The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

"Ling'er, have you discovered anything?" Nangong Mingxuan asked anxiously.

"Well..." Ouyang Miaoling said seriously.

Suddenly Ouyang Miaoling stood up, flew down, and landed next to Nangong Mingxuan.

She looked at Nangong Mingxuan and said calmly, "It was left by Mo Ran. He told me through that symbol that where did they take Feng Xing away and imprison him?"

After Wushang heard the princess explain the function of the symbol, he couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect this symbol to have such a profound meaning!"

In Wushang's eyes, the symbol was just an ordinary mark, but the princess was able to interpret so much information from it, which made him deeply admire the princess's wisdom.

"I am now going to look for Feng Xing according to the direction he provided. You are injured, so you should go back first and let Jun Sa help you treat your wound, and then wait for my news here." Ouyang Miaoling and Nangong Mingxuan discussed the next action plan.

"Ling'er... I'm really worried about you leaving me and acting alone. I want to act with you." Nangong Mingxuan said firmly.

Ouyang Miaoling looked at his wound worriedly and said, "But if you don't treat your left arm in time, the wound will get infected. Then you won't be able to save your arm."

Nangong Mingxuan said firmly: "Then you can simply help me deal with it. No matter what, I can't let you take risks alone. Even if I lose an arm, I don't care."

Ouyang Miaoling really had no way to deal with him, so she could only compromise and said, "Okay... I will simply treat your wound now, and you send someone back to inform Jun Sa and ask him to stay here and wait for us."

"Okay...I'll arrange it right away." Nangong Mingxuan said happily.

"Ghost...arrange a few people to go back to the mud house and tell Jun Sa to wait for us there, and have someone stay behind to protect Jun Sa's safety." Nangong Mingxuan deployed the next action plan.

"Okay...can I start cleaning your wound now?" Ouyang Miaoling said unhappily.

How could she not know that Nangong Mingxuan used to have such a domineering personality? Once he made up his mind about something, he would do it his own way.

Ouyang Miaoling gave Nangong Mingxuan a look, and Nangong Mingxuan immediately understood.

He quickly found an excuse to send Wushang and the guards around him away so that Ouyang Miaoling could take out the items from the space and clean and bandage his wounds.

So he said to Wushang: "Wushang, take these people to patrol the surrounding area and see if there are any other clues."

"Yes!" Wushang received the order and ordered his soldiers to disperse and patrol. However, when the other soldiers left, Wushang returned to Nangong Mingxuan.

He stood straight, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, always alert and ready to deal with any possible danger to ensure Nangong Mingxuan's safety.

When Nangong Mingxuan saw Wushang coming back, he couldn't help but frown and look impatient.

He waved his hand and said, "You go away too... I have a princess here and I don't need you." After saying that, he did not forget to glare at Wushang fiercely.

Wushang immediately understood what his prince meant and realized that he was a bit of a hindrance here, interrupting the time the prince and princess spent alone.

So, he turned around quickly and walked away ten meters away, finding a suitable position where he could observe Nangong Mingxuan's situation without disturbing them.

"Ling'er... you see, I have driven them all away. Can you bandage the wound for me now?" Nangong Mingxuan said proudly, with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

"Okay...but I may need to stitch your skin later. You have to endure the pain and don't scream." Ouyang Miaoling showed an evil smile on her face.

"Okay...can I kiss you when I can't help it?" Nangong Mingxuan looked at Ouyang Miaoling expectantly, waiting for her to answer "yes".

But he waited for a long time, and Ouyang Miaoling didn't say yes. Instead, she took out a thin curved needle with thread on the other end and demonstrated it in front of him. He immediately gave in and quickly shut his mouth.

"Are you going to use this to sew me up later?" Nangong Mingxuan said with fear as he looked at the needle in her hand.

"Well...is there any problem?" Ouyang Miaoling said with a relaxed look.

"It won't hurt much, right?" Nangong Mingxuan asked again.

"You're so nagging. Won't you know whether it hurts or not soon enough?" Ouyang Miaoling said impatiently.

After saying that, she took out a small syringe and an anesthetic from the space.

Nangong Mingxuan looked at the strange thing she took out again, but he saw clearly the needle on the syringe. He pointed at the syringe in Ouyang Miaoling's hand and asked in confusion: "Is this going to be inserted into my skin later?"

"Hmm... hum, you guessed it right again," Ouyang Miaoling said proudly.

"Does it hurt?" Nangong Mingxuan asked cautiously.

Ouyang Miaoling did not answer his question this time. She looked at him speechlessly and said, "Try it. It feels sour and refreshing."

Although Nangong Mingxuan didn't quite understand what she said, when he saw Ouyang Miaoling's evil smile, he knew that it would not be a good thing.

He simply closed his eyes and stretched out his arms to let Ouyang Miaoling deal with him. Ouyang Miaoling found it funny to see Nangong Mingxuan looking like he was facing a great enemy.

So she didn't waste any more time and began to clean, disinfect, give him an anesthetic injection, and finally suture the wound on Nangong Mingxuan's arm.

Nangong Mingxuan waited quietly for a long time, but he did not feel the pain he had imagined. Except for a little pain at the beginning, he now felt almost no pain at all.

"Isn't she going to sew stitches on my skin? Why is there no pain?" Nangong Mingxuan wondered in his heart.

The more curious he was, the more he wanted to explore, so he bravely opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Ouyang Miaoling using the curved needle to sew up the wound on his arm little by little.

Nangong Mingxuan widened his eyes; this scene was truly shocking.

The curved needle in Ouyang Miaoling's hand was like a nimble dancer, moving back and forth on his skin, and each needle was extremely precise.

He could even feel the slight touch of the needle and thread passing through his skin, but it didn't cause any pain at all.

This magical scene made Nangong Mingxuan completely forget that he was a patient. All he could see was Ouyang Miaoling's focused and professional figure.

Ouyang Miaoling seemed to notice Nangong Mingxuan's gaze, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile.

Her hands moved skillfully, as if she was completing a work of art with great care.

Nangong Mingxuan was deeply attracted by the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh at Ouyang Miaoling's superb medical skills. He had never thought that her technique could be so exquisite that people could hardly feel the pain.

As time passed, Ouyang Miaoling finally completed the final suture.

She gently put down the tools in her hand and looked at Nangong Mingxuan's arm with satisfaction.