Lin Haihai hadn’t allowed herself to see Yang Shaolun since that day. She kept herself busy on purpose. Li Junyue worriedly watched her as she ran around working like a spinning top. She had returned with her neck and hands covered in injuries, and she had bawled her eyes out. She refused to explain what had happened. She went back to her normal self after one night, but she became busier than before.

Lin Haihai entered Xiao Yuan’s ward. He was already able to sit up and eat. She said with a smile, “Your condition has improved quickly. It seems you’ll be able to be discharged very soon!”

“I have Physician Li to thank for saving me from the mouth of hell!” Xiao Yuan said weakly. His pale face had gained some color. He should be able to return to the palace in a week.

“You risked your life saving him. For that, I’m grateful, Xiao Yuan!” Lin Haihai’s heart clenched thinking about Yang Shaolun.

“It is the duty of us servants to protect His Majesty,” Xiao Yuan said seriously. “Why should you thank me? You don’t have to do that, Physician Lin!”

“Does he often run into such dangers?” Lin Haihai asked after some hesitation.

“Prince Pingnan would not give up on his ambition to replace His Majesty, and he sent out waves of assassins against the emperor over the years, all of whom were top experts of the martial art world. There had been many times where His Majesty was almost killed. Thankfully, he ended up safe and sound with the blessing of fortune. Now Prince Pingnan has grown increasingly influential and recruited many martial art experts. Moreover, he’s grown closer and closer to Rong. With the situation...