Chapter Seven: The Scapegoat Princess Is Sentenced to Death (7)

After about one-tenth of an incense stick’s time had passed, the anxious heart of Imperial Physician Wang finally stopped pounding, and Prince Lu Zhu Qin calmed down.

His left face was paralyzed, his right hand cramped, and he collapsed weakly to the ground.

The silver needles stuck in him were moving erratically; he had only himself to blame.

Yet even so, Imperial Physician Wang could not just ignore him—after all, royal medical disputes were truly life-threatening. He hurried forward and first observed the headache for a while.

Then, he carefully began to remove the crooked silver needles one by one. Even though Prince Lu’s left face was paralyzed and his right hand cramped, the crooked needles had to come out first before treating the paralysis and cramps.

Before he could even remove two needles, Prince Lu’s otherwise unaffected left hand suddenly lashed out in anger with a fierce slap.

He knocked Imperial Physician Wang to the ground. “Who told you to prick me with needles? Are you trying to murder me? If my true body is destroyed, I will annihilate your entire clan without mercy!”

Receiving a solid slap on the right cheek and his body involuntarily tilting left, Imperial Physician Wang suddenly remembered that Prince Lu was always trying to cultivate his undisturbed true body through the Great Cycle, emphasizing the preservation of his vital energy to achieve immortality. He had never been willing to accept treatments like acupuncture.

He feared that the needles would break his true body and leak his vital energy. Whether true or not, he believed it wholeheartedly.

Once he believed it, he would act resolutely.

Prince Lu had always considered his alchemy skills supreme and refused others’ treatments, choosing instead to take pills he concocted himself when ill. So Imperial Physician Wang had hardly treated him with acupuncture before; he only vaguely remembered the former steward of the Prince’s Mansion mentioning the Prince’s refusal of acupuncture, a steward who had already been executed by Emperor Guangwu.

This was bad; he would probably be resented for this.

Seeing the situation, Dong Huaide, who had only recently arrived and did not know the details, quickly stepped forward to soothe him. “Your Highness, you fainted earlier. Imperial Physician Wang only wants you to recover sooner. Please calm down for now and let him remove the needles. He will continue your treatment afterward.”

Though inwardly displeased and bound by the Emperor’s decree, Dong Huaide dared not treat Prince Lu as a mere subordinate and reprimand him openly.

What was his status? And what was Prince Lu’s?

A servant must know his place and duty.

As expected, Prince Lu paid him no mind, not even glancing at him. After scanning the various mottled spots on his body again, his mind completely collapsed, and he roared in fury, “It’s over, over! My path to immortality has been utterly destroyed by you! I will kill you!”

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