CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: HER UNDYING LOVE WAS NOTHING SPECIAL

After Pei Shu’er and Tang Zan left, Yan Hengyin spoke to Yinxing.

"Do you have a mirror?"

Yinxing brought over a copper mirror and handed it to Yan Hengyin. He reached out with his bandaged hand and lifted the mirror, only to see his face wrapped densely in bandages.

Black-brown medicinal liquid seeped through the gauze, looking mottled and terrifying.

He was already disfigured.

He laughed at himself, causing the wound to throb, and soon blood seeped through the gauze.

The Third Prince, once the most handsome and charming in the Capital, the dream man of countless young women, who they wished to bear children with, was now disfigured.

No wonder, no wonder Pei Shu’er didn’t recognize him and called him General Lu.

She only recognized the armor he wore.

The love she once vowed was eternal now seemed insignificant.

He tentatively asked Yinxing, "That girl, isn’t she the Heir’s wife of Tang Zan?"

Since she mistook him for Lu Yuan, he might as well act the part.

Yinxing nodded.

Lu Yuan asked again, "I should’ve been severely injured at the time. How could such a skillful physician be in this place of exile?"

This wound, if it were elsewhere, would have been impossible to treat, even by the Imperial Physician.

But surprisingly, his wound was healed. If there were such a Divine Doctor here, he must find a way to keep them by his side, as it would mean having several additional lives.

Yinxing smiled proudly.

"It’s our Heir’s wife; she’s excellent in medicine."

Yan Hengyin was shocked, raising his head, leaving fingerprints on the copper mirror, his voice raised a degree higher, trembling slightly.

"What did you say?"

Yinxing naively repeated.

"It’s our Heir’s wife; she saved you. You were like a bloodied man at the time. I assisted her as she removed all the hidden weapons from your body."

"She was amazing, none of the weapons hurt your vital organs."

"Her medical skills are the best around here. Many of our people are alive because of her care. She’s our benefactor."

Yinxing’s words left Yan Hengyin speechless for a long time.

How could it be possible that Pei Shu’er knew medicine?

He knew Pei Shu’er for two whole years and never heard of her having any medical skills.

If he knew she had such medical skills, how could he have sent her to Prince Zhan Mansion as a pawn?

This was practically a waste of talent.

He surely would’ve chosen another person.

Thinking of this, he said, "When did your Heir’s wife start practicing medicine?"

Yinxing smiled, "On the path of exile."

Yan Hengyin continued to inquire, but Yinxing noticed something amiss and shook his head, saying no more.

Truly a loyal servant.

Just makes one wonder about Pei Shu’er, with her spoiled, capricious, and mindless nature.

Where did she get such a loyal maid?

The next morning, Yan Hengyin was pushed in a wheelchair by Yinxing and taken to the dining area.

This was Yan Hengyin’s first glimpse of the stone house’s structure.

The stone house appeared small but was fully equipped, even featuring a watchtower that seemed to have mechanisms.

He followed Yinxing and discreetly inquired about Pei Shu’er along the way.

Yinxing seemed like a "Shu’er fan," speaking incessantly about the Heir’s wife once she started talking.

"This pigpen was suggested by our Heir’s wife, and now wild boars don’t get sick."

"This fish pond was also designed by our Heir’s wife, and now everyone catches fish from here; the water is fresh but the fish can’t escape."

"And this wastewater treatment system, looking simple, yet none of us thought to use pipes to gather things together, keeping the ground clean and making use of waste."

"Now we’re not lacking in organic fertilizer in exile, and our crops grow the best."

Yinxing’s talk was full of praise for Pei Shu’er.

Yan Hengyin patiently listened, but the more he heard, the more he realized that the Pei Shu’er in Yinxing’s mouth was completely different from the Pei Shu’er he knew.

This Pei Shu’er was clever, knowledgeable, and inventive, never limiting herself to the usual mindset.

She was innovative, full of strange and wonderful ideas, and skilled in artful designs.

She was fearless and tireless, lacking any spoiled mannerisms, and never complained or blamed fate.

Except for initially grumbling and seeking him out, she later quietly accepted the exile.

Even if she lost her Noble Lady status and was far from her lifelong friends, she didn’t lose hope.

Instead, she eagerly embraced new life, and gradually, life improved.

If he had known Pei Shu’er was like this from the start, he would have given her a more important position.

After all, she loved him so intensely that if he asked, she would have gladly done it.

Now, having sent her to Tang Zan’s side in this place of exile, she was almost a wasted pawn.

When Yan Hengyin arrived at the dining room, he found everyone waiting in line for food.

Directly ahead, several large pots steamed with food, bubbling away.

Members of the three households and servants queued together for their meals.

After getting her food, Pei Shu’er carried her bowl to sit beside the three households.

The members warmly welcomed her, smiling and chatting amicably.

Tang Zan finished getting his food and sat down next to Pei Shu’er.

Their posture wasn’t intimate, but sitting together made Yan Hengyin feel repulsed.

Didn’t Pei Shu’er say she wouldn’t marry Tang Zan?

Didn’t she say she’d continue to serve him even after exile?

Why now does she seem to have accepted her role as the Heir’s wife?

Yan Hengyin finished his meal and sat down next to Pei Shu’er, observing her.

If it were the old Pei Shu’er, she’d surely turn to look at him like a startled deer.

But Pei Shu’er didn’t lift her head, quietly eating her meal.

She showed no interest in whoever sat beside her.

Tang Zan glared at Yan Hengyin, his gaze full of hostility.

Tang Zan said, "This is the table for the three households; guests are at that table."

What’s wrong with this person? Does he think because Pei Shu’er saved him, he can cling to her?

Yan Hengyin was met with a firm rejection, unwilling to confront Tang Zan, immediately wheeling himself over to another seat.

But he continued to meticulously observe Pei Shu’er.

If Pei Shu’er weren’t identical to his memory, he might even suspect she wasn’t Pei Shu’er.

However, Pei Shu’er indeed grew increasingly beautiful, her old image fading in his mind.

Moreover, her aura conveyed warmth yet maintained a certain aloofness, as if there were a constant distance between her and everyone.

Yet it was this distance that increasingly drew people’s eyes towards her.