and his body fell uncontrollably to the ground.
"Be careful." Li Youlan instantly appeared beside the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang, supporting him and catching the bowl of medicine: "Such precious Cold Stone Flowers would be a waste if spilled!"
"Thank you, young lady!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang steadied himself and sighed, "I'm old and useless now!"
Holding the bowl and smelling the fragrant aroma emanating from the medicine, Li Youlan smiled. She hadn't seen the old prince for many years and didn't even remember what he looked like. She had some vague images in her mind, but he was a very kind and approachable person. Since he was seriously ill, she was sure that by delivering the medicine herself, she could leave a very good and deep impression on him.
Standing in front of the tent, Li Youlan looked herself over several times, finding nothing amiss. She cleared her throat, about to speak, when Zi Mo lifted the curtain and came out. Upon seeing Li Youlan, his gaze was calm and unwavering. He glanced at the medicine bowl in her hand and said indifferently, "The medicine is ready!"
"Yes." Li Youlan nodded, a hint of displeasure flashing in her beautiful eyes. A guard was actually blocking her way.
He was a guard of the Holy King's Palace, so she didn't want to make things too difficult for him and prepared to walk past Zi Mo into the room.
Unexpectedly, Zi Mo reached out and took the medicine bowl first: "Thank you, Miss Li!" He pulled the curtain and went into the tent with the medicine bowl, leaving Li Youlan outside.
Looking at her empty hands, Li Youlan gritted her teeth in anger. Those despicable guards dared to play tricks on her.
"Miss, it's late, why aren't you back in your room to rest?" A detached voice sounded from behind.
Li Youlan turned around and saw a patrol of guards standing not far away, dozens of eyes staring at her as if she were a petty thief caught red-handed.
"I came out for a walk, I'll go back to rest soon!" Li Youlan gave an awkward, dry laugh, suppressing her guilt, turned around, and quickly walked towards her tent, feeling extremely frustrated.