Muruo?

Who was that?

Ji Yunshu furrowed her brow. The pain on her face struck again. Her hand under the covers lifted once more, preparing to touch her face.

The next moment, Muruo grabbed it again and stuffed it back under the covers.

“Of course it hurts, but absolutely don’t touch it. The medicine on your face can’t be bought with silver—it’s a priceless treasure.”

“Hm?”

“An ancestral formula, not shared lightly.”

A proud expression!

Ji Yunshu bit her lip from the pain, her head still somewhat dizzy. She asked again, “Did I sleep for a long time?”

Muruo answered casually, “Not long—just one day!”

One day?

That was quite a while—she should have woken up even with anesthesia.

Supporting herself, she wanted to get up while asking, “Who exactly are you? I… wasn’t I in…”

Before she finished, she was interrupted.

“Don’t move around!”

Muruo suddenly leaned down, his peach-blossom face approaching hers, abruptly magnified.

As her vision became clearer, Ji Yunshu saw that handsome face clearly, carrying a full measure of roguishness. She saw his fine eyebrows arch upward several times.

Seeing this, Ji Yunshu instinctively shrank back and turned her face away.

Muruo’s lips curved up as he reached out to pinch her pointed, delicate chin, saying, “Indeed, a beauty in the making. No wonder that boy Jingrong is so infatuated with you!”

That boy Jingrong?

Hey, hey, hey, who are you?!

So presumptuous?

However, Ji Yunshu was startled—she still had her hair in a man’s topknot.

But then again, medical treatment required close contact, so knowing she was a woman wasn’t surprising.

Her gaze shifted away as she still tried to support herself to get up, but the next moment, her shoulder was pressed down by Muruo again.

“Woman, why are you so disobedient? I already said you can’t move around.”

“I want to sit up.”

Muruo frowned. Really having no way to deal with her, he could only release her shoulder and actively help her up.

The scene before her eyes became clearer and clearer. Only then did Ji Yunshu discover she was in her own room.

She also saw clearly the Muruo standing before her—dressed in white robes, with a simple gray scarf wrapped around his neck, looking like an elegant scholar or strategist.

Yet those peach-blossom eyes clearly betrayed him.

This person was a romantic!

“How did I end up here? Who exactly are you? Where’s Wei Yi? Where’s the Prince? I heard their voices, and also Mei Xiang’er…”

“Wait!” Muruo raised his hand to stop her. “Beauty, you’re asking so many questions at once—I can’t answer them all. I only manage treating injuries, not tracking down people.”

“…”

Muruo took a handkerchief to wipe his hands, walked to the desk, and packed up his needle case, his back to her.

He instructed, “During this period, the wound on your face absolutely cannot be exposed to wind. In short, if you don’t want to leave a scar, you must remember the Mo family’s nine-character mantra: avoid meat, evade wind and rain, don’t touch with hands.”

However—

Although Ji Yunshu didn’t understand major injuries and treatments, she had a clear sense of the wound on her face.

She laughed bitterly, “It can’t be cured. The wound was caused by a silver hairpin that injured down to the bone. As they say, bone and flesh are connected—once bone is scraped by a silver implement, scars will naturally remain on the skin and flesh.”

“So the young lady understands medical arts!”

“I don’t!”

Muruo had already packed up his things. Turning his head, he said to Ji Yunshu very seriously, “Perhaps for those quack doctors, your injury indeed can’t be cured anymore, and maybe for the rest of your life you’ll have to live wearing masks and veils. But as it happens, you’ve encountered me. So the injury on your face—I guarantee within one month it will definitely recover.”

Such boastful words!

Even in modern times, no doctor would dare guarantee complete recovery within a month!

Seeing Ji Yunshu still half-believing, half-doubting, Muruo curved his lips. “This divine physician hasn’t treated anyone for a whole year. If it weren’t for Jingrong’s sake this time, right now I’d still be in Beiyang City watching the song and dance festival.”

“…”

Ji Yunshu didn’t know what he was talking about, so she simply didn’t respond!

Someone rushed in through the doorway, footsteps hurried.

“Shu’er.”

Wei Yi’s voice traveled from the doorway to the bedside. He grabbed her hand, a pair of eyes full of heartache gazing tightly at her.

“Shu’er, does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Thank goodness Shu’er you’re alright.”

“Wei Yi, was it you who found me?”

Wei Yi nodded. “I said before, as long as I hear the sound of the bell on Shu’er’s foot, I can find you.”

Ji Yunshu smiled. Fortunately, Wei Yi really did hear the bell sound, otherwise she probably would have perished in the sea of flames.

She asked again, “Then, how did you find that underground chamber?”

“The fire was so big at the time. They all pulled me out, but I heard the sound of Shu’er’s bell and knew Shu’er you must be in the house. Then elder brother seemed to go crazy, searching everywhere for you in the house. But the fire was so big, I was pulled outside. But elder brother refused to leave. I waited outside for a long time, then elder brother came out carrying you. Elder brother is so amazing—he really found Shu’er you.”

An admiring expression!

Ji Yunshu’s heart trembled faintly. “Then, where is elder brother now?”

“I can’t say.” Wei Yi covered his mouth.

Ji Yunshu was puzzled. “Why can’t you say?”

“Because…”

Before he finished speaking, his collar was grabbed by Muruo and lifted up, dragging him backward like carrying a small chicken.

Wei Yi staggered several steps before standing steady, glaring angrily at Muruo.

He said displeasedly, “Why did you hit me?”

Muruo acted as if nothing had happened, spreading both hands. “Which eye of yours saw me hit you?”

“Both eyes saw it.”

“Brat, talking nonsense.”

“I’m not talking nonsense. Mother said lying is bad. You did hit me.”

“Bullshit!” Muruo’s face turned livid with anger.

The next moment, Wei Yi covered his nose with one hand and fanned with the other, making a disgusted expression, and even said, “So smelly.”

Pfft—

Muruo’s whole being was not well. Smoke came out of his nose. Then looking at Ji Yunshu, he asked with a strange expression, “Where did you pick up this thing?”

What a venomous tongue!

Comparable to Jingrong’s.

Ji Yunshu ignored his words and returned to the main topic again. “Where is Prince Rong?”

Muruo replied, “He’s busy!”

“With the disappearance case?”

“You should focus on healing your injury first. Other matters don’t require your concern. A beauty as exceptional as you—if your face is ruined, what a pity. Remember, rest well.”

“But…”

Before Ji Yunshu finished speaking, Muruo dragged Wei Yi out.

Outside in the courtyard, she could still faintly hear them arguing at the door.

When did these two antagonists get together?

And also, where did that strange person Muruo come from?

She got out of bed, draped on a thin garment, walked to the mirror and slowly sat down. Turning her face to the side, she clearly saw that scar on her face.

The wound area had some transparent ointment applied, gleaming with light.

The pain still came in waves. She originally wanted to reach up and scratch it, touch it, but remembering the three great taboos Muruo mentioned, she still held back.