Inside the Guard House, the anger Yan Xiu had carried all the way there gradually dissipated because of this hug.
But why would Yu'er appear on the palace wall and be mistaken for an assassin? Was she just fooling around or… When Yan Xiu thought that Li Yuyu might be trying to leave the palace, his face turned cold again.
Is she really that worried about Yan Zixuan, so desperate to rush out of the palace to stop him?
Yan Xiu still refused to give up and asked, "Why was Lady Li on top of the palace wall?"
After asking this question, Yan Xiu prepared himself to hear an answer that would pierce his heart. Especially when he felt the body of the woman wrapped around his waist suddenly stiffen, his heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
Li Yuyu was panicking like crazy inside, but her delicate face showed only composure. As her mind raced, her foot "unconsciously" slid down from the short stool and landed on the ground.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream echoed through the Guard House.
"Call the Imperial Physician!" Yan Xiu held the person whose face had gone deathly pale and who was in so much pain she couldn't even cry out, and roared toward the outside.
Song Sheng was startled, his face turning white as he pointed inside. "This is…"
Shen Quan looked at Song Sheng sympathetically and patted his shoulder. "Deputy Commander, may fate be kind to you."
Song Sheng suddenly felt his legs go weak and wanted to kneel.
"The Imperial Physician is here, he's here!" Donglai shouted from afar, dragging the fifty-something Doctor Zhang as they raced toward the Guard House at high speed.
"This humble servant greets…"
"Greet what? Get over here this instant!" Yan Xiu snapped.
Doctor Zhang had half-knelt, then awkwardly pushed himself up from the floor again, bending at the waist as he stood in front of Yan Xiu. "Emperor, Lady Li is…"
"If I knew, what use would you be?" Yan Xiu retorted coldly.
Doctor Zhang: …
He was wrong.
So… where was he supposed to examine?
"The ankle, left ankle." Donglai quietly reminded from the back.
Yan Xiu glanced at Donglai, narrowing his eyes.
Donglai lowered his head so far he practically turned himself into a wooden post.
Now that Doctor Zhang knew where to examine, he had just let out a breath of relief when another problem came up.
This meant he had to take off her shoe. He…
Doctor Zhang looked up at Yan Xiu again.
Yan Xiu stared back at him coldly.
Doctor Zhang: …
Understood. How could the Emperor be the one to take off a concubine's shoe? He'd better do it himself.
"I'll take it off myself." Li Yuyu endured the pain. Seeing these two exchanging looks for so long without moving, she'd long since lost patience. She gritted her teeth, yanked off the embroidered shoe, and tossed it aside.
The sharp pain made her bite down hard on her own lip. Once she got through that wave of pain, she asked, "Wait, that's not right. It's just a dislocated ankle—does keeping the shoe on really stop you from putting the bone back?"
"Dislocated?" The anger in Yan Xiu's eyes was being forcibly suppressed.
"It… it should, should not be broken…" Li Yuyu stammered.
Doctor Zhang knelt on the ground to examine Li Yuyu. "Lady Li is correct, it's indeed dislocated. Lady Li, could you endure it for a moment? This old servant will help you set it back in place."
"Okay, go ahead." Li Yuyu pulled out a handkerchief, ready to fold it and stuff it in her mouth to bite down on.
"Clatter."
"Bang—" With several sounds in succession, Li Yuyu suddenly felt her body grow lighter. When she lowered her head, she discovered that the gold and Silver she'd hidden in her arms had all fallen to the floor.
Li Yuyu could clearly feel just how sharp and icy the gaze landing on the top of her head was.
She couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Her lively Willow Leaf Eyes spun round and round several times. Looking at Yan Xiu, whose expression was ugly to the extreme, she carefully spoke up, "If I say that I carry gold and Silver on me only because I enjoy the thrill of hugging gold and Silver, would you believe me?"