“Imperial physicians—clearly just a bunch of quacks!”

“…Uh!” The room full of maids was speechless.

Li Cheng couldn’t just watch Song Zhi lie here and do nothing. His sharp gaze looked toward several male servants in the room, pointing: “You few, carry Song Zhi to my place.”

“Ah?”

“Ah what? Hurry up! Do you want him to die here?”

The male servants didn’t dare move: “Young Lord Cheng, that won’t do! Young Master Song’s current condition—he can’t be moved. Moreover, the prince said to have us watch over him carefully. If you…”

Li Cheng interrupted: “I don’t want to argue with you. He’s injured like this now, and your prince just had a few imperial physicians look at him, then said something about letting him make it through two days and he’ll be fine? Indeed the kind of thing a bunch of quacks would say!”

“Young Lord Cheng…”

“No matter what, I must take him away today.”

“Please don’t make things difficult for us.”

“Fine, I won’t make things difficult for you. I’ll do it myself.” Li Cheng rolled up his sleeves, preparing to help Song Zhi up.

His hands hadn’t even touched him—

He was blocked by everyone in the room.

Constantly begging him not to do this.

At the same time.

Na Yan’s carriage had already arrived at the manor entrance.

As soon as he got down, someone from the manor rushed over to report: “Your Highness, Your Highness, something’s wrong!”

This shout startled Na Yan.

Could it be—

“Is it Song Zhi?”

“No, it’s Young Lord Cheng. He came to the manor looking for Young Master Song, and now he insists on taking him away.”

Li Cheng?

“Absurd!”

Na Yan hurried over.

Before even entering the room, he heard sounds from inside.

Then he saw Li Cheng being held back by several servants, not allowing him to approach the bed.

Na Yan shouted: “Stop!”

Full of威pressure.

Everyone in the room froze in an instant.

The several people pulling Li Cheng also retreated to the side.

Na Yan first glanced at Song Zhi on the bed. Seeing he was unharmed, he felt relieved.

Then he walked before Li Cheng, his face dark, asking: “Li Cheng, what are you doing?”

Li Cheng’s face was flushed red as he straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, his expression cold and resolute: “I came to take Song Zhi away from here.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I know. I also know that if I don’t take him away, he’ll die here.”

“Hmph! His injuries are too severe right now. Whether he can survive is still unknown! The only thing to do now is wait. If you take him away now, you’ll be harming him. At least here I have imperial physicians watching over him. If something really happens, they can still try to save him.” Na Yan’s words were cold and stern.

No matter what, he wouldn’t let Li Cheng take Song Zhi away.

After hearing these words—

Li Cheng laughed coldly.

“Wait? Wait to die? Those imperial physicians in the palace are all quacks. What illness can they treat? What person can they save? Second Prince, I’m not like you. Song Zhi risked his life to block a sword for you, yet you believe the words of a few quacks, letting him lie here slowly waiting to die. You really can do such a thing.”

Na Yan was furious: “Li Cheng, I’ll say it one more time—you cannot take him. If you continue making trouble, don’t blame this prince for not giving you face.”

“I must take him.”

Na Yan’s brows drew together as he ordered: “Someone come, throw Li Cheng out for this prince.”

Upon command, guards from the manor rushed in and immediately seized Li Cheng.

Li Cheng struggled with all his might, looking at Na Yan with fury: “Let go.”

“You’re being completely insubordinate. Even if your father Marquis Pingyang were here, he wouldn’t dare speak to this prince like this.”

“He is him, I am me.”

“Fine, then this prince need not consider Marquis Pingyang’s face. Throw him out!”

Actually said throw!

“Yes!”

The guards seized Li Cheng and dragged him out.

Li Cheng struggled to no avail, raising his voice to shout: “Na Yan, you know I, Li Cheng, fear nothing in heaven or earth. If that bookworm has an accident in your manor, I’ll definitely settle accounts with you!”

His voice grew more and more distant.

Smaller and smaller.

The room finally returned to quiet.

Na Yan walked to the bedside, looking down at Song Zhi with worry for a long while, then asked the maid: “Has he woken up?”

The maid shook her head: “No.”

“Take good care of him. No matter what, you must get the medicine the imperial physicians prescribed down his throat.”

“Yes.”

Na Yan sighed.

Worried in his heart.

Song Zhi, oh Song Zhi, you absolutely must not have an accident.

…

Li Cheng was thrown out of the Second Prince’s Manor. The large doors closed.

Blocking him at the entrance.

No matter how he pounded on the doors, it was futile.

He was truly anxious now.

Now Song Zhi had met with an accident, and Jingrong and Ji Yunshu’s whereabouts were unknown.

What was going on?

He should have been living his life carefree and at ease, but since returning to the capital, in just a month or two, everything had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Those who died had died, those who left had left, those injured were injured.

And what he needed to do most urgently now was hurry and save Song Zhi.

But Na Yan had invited several useless quacks to treat him, and now had Song Zhi lying in bed—it was undoubtedly letting him lie in bed for two days, then wait to die.

The bamboo house outside the city.

Ji Yunshu and Jingrong sat inside the house.

As if waiting for someone.

After a long while, Ji Yunshu stood and walked to the doorway, looking toward the direction of the courtyard entrance.

Jingrong walked to her side, saying: “Song Zhi will be fine.”

So they were waiting for news about Song Zhi.

Yesterday they had witnessed with their own eyes Song Zhi being stabbed, the sword going straight through his chest. For a weak scholar to take a sword was naturally no small matter.

Ji Yunshu said in a low voice: “I hope so.”

Before long, Jingrong’s guard came hurrying forward.

Also bringing news: “Last night after Young Master Song took a sword, he was brought back to the manor by the Second Prince. His injuries are very severe.”

“Very severe?” Ji Yunshu worried.

“Yes, I heard… if he can’t make it through these two days, then…” he’ll die.

But the guard didn’t say this.

Jingrong asked: “And then? Has he woken up?”

“Not yet. Oh, and Young Lord Cheng ran to the manor and caused a big scene, saying he wanted to take Young Master Song away, couldn’t let him wait to die in the manor. But the Second Prince threw him out.”

Li Cheng?

Oh yes, they’d almost forgotten about that fellow.

He was quite loyal and righteous.

Ji Yunshu’s heart filled with worry, her elegant brows knitted together.

Jingrong waved his hand, having the guard withdraw.

He said: “Song Zhi is blessed with good fortune—he’ll definitely wake up.”

“I’m just afraid that waiting like this will really let him die from waiting.”

A sigh.

Jingrong: “I know you’re worried about Song Zhi. I’m worried too. But since the imperial physicians have already examined him, if he can be saved, naturally they won’t ignore him. Besides, Song Zhi saved the Second Prince’s life. The Second Prince won’t let him just die like this. Unless you want to be like Young Lord Cheng and go bring him out? And then what? Have some wandering quack treat him?”

He hit Ji Yunshu’s sore spot in one blow.

At this time, she indeed couldn’t make a scene like Li Cheng. Song Zhi staying in the Second Prince’s Manor was his only chance to survive.