The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 897

Chapter 897: Chapter 776, Incomplete

"You’re not going to tell me you plan to stick this needle into me, are you?"

Prince Ping stared wide-eyed as Gu Jian opened his silver needle pack, finding it impossible not to swallow nervously.

Without a word, Gu Jian swiftly inserted a needle into Prince Ping’s back.

"Ah~"

A sound like that of a slaughtering pig erupted.

Daohua was startled and hastened to comfort him, "Prince, relax, don’t be tense. Acupuncture doesn’t actually hurt."

"Uh..."

The scream ceased abruptly as Prince Ping awkwardly looked at Daohua.

By this time, Gu Jian had already begun the second needle insertion.

Indeed, he didn’t feel any pain.

"Hehe~"

Prince Ping laughed uneasily, having embarrassed himself again in front of his future daughter-in-law.

Alas, he worried that he really couldn’t put on the act of being a father-in-law in the future.

Well, if he couldn’t act the part, so be it. At the very least, he needed to get his illness treated.

"That Yan girl, you tell your master to treat me well; I shan’t treat him poorly," he said, pausing for effect, "nor will I treat you poorly."

Daohua glanced at her own master, seeing him calm and collected as he inserted the needles, and she said with a smile, "Prince, rest assured, Xiao Yeyang has always held my master in high regard. You are his father; my master will surely treat you well."

Prince Ping nodded with satisfaction.

Gu Jian had wanted Prince Ping to taste a bit of hardship, but seeing him so unguarded, he sighed to himself—perhaps it wasn’t bad for Xiaojiu to grow up like this considering the many scheming individuals within the Imperial Family.

Half an hour later, Gu Jian packed away his silver needles.

"Is it finished?"

Prince Ping stood up doubtfully, moved his body around, and suddenly his face brightened with joy, "Old Master Gu, indeed your medical skills are profound. I feel much lighter now."

Daohua turned her head away, struggling to hold back her laughter.

Prince Ping had no real ailment; her master had merely used the needles to clear his meridians.

"Prince, your circulation is a bit sluggish. From now on, come to Four Seasons Manor every few days. My master can help you with body conditioning."

Prince Ping nodded eagerly, then shook his head after a moment, "Coming to Tangyu Mountain every few days is too troublesome. How about this—I’ll send a carriage to pick up Old Master Gu so he can come to the Prince Residence to administer the acupuncture."

Gu Jian gave Prince Ping a cool glance, "You fear the hassle, but you think I do not?"

Daohua joined in, "Prince, my master is so old, how can you bear to have him shuttle back and forth in a carriage?"

Seeing Daohua’s reproachful look, Prince Ping felt somewhat wronged.

He was a prince, after all. He wanted Old Master Gu to treat him; Gu should be grateful.

"Cure it or don’t cure it!"

Gu Jian ’harrumphed’, preparing to leave. As he turned, he stumbled over a pebble.

Daohua quickly steadied Gu Jian.

"I am not—"

Daohua cut Gu Jian off, exclaiming, "Master, are you suffering from heat stroke?"

Gu Jian paused, then realized that somehow, all the servants around them and Xiaojiu’s servants were gone. Seeing his disciple winking furiously at him, he knew she was up to mischief.

Glancing at the nearby Prince Ping, Gu Jian cleared his throat, nodding, "Yes, I do feel a bit of heat stroke. I was completely focused while administering the needles just now, and I feel a bit dizzy."

Hearing this, Daohua immediately looked pitifully at Prince Ping.

Prince Ping, bewildered by her gaze, asked, "Why are you looking at me?" _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

Daohua looked troubled, "Prince, the servants I brought had to leave for something, and my master is feeling dizzy... I’m afraid he can’t walk..."

Prince Ping laughed, "I thought it was something serious. No matter, I’ll have Huai En carry your master to the main courtyard." Looking to his side as he spoke.

"Hm?"

Prince Ping looked around, "Where is Huai En?"

Daohua also feigned confusion but thought to herself that Dongli was truly the Emperor’s man, even having misled Huai En away.

"Damn you, Huai En, to leave without a word! When I see him, he will certainly be taught a lesson," Prince Ping said, visibly annoyed.

Seeing Daohua still looking at him with wide eyes and supporting Old Master Gu as if overwhelmed, Prince Ping paused, then looking astonished at Daohua, pointed to himself, "You don’t mean to suggest that I should carry him, do you?"

Listening to Prince Ping’s disdainful and reluctant tone, Gu Jian felt increasingly uncomfortable and was about to speak up when a voice came from a path nearby.

The second prince, the third prince, and the fifth prince all averted their gazes, avoiding eye contact with Prince Ping.

Seeing their reaction, Prince Ping was infuriated.

Here he was, an uncle to them, asking them to do a small favor, and not one was willing.

The Crown Prince, seeing Prince Ping’s face turn sour, thought for a moment and then directly called out loudly to the fourth prince, "Fourth Brother, you carry this old master."

The fourth prince looked at the Crown Prince, then at the second, third, and fifth princes, who were minding their own business, and silently moved forward.

Seeing the fourth prince willing, Prince Ping’s face immediately brightened, "Yezhen really understands duty."

Gu Jian glanced at the fourth prince who had come before him, saw him clench his fists briefly, and then silently crouched down.

Seeing this, Gu Jian furrowed his brow.

Indeed, princes were born with noble status; asking them to carry an old man, anyone would probably find it humiliating.

"If you don’t want to, forget it."

With these words, the fourth prince didn’t stand up. Instead, he turned his head to look at Gu Jian and proactively embraced his legs, "Old master, hold on to my shoulders."

Gu Jian stood still. Prince Ping, thinking Gu Jian was embarrassed, came over and personally helped him lean onto the back of the fourth prince.

"All set, you can go!"

Gu Jian glanced at the fourth prince carrying him but ultimately held his tongue.

Fine, carry it is—he could bear it.

Daohua, trailing by a step, asked the Prince Ping by her side, "Prince, my master already refused to be carried by the fourth prince, why does he still insist on doing it?"

Prince Ping pointed to his ear, "Yezhen is deaf in his left ear; he probably didn’t hear what your master said."

Daohua was shocked, "How did that happen?"

Prince Ping sighed and lowered his voice, "Years ago, during the Empress Dowager’s birthday celebration, several princes and the siblings from the Jiang Family were competing in archery on horseback. Yezhen’s horse got spooked somehow, causing him to fall from the horse, headfirst. That’s when his ear became deaf."

Daohua’s eyes widened, "Was it the fault of the Jiang siblings?"

Prince Ping glared at her, "Don’t go blabbing about everything. The Emperor father asked Yezhen, and Yezhen said it was his own carelessness."

Daohua looked at the retreating back of the fourth prince, not quite believing that explanation. However, she couldn’t be bothered to delve into it; these princes had nothing to do with her.

Prince Ping, as if in a playful mood, continued talking to Daohua, "Yezhen is quite smart, accomplished in both letters and martial arts. Unfortunately, his mother was a palace maid, with no maternal clan to protect him; he was inherently at a disadvantage compared to the other princes. Now that he’s also deaf, even though he’s already serving at court, he still doesn’t have much presence."

Daohua looked enlightened, no wonder the Crown Prince was so casual in ordering the fourth prince.