Xiao Wangye's heart warmed as he looked at Ye Qingcheng's almost tearful expression. Someone still worried about me. Ye Qingcheng's eyes were completely red after hearing his explanation, like a little rabbit's eyes.
He spoke to comfort her, "You don't need to worry. I don't have to cultivate this technique anymore. After taking over the throne, Master strictly ordered me to stop cultivating. This sudden situation was also something none of us expected."
Even so, the worry in Ye Qingcheng's eyes did not diminish at all.
"If he had listened to me back then, he would have gone to find his mother by now." Doctor Wen's voice, laced with a hint of anger, entered the tent. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Xiao Wangye's slightly pale face, snorted, and walked to the main table to sit down.
"Master." Seeing that the newcomer was Doctor Wen, both of them greeted him in unison. However, Xiao Wangye's voice carried a hint of fawning.
In this world, besides Ye Qingcheng, only Doctor Wen could cure Xiao Wangye's willful nature, in every sense of the word.
He gestured for Ye Qingcheng to push the wheelchair closer to Doctor Wen and fawningly greeted him again, "Master."
Doctor Wen maintained his usual stern demeanor, calmly sitting in the chair. He didn't meet Xiao Wangye's gaze, instead picking up a cup of hot tea and slowly savoring it. The calmer he was, the more unsettling it made people feel.
Finally, Ye Qingcheng broke the silence, "Master, I just checked his pulse. His body is perfectly fine. In fact, it's even stronger than an ordinary person's." In her opinion, Doctor Wen's silence was simply due to his concern for Xiao Wangye.
Doctor Wen took another sip of tea, put down the cup, and slowly spoke, "Of course I know he's fine. But Ye'er." He turned his gaze to Xiao Wangye and continued, "You must understand that neither your master nor Qingcheng are martial artists, nor are we from the martial world. We have no idea what the aftereffects or complications of a long-lost cultivation technique might be. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
His tone was filled with deep concern, like an elder's admonishment to a junior, and like a husband's care for his son.
As soon as he finished speaking, the three fell silent again. Indeed, lost arts were like time bombs for people of the present day. They were like double-edged swords, no matter which side you used, they would cut you until you bled.
"Sigh, if your body is strong, then maintain it well. This technique must absolutely not be cultivated again. Remember this, remember this. I will also give the prescription to Qingcheng, and she will keep an eye on you. Once you return to the capital, you must rest well. The capital has many medicinal resources, and even the most difficult-to-find herbs will be available. If there are none, just find Old Li and mention my name."
"Alright, I still need to write out the prescriptions. Take them before you leave. Oh, right, Qingcheng, go and check on that child Le Hu. He encountered a problem a few days ago and has been stuck in a rut."
Ye Qingcheng glanced at Xiao Wangye, and he gave her a reassuring look before she went out to find Le Hu.
Silence fell once more in the tent.
Sigh, Doctor Wen spoke first, "Ye'er, tell me the truth, have you secretly been cultivating this technique these past few years?" Otherwise, he wouldn't have such mad-like symptoms.
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, "Mm, I still practiced it after taking over the army."
"You, do you truly not care about your own body? Do you think you are truly an all-powerful Regent?" Doctor Wen questioned him angrily, his body suddenly standing up, his finger trembling as he waved it in front of him.
"Master, I know what I am doing and I am aware of the consequences." His tone was calm, as if what he was saying had nothing to do with himself.
Doctor Wen became even more angry, "Then you still dare?"
Xiao Wangye replied with silence.
Seeing his demeanor, Doctor Wen knew that his stubbornness, as unyielding as a bull, had surfaced again. Ultimately, he had spent too little time with him, Doctor Wen thought to himself.
"What about Qingcheng? Have you considered how she feels?" His voice had already calmed down.
This question made Xiao Wangye recall Ye Qingcheng's red eyes just now, tears already clinging to her eyelashes.
"I..." A wave of guilt surged through his memory.
"Think carefully, otherwise, you'll have reason to regret it." He patted Xiao Wangye's shoulder and walked out.
Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes; good things take time.
Xiao Wangye, left alone in the tent, fell into a state of deep thought. Ye Qingcheng was now his weakness. He could no longer act as recklessly as before. However, the treacherous currents in the capital were such that a single misstep could expose her to danger.
She should not have to face these unknown dangers; instead, she should be like a divine physician, traveling everywhere and enjoying the admiration of the people.
The thought of letting her go made his heart feel particularly uncomfortable.
I will not let go, and she will not have the chance to escape from my side.
"Xiao Wangye, are we still proceeding with the plan?" Ye Qingcheng asked after returning from Le Hu's side.
"Mm, the plan remains unchanged. If, I mean if…"
"What are you mumbling about? If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, this is not like you."
"I mean, if you don't want to go back, and want to stay here. Or go somewhere you want to go, I won't stop you."
His indifferent attitude truly angered Ye Qingcheng. "What do you mean I don't want to go back? If I don't go back, who will treat your leg? Who will supervise you taking your medicine? Xiao Wangye, do you think you're so capable? You really don't care about your own health! And why would you think I wouldn't go back with you?"
As she spoke, her voice began to tremble. Every time she thought of Xiao Wangye completely disregarding his own health, she felt as though she hadn't done enough, and that Xiao Wangye still couldn't trust her.
Seeing Ye Qingcheng's tears about to fall, Xiao Wangye finally realized how hurtful his thoughtless words were. He hurriedly pushed the wheelchair to Ye Qingcheng's side and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his heart aching with every movement.
"I... Don't cry. I didn't mean anything else, I just... I just said it casually." He was clearly flustered, seeing Ye Qingcheng cry in front of him for the first time.
"I don't care what you mean, I won't talk to you anymore." She even swatted his hand away, preventing him from touching her.
"I apologize to you, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to say such hurtful words." He apologized to her again, having promised he would never hurt her again.
"Ding, Male lead's apology count has increased by one. Sincerity has reached sixty percent." Sansan's untimely voice sounded in his mind again.
Well, the emotions that had just surfaced were immediately startled back. Xiao Wangye thought his apology had startled her. He quickly added, "I really didn't mean anything else. The situation in the capital is very complicated right now, and I'm afraid you'll be harmed if you go back."
"I... I accept your apology. But I still won't talk to you. Hmph."