CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 94: THE UNCONSCIOUS YOUNGEST SON!

"However... there’s a fearsome ghost behind you right now, with disheveled hair, and it’s a female ghost. Her tongue has dropped down to quite a length and her claws are right behind your head."

Yu Nianzhao’s calm words suddenly made Mu Hongxuan anxious and worried.

He stood frozen on the spot, tearfully saying, "Your Highness, are you really not just trying to scare your subordinate?"

"Do I look that idle to you, to come scare you?"

"Then Your Highness, what should I do?" He held his breath, not daring to turn back easily.

"What are you afraid of? You can’t see her anyway, just leave nonchalantly!"

"That’s easy to say..." But after knowing there’s a ghost, he couldn’t help but imagine things, what should he do?

"Mu Hongxuan, are you afraid of ghosts?" Yu Nianzhao teased.

Mu Hongxuan immediately straightened his back, righteously saying, "How could I be? Your Highness must be mistaken; how could I possibly be afraid of ghosts, ha, it’s truly a joke."

Mu Hongxuan walked away, hands and feet in sync.

Yu Nianzhao added to the scene behind him, "Mu Hongxuan, be careful, you just stepped on the female ghost’s tongue, almost facing her eye to eye, mouth to mouth."

Mu Hongxuan froze, then quickened his pace, fleeing from there.

Yu Nianzhao almost burst out laughing; the cold air around her was growing stronger, Zhixi was exhaling white breath, couldn’t help but rub her arms saying, "Your Highness, the prison is really so cold."

"Zhixi, you should stay away from me for a while. The Yin Qi here is too heavy; you won’t be able to take it."

"I can endure it," Zhixi shivered all over but still didn’t want to move away from Yu Nianzhao.

Yu Nianzhao frowned lightly and looked ahead at the floating fierce ghost.

A ghost with disheveled hair; her tongue stretched out, dragging along the ground, her eyes were dug out, leaving only two hollow cavities, desperately searching for something.

The resentment on these two fierce ghosts was the most severe; wherever they floated, the coldness was the most intense.

Yu Nianzhao couldn’t help but glance at them a few more times, always feeling there’s something strange about them, making it hard to decipher.

"Zhaozhao, let’s go back to the mansion." Xie Jiuxiao changed into a black robe trimmed with gold, his cool brows and eyes carried the aura of a superior, walking to her side, even those fierce ghosts couldn’t withstand the Evil Qi on him, wanting to invade his body but afraid of the Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Alright, let’s go back for dinner. I’m hungry; wonder what Ms. Jiang has prepared that’s delicious."

"She always cares for you, definitely will prepare what you love to eat."

"Of course, Ms. Jiang treats me like her own daughter!"

As the sky darkened, just as they planned to leave the prison, Mr. Zhao hastily ran over, looking at Yu Nianzhao like he saw a savior.

"Your Highness, you are truly the most divine magician I have ever seen. As soon as I returned to the mansion, I found my youngest went missing; I immediately took people to search the entire city and finally intercepted the young one on a carriage leaving the city." Mr. Zhao was still terrified, his voice trembling.

Just a bit more, his son would have been taken away from Shangjing. At that time, the heavens would be high, and the emperor far away, finding someone would be challenging; how could he not be frightened?

Xie Jiuxiao raised an eyebrow, glanced at Yu Nianzhao, "You just cast a fortune for Mr. Zhao?"

"Yes, just a hand’s turn."

"Mr. Zhao, isn’t that a good thing? I said Your Highness can predict fortune, ensuring you escape calamity? Are you here to thank her, to offer a reward?" Dongfang Chenyuan smiled, already eagerly awaiting the reward.

Mr. Zhao’s forehead was covered in sweat, "The reward is not an issue; the key is, after the youngest was found, he remained in a coma, couldn’t wake up no matter how we shook him, really worrying, I had no choice but to think of asking Mr. Chen for a look, his medical skills are extraordinary, surely he could see something."

"Mr. Chen just left; your timing is off."

"This..."

"Mu Hongxuan, while Mr. Chen hasn’t returned to the mansion, escort him to the Zhao Mansion." Xie Jiuxiao decisively said.

"Yes, your subordinate will go right away." Mu Hongxuan turned and went to intercept him.

Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully bowed, "Thank you, Prince, I also thought, without your command, I’m afraid Mr. Chen wouldn’t personally come to diagnose."

Mr. Chen is not someone ordinary people can invite, only the Prince can summon him so openly without being scolded.

"Then I won’t delay the Prince and Your Highness returning to the mansion. With Mr. Chen coming over, I’ll be much relieved." Mr. Zhao made way for them.

Outside the prison, the sunset cast its last glow, Yu Nianzhao stared at him for a while, suddenly asking, "Mr. Zhao, has dinner been prepared at your mansion?"

"Uh?" Mr. Zhao was dumbfounded, instinctively said, "Dinner is always prepared, the cooks should have it ready."

"Good, then we’ll disturb you, Mr. Zhao, and dine at your mansion tonight." Yu Nianzhao nodded lightly, deciding promptly.

"Uh? What’s this?" Mr. Zhao looked at Xie Jiuxiao, clueless.

Xie Jiuxiao said meaningfully, "Mr. Zhao, your son’s coma is probably not that simple; even Mr. Chen may not be able to cure him. Zhaozhao is willing to have dinner at the Zhao Mansion, aren’t you leading the way?"

Mr. Zhao’s scalp tingled, quickly made a ’please’ gesture, "Yes, yes, Prince’s reminder is right, dinner will surely be prepared safely. Prince and Your Highness, please."

The Zhao Mansion is just at the end of bustling Long Street, unlike the dazzling lights outside, inside the Zhao Mansion seemed to have only a few candles lit, making it extremely dim inside.

Mu Hongxuan was also swift; Mr. Chen had just a few steps left to get home but was literally dragged back by him.

"Alas! What’s going on again? My old bones are going to be torn apart by you guys; seriously, already been bustling all day, can’t you let someone have a good dinner? Really too much."

Mr. Chen rubbed his sore back, eyes full of grievance.

Mr. Zhao made a bow toward him, "Mr. Chen, my youngest still remains unconscious. May I trouble Mr. Chen to take a look? Tonight, perhaps you all should stay in the mansion for dinner."

Mr. Chen glanced gloomily at Xie Jiuxiao, "The Imperial Physician has at least dozens. Why catch me alone to squeeze? Really... back then, I shouldn’t have kindly helped you, youngster. Helping once means a lifetime."

Xie Jiuxiao was long accustomed to it, calmly retorted, "In the future, Mr. Chen may want to help but won’t be able to help; it won’t make a difference now."

"..." Mr. Chen was speechless, recalling Xie Jiuxiao’s life expectancy being less than twenty-six, suddenly wanted to slap his own mouth, yet couldn’t help saying, "Alright, alright, torment this old man as you please, I’ll take a look."

They arrived at Mr. Zhao’s youngest son’s room, hearing sobbing inside.

Mr. Chen went in carrying the medicine box, but Yu Nianzhao halted at the door, looking at the garden filled with rhododendrons, the blossoms blooming brilliantly, yet these flowers... clearly weren’t in season to bloom!