The Demon Queen of Divine Doctor is not to be trifled with

Chapter 89 His Royal Highness the King of Dust Quan Qinghua

The fourteen-year-old maid was carrying the fifteen-year-old lady on her back. Zhuier's legs were almost numb and she could only repeat the action of taking steps, but her steps became smaller and smaller, and her body became more and more shaky.

After walking like this for a while, they finally slipped and fell into the snow together.

She didn't care about the wrist she sprained when she fell to the ground, and immediately got up to see her young lady. Ye Wenyan was confused all the way, fainting and waking up again. Now she woke up again after falling, but it was useless. Her body was covered with wounds, and the wound on her shoulder was still bleeding. Her face, which was originally pale, now looked blue. Even Zhuier felt that her young lady was no different from a dead person.

"Miss." The little girl was almost crying, "Miss, did you fall anywhere? I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I slipped. Wuwu, Miss, please bear with it. Let's keep going. We will soon reach Lin'an City."

This was to comfort Ye Wenyan, and also to comfort herself. They were almost at Lin'an City, but they couldn't even see the shadow of Lin'an City. She even began to wonder if they were going in the wrong direction. After all, when they jumped off the carriage, the crazy horse had already turned many corners, and it was definitely not the correct route back to the city.

She carried Ye Wenyan back on her back, gritted her teeth and tried her best to stand up, but unfortunately she failed after trying several times.

Ye Wenyan knew that Zhuier was out of strength. It was not easy for a fourteen-year-old child to carry her for such a long distance in the snow and ice.

She patted Zhuier gently and said weakly, "Take off my cloak and spread it on the ground, then put me on the cloak, and drag me away by the hood of the cloak."

Zhuier refused, "How can that be possible? The ground is covered with snow. I'm afraid the cloak will get soaked after just a few steps. How can the young lady bear it?" "Then let's not leave. Find a big tree to shelter from the wind and snow. Once midnight passes, everything will be fine."

"Miss, please don't talk nonsense. You will be well after midnight. If you stay in the snow and wind without moving, you will freeze to death before midnight. Don't worry, I will take you back to Lin'an City and Yanhua Palace even if I risk my life."

Although she didn't understand why the young lady wanted to go to Yanhua Palace, she would always take what the young lady said to heart.

The little girl continued to try to carry Ye Wenyan on her back, and this time she succeeded. Although Ye Wenyan's feet were still dragging in the snow, it was better than dragging them on the cloak.

She carried him on her back for a few dozen steps before her legs began to shake again and her body was about to fall.

At this moment, I heard a "click" sound coming from far behind me, which was the sound of someone whipping a horse.

Zhuier almost thought she was hallucinating. She had hoped so much that a carriage would come along this path, but from hope to despair, nothing came of it. Now it was completely dark, and there was actually a carriage?

She stopped and looked back. There was no moon on that windy and snowy night. There was nothing to see except wind and snow.

But she could hear the sound of wheels rubbing against the snow, approaching from afar and approaching them.

The little girl was delighted, and shouted loudly in the wind and snow: "Stop! Please stop! Save us! Help!"

The carriage slowed down, and the driver reined in the horses with a "whoosh" and stopped steadily in front of them.

Zhuier's tense nerves relaxed at once, and he could no longer hold on and sat down in the snow.

But she hugged Ye Wenyan, raised her head and cried to the driver: "Please be kind and give us a ride! My daughter is seriously ill, and we need to go back to Lin'an City. Please give us a ride, or just give my daughter a ride." The driver leaned over and glanced at Ye Wenyan. He felt that the girl looked familiar, but it was too dark and he couldn't see clearly. He asked Zhuier: "Why are you here? A family that can afford a maid wouldn't have no carriage, right?"

Zhuier cried even more aggrievedly, "There is a carriage, but something went wrong, and we are the only two left. Uncle, please be kind and save my young lady, as long as you can send her into the city, even if it is outside the city! Please, I kowtow to you."

Zhuier kowtowed as soon as he was told to do so. After putting Ye Wenyan down, he knelt in the snow and kowtowed to the driver.

The driver was startled and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, young lady, you can't do this. I am also a servant, how can a servant kowtow to another servant? It is not my decision whether to take this young lady with you or not. You have to ask my master."

Zhuier of course understood this, and immediately shouted to the carriage: "My dear, my young lady is from Lin'an. My master and I are stranded here for a while. Please help me and take us a ride in your carriage. I kowtow to you." Zhuier's head began to kowtow to the snow again, bang bang bang, and her forehead was broken after a few times. Ye Wenyan wanted to pull her to stop kowtow, but Zhuier pushed her away. In the eyes of the little girl, whether she could return to Lin'an alive depended on this carriage. Even if she kowtowed to death here today, she would ask the people in the carriage to send her young lady back.

