Rain began to fall, water droplets mixed with hail striking the windowsill. This severe convective weather was a hallmark of the southern regions. Trees bowed in the strong winds, their broken branches twirling about on the ground. Yang Shaolun took in the sight irritably as he periodically ordered his servants to check if Xiao Yuan was back yet. Just when he felt as though a whole lifetime had passed by, Xiao Yuan entered, drenched from top to bottom. "Paying respects to Your Majesty!" Xiao Yuan hollered as he got down on one knee.

"Rise. How's the situation?" Yang Shaolun asked anxiously.

"Replying to Your Majesty. The surgery is a success. General Chen is safe for now and will probably be waking up within the next two days. But there were really assassins while the surgery was ongoing. To be on the safe side, Sixth Prince has gathered more men to protect General Chen. Please be at ease, Your Majesty," Xiao Yuan reported truthfully.

Yang Shaolun heaved a sigh of relief. She really has such miraculous medical skills that allowed her to cut open someone's head and sew it back together. He could feel indescribable joy in his heart, as though Lin Haihai's competence would give...