Chapter Twelve: The Three Variations of Plum Blossom by Qian Zhongxian!
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Chu Qiuer suddenly felt an inexplicable fear welling up inside her. Yet, having long been accustomed to towering over Xue Yuan, she still retained a slight psychological advantage over this fool. Gritting her teeth, she raised her palm and struck hard.
In the past, whenever she slapped him, that fool would immediately be so frightened that he’d clutch his ears and kneel on the ground.
She believed this tactic should still work—after all, surely this fool wouldn’t dare strike her back, right?
Congratulations, she was right!
Xue Yuan reached out with a strong, muscular hand and grabbed her wrist.
Then, with his other hand freed, he swung it fiercely across Chu Qiuer’s face!
The force was so great that Chu Qiuer felt her head jerk violently, followed by a dizzying whirl, and a buzzing sound in her ears as if countless flies were swarming around.
She was utterly stunned, clutching her burning cheek, staring at Xue Yuan in disbelief.
“Has this fool really gone mad? Completely lost his mind?”
But Xue Yuan smiled cheerfully and said, “Sister Consort, I heard from the people outside today that if the wife is naughty, she must be punished. If not spanked for three days, the roof will be torn off!”
Chu Qiuer: “???”
Who the hell told him that?
Before she could react, Xue Yuan turned her over and pinned her to the ground.
Chu Qiuer struggled, but for the first time, she realized this fool was incredibly strong—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break free!
But she was somewhat familiar with this position; after all, Qian Zhongxian liked it a lot.
A terrifying thought circled in her mind.
“What is he going to do?”
“Can this fool really understand such things?”
Just then, she suddenly heard a sharp slap, followed by numbness in her buttocks, then a wave of intense pain!
“Ah!”
Chu Qiuer couldn’t help but cry out.
Xue Yuan laughed. Well, such cooperation?
Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you!
The more you scream, the more excited I get!
He swung his arms again, raising his big hands high into the air, then brought them down with a fierce blow!
This time, the sound was even louder!
The pain made Chu Qiuer’s muscles twitch violently, her legs clench tightly, and her cries naturally grew louder and more piercing.
“Ah!”
Xue Yuan continued.
His hands hurt from spanking, but Chu Qiuer’s cries followed a rhythm, each one more agonizing than the last.
Meanwhile, just a wall away, in Qian Zhongxian’s room—
Qian Zhongxian had just settled down in pain. Since his second recovery, he had sent for Zhao Huaichun again.
This time, after examining his injuries, Zhao Huaichun shook his head, sighed, and scolded him for thinking of such matters at this time, even looking down on him for not being able to hold out even seven days.
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At that time, Qian Zhongxian’s heart was full of unspeakable bitterness.
But Zhao Huaichun was a stubborn doctor. After the reprimand, he applied a new ointment and said that if no similar incidents occurred within half a month, he could still save half of his function!
He even boldly declared that the reputation of Ningzhou’s top healer wouldn’t be ruined here.
Hearing that half could still be saved, Qian Zhongxian rekindled hope for life!
Though the pain was unbearable and sleep eluded him, he kept thinking about how he had just sent the Consort to coax that fool, hoping to drive away the mysterious blind man—unsure if she had succeeded.
If that fool fell for it, tonight he would stomp him into pieces!
Yes, stomp—with every step!
He wanted that fool to taste this kind of pain, to clutch his abdomen, kneel on the ground, crying and begging for mercy!
Unless he tormented him for ten days or half a month, he wouldn’t be named Qian, nor deserve to be this prodigy of the capital!
But just then, he suddenly heard noises next door.
Curiosity compelled him to listen closely.
Then he heard sounds utterly inappropriate for him to hear!
Naturally, images he shouldn’t imagine flooded his mind.
He had experience—he was not mistaken!
Qian Zhongxian’s face turned pale with horror.
“This fool actually knows how to do that?”
“And can make such a loud racket doing it?”
Well, that fool was tall and strong; anyone could see he was powerful.
But...
Qian Zhongxian’s eyes suddenly darkened.
Over these days, he had already regarded the Consort as his own woman!
Before, whenever that fool even touched her, jealousy would flare up, wishing he could cut off his hand!
But now, his woman, carrying his child, was being... next door.
And he, a proud man of seven feet, the renowned prodigy of the capital, could only lie in bed, silently listening!
Humiliation—immense humiliation!
Anger—boundless anger!
Qian Zhongxian felt the world had turned black and white.
He further imagined if the Consort was forced—she must have been unwilling, right?
But her cries were so loud. Even with him, she had never shouted so loudly.
Thinking this, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Wait, again—that familiar feeling?
N-no... this can’t be—this is the third strike!
Qian Zhongxian twisted his body in terror!
But then the brutal pain arrived as expected—ten times, a hundred times worse than before—engulfing his entire body again!
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Qian Zhongxian’s features twisted sharply; his nose and eyebrows knitted together as he howled hysterically.
“Ah~~”
He tumbled out of bed, then shouted loudly, “Someone, quickly! Go fetch Doctor Zhao, hurry, go get Doctor Zhao!”
Not long after leaving the manor gate, Zhao Huaichun suddenly sneezed.
“Hmm?”
...
That night, the manor was somewhat chaotic.
According to an anonymous guard, on that night, Steward Qian wailed all night, and the Consort seemed to have cried all night as well. In any case, the commotion was loud.
But the Prince slept exceptionally soundly!
The next day, when the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, Xue Yuan felt an invigorating clarity of mind!
It had to be said, ever since he became mentally ill, his spirit was far better than before!
He got up and opened the door, discovering Jian Qi standing at the entrance.
He still held his sword, expressionless, but... the black cloth covering his eyes had been removed!
Those were indeed sharp eyes, like a hawk’s!
They were full of spirit. Now Xue Yuan could finally see what a true sword saint looked like, and feel his aura!
Clearly, his eyes had healed and could bear the light!
At this moment, Jian Qi was also staring at Xue Yuan.
This was the first time he clearly saw the legendary Foolish Prince!
The man stood tall, with a face like carved jade, sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes—a rare handsome man, even surpassing Jian Qi himself.
Jian Qi had roamed the martial world for more than ten years, never inferior to anyone, but this was the first time he admitted someone was superior in some way.
Because from now on, Xue Yuan held a special meaning for him!
Since waking to find his sight restored and the poison in his body gone, he understood everything!
The so-called ancient immortal’s remedy, the act of feigning madness to obtain that thousand-year pearl, was all just to cure his eyes!
So Jian Qi spoke.
“Thank you, Your Highness!”
He said the four words lightly, but he knew their weight, and so did Xue Yuan.
Xue Yuan immediately pulled him inside and closed the door.
For the first time, he showed a serious expression.
He cupped his hands toward Jian Qi and said, “Jian Qi, I have no power, no soldiers, no followers, and may not survive long. That day I feigned madness and tricked you out of necessity. Please do not blame me, brother.”
Jian Qi nodded.
“Your Highness bears humiliation and suffers in silence, yet has devised a great plan. Jian Qi admires that! Now, having received Your Highness’s favor in restoring my sight, I will repay you accordingly!”
Xue Yuan was overjoyed—he had succeeded!
With this stalwart by his side, what grand achievement could he not accomplish?