Finally, there was movement in the carriage. Someone lifted the curtain of the window and looked out. Zhuier couldn't see clearly whether the person was a man or a woman, but he saw the master and servant in the snow clearly. Then he said "Huh", and then asked: "Are you from the Su Palace?" It was a man's voice, calm and gentle, a bit like Ye Feiyu, the eldest master of the Ye family, but more calm than Ye Feiyu.

Zhuier was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and answered honestly: "No."

"No?" The man was puzzled. "Isn't that the Princess of Su? The fourth daughter of the Ye family, she and His Royal Highness the Prince of Su should have been married on the second day of the twelfth lunar month." Zhuier became alert. "Who are you? No matter who you are, we are not from the Prince of Su's Mansion, and my daughter is not the Princess of Su. Since you recognize my daughter, please be kind enough to give us a ride. The General's Mansion will definitely reward you handsomely."

She was just talking nonsense. How could the general's mansion offer a generous reward? But her young lady would definitely give it, so it wasn't a lie.

"Get in the car!" The man's voice was indifferent, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or not.

But Zhuier didn't care whether he was happy or not, anyway, letting him get on the car was a good result. She stood up and tried to hug Ye Wenyan. The driver saw that she was struggling and took the initiative to help. But Zhuier felt that the driver was a man after all, and it was not good for him to touch her young lady like this, so she blocked him and just said, "I can do it myself."

The driver was helpless, but since the other party didn't need help, there was no need for him to get involved and cause trouble. So he took a step back, and saw his master lifting the curtain and getting out of the carriage.

"Master, it's snowing hard outside, what are you doing here?" The man didn't say anything, just walked forward a few steps, bent down, and picked up the person who Zhuier had tried to lift up for a long time without success.

Zhuier let out an "ah" and when she saw the man carrying her young lady into the carriage easily, she said nothing more and just followed behind.

The driver helped her up without holding a grudge and whispered, "My master is His Royal Highness the Dust King, he's not a bad person."

Zhuier was stunned. His Royal Highness Prince Chen? What does His Royal Highness Prince Chen mean? Is he also the prince of the previous emperor?

The carriage started moving again, this time running faster than before.

Ye Wenyan sat in the carriage, exhausted, her eyes almost unable to open, but she still managed to look at the young man in a white robe beside her. She heard what the driver said to Zhuier, so she took the initiative to speak: "Thank you, His Highness King Chen, for rescuing me."

The Dust Prince, Quan Qinghua, was 22 years old and was the only one of the seven princes of the previous emperor who did not live in Kyoto. To the west of Northern Qi was a country called Guiyue. Guiyue was very large. Although it was not as large as Northern Qi, it was three-quarters the size of Northern Qi.

The two countries had a war more than three hundred years ago. At first, Guiyue Kingdom did not dare to intervene because Northern Qi had Emperor Shi Liyuan. Although Guiyue Kingdom was much stronger than Northern Qi militarily, they were really afraid that the Emperor would suddenly help, which would mean the destruction of the country.

But later, as the fight went on, they discovered that the Emperor really didn't seem to care much about mortals' affairs, so they just let go and fought, eventually defeating Northern Qi so badly that it had almost no power to fight back.

Just when Guiyue Kingdom thought it could take down Northern Qi in one fell swoop and take control of the largest country on the continent, Emperor Zunshi Li Yuan intervened.

The Emperor's hometown can be conquered and fought, but it cannot be taken, let alone humiliated. Under the strong pressure of the Emperor, the Guiyue Kingdom had no choice but to bow its head. The two countries negotiated and began to make peace. Later, it was unknown from which generation that the marriage was no longer peaceful, but instead exchanged hostages, and the hostages had to be princes.

His Royal Highness King Chen, Quan Qinghua, was the hostage sent by the previous emperor to the Guiyue Kingdom. He left Lin'an City at the age of thirteen and now he is twenty-two years old. This is his first time back. The reason why he was allowed to come back was because Northern Qi had first released the hostage of the Guiyue Kingdom a few months ago.

At that time, the old king of Guiyue was about to die, so he sent an envoy to ask the hostage to return to Beijing to see him for the last time. The late emperor was kind and agreed to this request and sent the hostage back. However, he did not expect that he would die soon after, and the son he sent back could not come back in time to attend the funeral, and even missed the coronation ceremony of the new emperor.

Ye Wenyan didn't know about these things. She only remembered that she didn't see the Fourth Prince on the day Quan Qingcheng ascended the throne, but she met him in the suburbs tonight. He must have been on a long journey and was on his way back to the capital.

"Why are you here, and why are you covered in wounds?" Quan Qinghua looked at her for a while, and seeing that her shoulder was still bleeding, he took out the wound medicine he had brought with him and handed it to Zhuier, "Heal your young lady's wound. If she continues to bleed like this, she'll probably die before we get to the city."

Zhuier was frightened when he heard this and quickly took the medicine.

But I have to accept it. Clothes are thick in winter, so how should I apply the medicine?