As the carriage sped down the road, Qin Yining felt an increasing sense of wrongness when she looked at their route.
âIsnât this the way to Cloudsoar Inn? Why isnât the prince at the Hall of Welcome?â
âIndeed,â Huzi responded easily. âThereâs too many people at the Hall of Welcome for a diagnosis. Besides, old dog Lian is there too.â
Irritation welled up when Qin Yining thought of the lecherous Lian Shengjie. Pang Xiao was very thoughtful.
The carriage stopped at the back door of the inn before long. Qin Yining alighted to see that two tall and strong men were waiting for her. They bowed respectfully upon seeing the Qin fourth miss, who responded with a slight smile and nod. She felt that they looked slightly familiar. Perhaps I saw them at Ning Park that day.
The two were flattered by the attention and raised cupped hands in return, standing aside to let her in.
Bingtang followed close behind Qin Yining. âI wonder if Grand Steward Zhong is here today.â
âNo worries. The accounts have been received, so it doesnât matter if we donât see him today either.â
The maid nodded. Huzi took advantage of the lull to sidle up and chuckle lowly. âHey potato, you seem to have grown taller!â
The girl raked him with a vicious eye roll. âNot like you! You have heights but no brains. You havenât learned anything from your prince but a glib tongue, oily speech, and shamelessness!â
Huzi blinked and shouted angrily, âDonât drag His Highness into this! You can say Iâm shameless, but how is the prince shameless?!â
âHeâs pretending to be sick. Whatâs that if not shameless?â Bingtang had a never-ending supply of glares for the guard.
The argument was both amusing and provoking. Qin Yining looked back to see Bingtang puffy-cheeked, leveling a thorough glare at the guard. Huzi was also huffing and widening his eyes back, but the laughter in his look couldnât be concealed.
The two associates showing them the way stopped and pushed open the door to the Prosperity Pavilion. âPlease go in, Miss Qin.â
âMany thanks.â Qin Yining walked in first as Huzi and Bingtang were preoccupied in a furious staring contest. The maid ended it with a harrumph and stomped on Huziâs foot with all her might, quickly following her mistress in.
Huzi looked at the small footprint on his shoe and burst out laughing. The two men also snickered when they saw how foolishly Huzi was chuckling.
When Qin Yining rounded the room divider to set foot into the inner room, she saw Pang Xiao in a snow-white undershirt with a pale-purple robe flung over his shoulders. He was leaning on the large cushion on the luohan bed next to the window, reading. Upon closer inspection, his complexion was indeed a bit off. His lips were pale and his hair in slight disarray.
âAre you feeling unwell, Your Highness?â Qin Yining didnât go through any courtesies and took a seat on a bowed stool by the eight-sided table.
Pang Xiao put down his book and propped up his temples with a hand, tilting his head to look at his visitor. âA little bit, which is why I requested Miss Bingtang to come. Why didnât you bring Riceball?â
The Qin fourth miss indicated for Bingtang to take a look at the patient. âItâs not convenient to bring Riceball since youâre sick. Weâre here to take a look at your illness.â
âOh.â Pang Xiao was slightly downcast, but swiftly brightened up. âThatâs alright, even if Riceball didnât come, itâs also good to see you.â
What the heck! Am I less than a rabbit?!
These thoughts seemed wrong as soon as they popped into Qin Yiningâs mind. Was she competing with a rabbit? She lifted her eyes and barged into Pang Xiaoâs smiling look, drawing an irritated glare in return. âYou seem in very good spirits. It doesnât look like the poisonâs made a return at all.â
A cough visited Pang Xiao with perfect timing, its genuineness unknown. âI do feel a bit off.â His voice had a deep magnetism to it.
Bingtang had placed a wrist pillow, finished taking Pang Xiaoâs pulse, and made a careful observation by now. She stood up and sighed.
âThis illness isnât a result of poison, but itâs also very dangerous. Your Highness, you must keep a carefree mind. I may not know how to cure your sickness, but you might be someone much more highly skilled in the future who can. This isnât an illness without a cure, so donât be too dismayed.â
Pang Xiao looked calmly at Bingtang while Huzi erupted in great panic. âWhat?! His Highness is really sick? What is it? How do we cure it? Iâll go find any herb or ingredient you need!â
âHis Highnessâ love sickness has already entered a terminal stage. My medical skills are insufficient and I donât know how to cure it.â Bingtang responded solemnly.
Huzi froze, stunned. Qin Yining glared at Bingtang, thoroughly embarrassed. Pang Xiao laughed heartily.
âGood girl, your skills are supreme alright! A perfect diagnosis! But I donât need to go looking for any famous doctor, youâve already brought me the cure.â He looked tenderly at Qin Yining. âI feel as fit as anything when I look upon your miss.â
Qin Yining burned with anger and embarrassment. She grabbed a random teacup on the table and flung it at the prince. âYouâre crazy and full of nonsense!â
Pang Xiao easily caught the weak throw and grinned. âHow am I crazy? Iâm just drunk.â
His expression changed when he saw the gauze on her hand. âWhat happened to your hand?â He hadnât noticed earlier because her hand had been hidden within her sleeves.
Bingtang took out a silver needle and motioned for Pang Xiao to sit up straight. âThe miss gave Qin Huining a good beating, but a gold hairpin scratched her hand twice. There are also some scrapes and bruises on her knuckles, but nothing serious. Sheâll just be in a little bit of pain for a while.â
The needle was already quivering in Pang Xiaoâs flesh, but the prince didnât mind at all. Since he was confined to the luohan bed for now, he could only stretch out a hand to Qin Yining. He commanded sternly, âCome here, let me take a look.â
âItâs just some superficial wounds.â Qin Yining didnât move an inch.
Pang Xiao knitted his brows together so tightly that he could squeeze a lemon with the folds. Impatient anger flared in his phoenix-shaped eyes as a murderous aura suffused his face. His voice rose involuntarily, and its resonance drilled straight through to listener hearts. âCome over here!â
Qin Yining flinched at the shout. She looked at him, then immediately averted her eyes elsewhere as if she hadnât heard, still refusing to move. Meanwhile, Huzi was so nervous that his hairs stood on end. No one dared show even a hint of defiance when his prince grew angry. No one could withstand that murderous aura, seemingly emitted from a savage beast that wanted to devour someone whole. And here Miss Qin was, pretending not to hear him?
Bingtang was also frozen with apprehension. She turned her head slowly to look at her mistress.
Pang Xiao rose with a glowering look and grabbed Qin Yiningâs injured hand, ignoring that he had needles stuck in his shoulder. He mightily kept his anger in check.
âWhy didnât you listen to me and made me come over myself? You must listen when itâs for your own good in the future!â
âAnd why should I! Who are you to me?â Qin Yining tried to yank her hand back a few times but failed. Her heart was still trembling from that shout, and traces of feeling wronged showed in her expression.
Most of Pang Xiaoâs anger dissipated when he saw the misty layer rise in her eyes. He deftly undid the gauze on her hand and saw that there were indeed two scratches on the palm of her hand. Although theyâd stopped bleeding because medicine had been applied, the wounds were still a bit red and throbbing. Her knuckles had swollen bruises as well. His heart ached and he brought her hand up to blow on it.
âQin Huining bullied you?â His tone was so cold that it seemed that he would instantly reap the foster girlâs life if Qin Yining so much as inclined her head.