The chaotic battlefield behind him could no longer affect Chu Dingjiang. His eyes, ears, and heart were filled only with An Jiu.
He barely managed to regain a shred of sense from his shock and heartache, giving her three pills to take before quickly leaving the imperial palace with her, and rushing back to Chayun Residence in Meihua Village.
The lake surface in Meihua Village was misty as usual, the bloodshed from the recent battles still lingering in the fog.
The two took a boat to the island.
The small boat sped across the water like a shuttle. Chu Dingjiang frequently looked down to check An Jiu’s condition.
Injuries caused by spiritual force were not trivial. At best, they took months to heal; at worst, they could lead to insanity or death. Chu Dingjiang could confirm that An Jiu had fainted due to the sudden depletion of spiritual force. If there were no major issues, An Jiu would wake up naturally. However, if she had suffered severe damage, the only doctor in the world he could think of to treat her injuries was Mo Sigui.
Regardless, he needed to find a quiet place nearby. Meihua Village was the best choice.
“My lord!” As soon as the boat touched the shore, Sui Yunzhu came to greet them.
Chu Dingjiang said nothing, carelessly tossing the oar on the bank and carrying An Jiu back to her room.
Before Sui Yunzhu could ask about the situation, all he saw was an afterimage. Seeing the injuries on both of them, he guessed that the battle in Bianjing was nearing its end. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine who could have injured two transcendent realm masters like this.
Sunlight broke through the clouds, showering down golden rays.
Light streamed in through the latticed windows, dust dancing in the beams. Chu Dingjiang had already placed An Jiu on the bed and was bending over to check her pulse.
He was skilled at treating external injuries but helpless against internal ones, let alone this mysterious spiritual force! He frowned as he examined her for a long time, finally relaxing slightly after confirming her pulse was normal.
“My lord, please tend to your wounds first,” Sui Yunzhu said, bringing in a medicine box.
Chu Dingjiang remained silent for a long time before turning and saying, “Watch her for a while.”
“Yes,” Sui Yunzhu replied.
Chu Dingjiang picked up the medicine box and strode out.
Sui Yunzhu was full of doubts. An Jiu, lying on the bed, had no visible external injuries. Her expression even carried a slight smile. If not for Chu Dingjiang’s extremely low mood, he wouldn’t have doubted that An Jiu was simply asleep.
Chu Dingjiang didn’t stay away for long.
After just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he returned, cleaned up, wearing a loose robe with wide sleeves, his black hair hanging loose.
Chu Dingjiang’s attire was usually mysterious and formal, most often a proper tight-fitting outfit with a cloak covering him from head to toe. This was the first time Sui Yunzhu had seen him dressed so casually, feeling that the person before him was full of an ancient aura as if he had walked out of the distant past.
Chu Dingjiang sat motionless on the embroidered stool by the bed, his large robe draping to the floor, his posture upright and powerful, a perfect blend of refinement and ruggedness.
Looking at this still scene, Sui Yunzhu felt the unconscious pressure emanating from Chu Dingjiang. After a moment’s struggle, he finally gathered the courage to ask, “My lord, what happened to Fourteen?”
Chu Dingjiang moved slightly, and after a while, he answered, “Her spiritual force is depleted. Go find Mo Xiaoyao.”
Mo Xiaoyao was Mo Sigui’s apprentice.
Sui Yunzhu thought to himself that Mo Xiaoyao wasn’t even half-qualified, how could he possibly have the ability to treat An Jiu? Despite his doubts, Chu Dingjiang’s words were always indisputable, so he didn’t ask any more questions and immediately went to find Mo Xiaoyao.
Shortly after, Sui Yunzhu returned with a person and a tiger.
Da Jiu, smelling An Jiu’s scent, happily rushed to the bedside and patted her arm with its chubby paw.
After receiving no response for a while, it tilted its head, its not-so-bright brain struggling to think.
“Do you know how to find Mo Sigui?” Chu Dingjiang turned to ask Mo Xiaoyao.