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Unwilling to bow down, yet not wanting to offend too much, Qin Junxiang spoke with a stiff neck, "It's my fault," suddenly realizing something and growing a bit impatient.
At that moment, Yong Huai seized the opportunity to speak up, "Your Highness, it's not just you who's anxious; I'm anxious too! I've been searching for a reason, and I'm so worried that my mouth has developed sores."
This reluctance to seek medical help is indeed a major taboo. If you two do not trust me, I can suggest a path: head south. There are skilled practitioners of witchcraft in the neighboring country. This witchcraft specializes in treating difficult ailments. Second Prince, if we hurry, perhaps we can still save the princess.
Sang Qingxiao suppressed a laugh; Yong Huai was quite clever, trying to send this troublemaker off to the neighboring country—who knows, it might even end up harming many more.
However, if Ling Qian's condition had been discovered earlier, there might have been some room for maneuvering. Given the speed at which Ling Qian was deteriorating now, she probably wouldn't be able to endure such a long journey.
Qin Junxiang naturally would not accept his suggestion. "By the way, how many days until that Messenger Pigeon returns?"
That's hard to say; it could be as short as three or five days or take longer. I'm just afraid there might be unexpected delays along the way.
"Then, Lord Yong, may I take a look at your condition?"
"No! I don't want to!"
Yong Huai spoke nonsense with wide eyes. The Second Prince's complexion was flushed, and his voice was strong; he should be fine. Besides, if you want to see a doctor, you should find a physician; what use is it to come to me? I can't even take your pulse or diagnose you.
"Lord Yong!"
Yong Huai repeatedly contradicted him. Qin Junxiang could no longer maintain his polite smile and said, "The more you act like this, the more I feel you know something but are unwilling to say it!"
"I have always treated you with courtesy; I don't know where I've offended you that makes you respond so coldly."
Yong Huai sighed. "Your Highness seems to be under some sort of delusion. How about I notify the Office of Censors and have them summon a physician for you?"
Qin Junxiang wanted to say more when Ling Qian couldn't hold back any longer. "Husband, please rest for a moment."
She continued, "Miss Sang, when you saw me that day, you kept your distance and were unwilling to stay in my room for long. I suspect you know more than Lord Yong does."
That day I was in great pain and said many hurtful things; it wasn't my intention. I hope you can overlook past grievances and lend me your assistance.
Receiving no response, Ling Qian continued, "The reason I believe you can save me is that I know exactly what caused this situation."
Three days ago, when I returned from Fuzhou, I was schemed against by those bandits. I don't know where they found someone skilled enough to cast a curse on me. I didn't believe in such things at first and was confident that the sea would protect me; that's why I let my guard down.
Moreover, at first it was just some weakness that I didn't pay much attention to until recently when my body suddenly couldn't take it anymore. That's when I realized it might be related to that curse.
I have always been strong-willed since childhood; even when sick, I cared about appearances and didn't want to seek treatment from people in the Capital. Instead, I secretly sought out several high-ranking Demon Catchers.
At that time it did seem effective, but once I returned to the Capital, the situation worsened again. After several attempts and spending some time outside the Capital without success—even with their high ranks—they only treated the symptoms but not the root cause.
Later, I heard about the young lady's situation. At first, I didn't believe it because she was so young, but as I heard more and more, I gathered the courage to ask her directly.
I had always concealed my past and harbored some doubts, which annoyed her. It was my fault. Now, with sincere intentions, I hope she can show mercy and help me.
"Do you know what curse you are under?" she asked.
"I do not know," I replied.
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