bookcurios Chapter 274 Shen Xingyao
Chapter 274 Shen Xingyao
Upon hearing those words, Dongfang Wan'er's expression remained completely unmoved, like a gentle breeze rippling across a calm lake. She merely raised her delicate chin slightly and let out a soft snort from her nose. Though the sound was soft, it was filled with boundless contempt, as if mocking the other party's ignorance and foolishness. After those chattering, scheming women were all expelled from the palace, she gracefully turned and entered the house with light, elegant steps.
Inside, a rich medicinal aroma permeated every inch of the room, like a light veil gently enveloping everything. The table was laden with various medicinal herbs; some had robust roots and stems, carrying the rustic scent of earth; others had delicate leaves, emitting a faint herbal fragrance; and still others boasted vibrant flowers, yet possessed medicinal value. Medical books were stacked in layers, their yellowed pages seemingly whispering tales of ancient medical wisdom, each page recording the profound analysis of illnesses and effective remedies of their ancestors. It turned out that Dongfang Wan'er was far more than just the mistress of the royal palace managing its affairs; she was also a highly skilled and compassionate physician who often studied medicine in this room, exploring the secrets of healing and saving lives.
At this moment, the prince returned home. Stepping into the palace, he immediately sensed an unusual quiet; the usual hustle and bustle was nowhere to be seen. A sense of unease arose in his heart, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. Seeing the prince return, An Ye hurried forward and explained the whole story to him. Upon hearing this, the prince's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a barely perceptible displeasure flashed in his deep eyes. He then strode steadily into the house.
Dongfang Wan'er was engrossed in an ancient book, her gaze fixed on the ancient characters and illustrations, her expression focused and determined. She didn't even notice the prince entering the room, continuing her studies with undivided concentration. Seeing this, the prince spoke softly, "Wan'er, your actions today were too forceful." His voice, though gentle, was clearly audible in the quiet room. Dongfang Wan'er slowly raised her head, put down the ancient book, her gaze firm and clear, like twinkling stars in the night sky. Without hesitation, she said, "As the princess consort, it is my duty to manage the affairs of the palace. Those women are all treacherous, their intentions treacherous, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows. They cannot be allowed to live. I cannot stand by and watch them run rampant in the palace, disrupting its peace." Hearing this, the prince sighed deeply. He knew Dongfang Wan'er's stubborn nature, like a pine tree, once she made up her mind, it was difficult to change it. Moreover, what happened today was indeed caused by those women having impure intentions, attempting to seek personal gain in the Prince's mansion and disrupting order.
Dongfang Wan'er paused slightly, then continued, "Your Highness has been unwell, which is a great worry to me. I have been studying day and night for the past few days, exhausting my efforts, and have finally developed a medicine. This medicine is carefully formulated based on Your Highness's symptoms, combining the essence of many ancient medical books, and may be able to improve Your Highness's condition." Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise and emotion crossed the prince's eyes. He was surprised that Dongfang Wan'er, amidst her busy affairs of the palace, still went to such lengths for his health; he was moved by her unwavering devotion and her constant care for his well-being, using her superb medical skills. The slight resentment he had felt earlier because of those women vanished like snow in spring, quietly dissipating in the face of this warm care and love.
Dongfang Wan'er listened quietly to those words, her delicate face as still as water touched by time, without the slightest ripple. A fleeting look of indifference crossed her bright eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Then, she slightly raised her beautifully shaped chin and let out a soft hum from her nose. Though brief and slight, the hum was like a thunderclap, exploding in silence, filled with boundless contempt and disdain. It was as if, in her eyes, those words were nothing more than the ramblings of a child, utterly insignificant.
After the group of flamboyant but scheming women were driven out of the palace like ants, Dongfang Wan'er lightly lifted her skirt and moved slowly with graceful steps, her figure light and elegant, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, before turning and entering the house. Stepping inside, a rich, mellow medicinal fragrance wafted towards her, the aroma like a living spirit, leaping and weaving joyfully in the air, permeating every corner of the room, as if telling ancient medical stories. Her gaze wandered to the table, which was piled high with various kinds of medicinal herbs, seemingly in disarray. Some medicinal herbs have thick, intertwined roots, like ancient spirits slumbering deep within the earth, carrying the rustic and weighty essence of the soil; others have delicate leaves with clear veins, like works of art meticulously sculpted by nature, emitting a faint, lingering fragrance that can instantly make one forget the hustle and bustle of the world; still others have delicate, vibrant flowers, yet they also possess medicinal value, shining like dazzling pearls among the herbs on the table, radiating a captivating charm. Medical books are stacked layer upon layer to one side, their yellowed pages like witnesses to history, each page filled with the wisdom of our ancestors, every stroke telling the story of physicians' profound exploration of diseases and their effective remedies over thousands of years. It turns out that Dongfang Wan'er is far more than just the mistress of the royal palace managing domestic affairs; she is also a highly skilled and compassionate physician. In this small corner of the Prince's mansion, she often immersed herself in the vast ocean of medicine, exploring the secrets of healing and saving lives among medicinal herbs and medical books, using her wisdom and hands to bring the dawn of hope to people suffering from illness.
At this moment, the prince returned home. The moment he stepped into the palace, he keenly sensed an unusual quiet. The usual lively and cheerful scenes were completely gone, replaced by a deathly silence. This sudden silence, like an invisible hand, gripped the prince's heart, stirring a sense of doubt within him, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a pebble has been thrown in. Seeing the prince return, An Ye hurriedly stepped forward, frantically recounting the entire story to him. Upon hearing this, the prince's two handsome, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a barely perceptible displeasure flashed in his deep eyes, like dark clouds obscuring bright stars. Then, with steady and powerful steps, he slowly entered the house.