Would You Like to Have a Drink

Chapter 27.2

He staggered onto his horse, leaned against it, then steered forward carefully.

Ye Linghan didn’t dare to run too fast, because everytime the horse jolted, the wound on his body would ache, it was a pain that was unbearable to endure, and blood would eventually flow out.

At most, each student would bring some simple hemostatic cloth strips as wound medicine was not allowed. Ye Linghan took the risk to sneak some in, but he was helpless in the face of such a large wound, therefore he could only return to the camp of the hunting competition, and if he could bandage it well……..Maybe he’d be able to hold on a little longer, after all, the competition had just started not too long ago.

For a whole day and a night, this was his last hope, Ye Linghan would not give up so easily no matter what.

Thud…thud…thud

Shortly, after he had run out, a voice of a garrison guard came from the front.

“Ah, so it’s Young Master Ye.”

The guard on duty had been standing there to watch, feeling bored, it was difficult to merely wait until an interesting person unexpectedly came out. Thinking of the fragrant rumors of the other party circulating in the brothels of Liu Street, his tone suddenly became more frivolous.

Ye Linghan looked like a girl, born good-looking, and had the status of a noble. In the final analysis, it was still really a powerful person losing all its power and advantages. It’s unknown how much more advanced he was compared to those smeared young men.

Thinking of such a person secretly having to curry favor in bed with those old men who were already in their coffins and were half buried in the ground behind their backs, the garrison guard felt disdainful from the bottom of his hearts.

“Lord.”

Facing the other party’s clear and undisguised expression, Ye Linghan clenched the reins tightly and lowered his posture, hatred and anger swept across the prairie ablaze, but he still didn’t dare to say a word.

In the end, the guard was still afraid of this protege who was sent by the Wei Country to be a hostage. After a few words, the guard reluctantly showed him the way. 

Ye Linghan’s fingertips were bleeding on the palm of his hand, yet he still continued to ride away without making a sound.

After a while, when the cold wind had already dried all the blood on his right shoulder and condensed into large scabs, Ye Linghan arrived at the entrance of the hunting camp.

A witch doctor in coir raincoat frowned when he saw his wound, and ordered people to remove him from his horse. He then put in herbs in a medicine bowl in his hand, and began to mix the wound medicine on the spot.

(t/n The witch doctor is a person with two identities. He can not only communicate with ghosts and gods, but also deal with medicine. He is more specialized in medicine than ordinary wizards.)

“Lie down, otherwise you’ll lose this hand.”

Ye Linghan’s face turned pale with shock, and his resentment was hard to calm down.

He did not understand.

Since Zong Luo had ordered Xuan Cavalry to take care of him, at least for him….. It was seen as being affectionate, at least a little bit.

But now, he obviously didn’t tell Zong Luo’s secret, but the latter injured his arm like this for the sake of the Eighth Prince who lived in the Cold Palace all year round.

Why, just because Zong Ruichen was his younger brother? Zong Hongjiu was also his younger brother! Why didn’t I see him showing him no mercy as well.

Ye Linghan hadn’t been lying down for long when the witch doctor was suddenly called away temporarily.

“His Highness the Ninth Prince is injured! Hurry and go call an imperial physician!”

“What about the witch doctor? As for that witch doctor, he must be blind. Can’t you see that the Ninth Prince is still screaming in pain!”

Ye Linghan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quietly opened a corner of the tent to look outside.

Sure enough, Zong Hongjiu laid on a sedan chair and was yelling loudly. From a distance, he could see that his face was covered with blood, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and several of his teeth had been knocked out.

“This Prince…this Prince is going to kill that impostor!”

Zong Hongjiu couldn’t even stand up, and could only slur his speech, which made him even more furious.

He had never experienced such a big grievance since he was a child.

“You form an army for me now, and dig three feet deep into the ground and find that student named Gu Luo. This Prince will cut him into pieces and punish him with Ling Chi!”

“This……” Duan Junhao was a little speechless, “Why don’t the Ninth Prince go to Yanwei Mansion and ask?”

He had just carefully questioned the two guards who followed the Ninth Prince, and they both said that they didn’t see anything unusual, and that it was the Ninth Prince who fell off the horse himself, resulting in him being in this state.

In the case of unsubstantiated claims, even if Zong Hongjiu was a prince, Duan Junhao was still not willing to wrong any innocent student.

“Bold! Daring to murder the Emperor’s heir, this is considered a felony……”

The servant next to Zong Hongjiu immediately wanted to follow up to flatter his master, and when he was about to put a big hat on Duan Junhao, a sharp voice suddenly came from afar.

(t/n Big hat- use high-sounding reasons or the power of dignitaries to force the other party to bow their heads.)

“His Majesty has arrived—”

Simultaneously, everyone in the hunting ground was startled.

All the people who were busy stood up straight, cupped their fists and saluted, “Welcome Your Majesty!”

In the distance, the dark golden emperor’s entourage moved over like a sea of clouds.

The emperor in the dragon robe of the same color sat on a majestic maroon horse, followed by Pei Qianxue, the Prime Minister of Great Yuan, who was dressed in green.

After arriving at the hunting ground, Emperor Yuan’s expression was calm. With just one look, Yuan Jia immediately told Duan Junhao to make arrangements.

On ordinary days, Emperor Yuan’s joy and anger were not visible on the surface, but now any fool could tell that His Majesty was in a bad mood. Zong Hongjiu, who was still flaunting his power just now, shrank his neck as if being strangled, and did not dare to say a word.

After a stick of incense, a garrison guard on duty rushed over.

He half-knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, “Reporting to His Majesty, the student named Gu Luo that you are looking for……..Not long ago, got into an accident together with the King of Beining………….rolled down the cliff, and haven’t found any traces of them yet.”