Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Pei Hao originally thought that the clerk had received benefits from the mastermind and spread the message that the bandit was not dead. Bai Xiqiao personally tracked him down, and then they only had to follow the clues. At midnight, Pei Hao was ready to gather people to capture the criminal, but was stopped by Qi Xiao, who asked him to wait a little longer. He waited and saw this result. The jailer on duty in the prison failed to poison him, and even if he did it himself, he could not let the prisoner survive the night.

Pei Hao stared at the two men for a long time before speaking in a deep voice, "You two have been in the Dali Temple for quite some time. Confess voluntarily to avoid torture."

The jailer and clerk lowered their heads and remained silent, as if they were determined to hold their ground. Pei Hao sighed and turned to Qi Xiao, saying, "Your Highness, you have worked hard tonight. It is late now. Please go back and rest. I will handle this. I must have evidence before the court tomorrow morning."

Qi Xiao shook his head: "Master Pei, don't worry about me."

Pei Hao sighed slightly and left Qi Xiao to accompany him for the interrogation all night long.

Qi Xiao tilted his head and glanced up and down at Chi Yue, then said to Zong Sheng, "Take him down and treat his injuries first."

"Thank you for your consideration."

Qi Xiao specially asked Pei Hao to clean out a room in the west wing of the Dali Temple for Chi Yue to recuperate and rest. He also prepared medicine, new clothes, and even hot water for bathing.

Chi Yue slowly took off the dirty clothes that were clinging to his body, glanced at Zong Sheng, and said with a smile: "Your prince is really good."

Zong Sheng boiled the warm water again and ignored Chi Yue.

"But I just did a great service for the prince. How can I just abandon him and not care about my life or death?"

Zong Sheng still didn't answer. He poured two buckets of water into the bathtub, went out to fetch two buckets from the well, and then fetched water from the kitchen. He made three trips back and forth, doing hard labor.

Chi Yue watched Zong Sheng busying himself slowly. It seemed that he couldn't take off his filthy clothes. It took him a long time to take off one sleeve.

"hiss."

Zong Sheng heard Chi Yue gasp and looked back at him.

"It's stuck. I'm injured and it hurts. Come and help me."

Zong Sheng hesitated. When Chi Yue was little, he'd been as ruthless as he could be when fighting others. How could he have known fear of pain? Why had he become so delicate now that he'd grown up? Zong Sheng walked over anyway.

The outer robe was relatively easy to remove, but the inner garment was really stuck to Chi Yue's wound. A slight pull would tear the wound open, leaving a bloody mess, which looked really scary.

"Hey, please be gentle."

Zong Sheng frowned: "Does it hurt?"

Chi Yue wiped off the disguise on his face in a few strokes, but before he could wash it off, he turned his head and looked at Zong Sheng with a big painted face: "You hit me, don't you know how serious the consequences are?"

Zong Sheng pressed the corners of his mouth, as if trying hard to suppress his anger. He knew that he did not hit hard enough and that it was only a superficial injury. He should not have caused Chi Yue so much pain. It was obvious that Chi Yue was playing tricks on him again.

Zong Sheng stopped wasting time with Chi Yue and quickly tore off all his clothes at once. If it hurt, it would hurt this time.

"Hey!"

Chi Yue's body was covered in blood and whip marks, looking horrible. Zong Sheng glanced at him and turned his head away, but this caused Chi Yue to laugh softly. Zong Sheng didn't know what he was laughing at, but he heard the sound of water in the inner room and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Chi Yue's injuries were not serious but he was whipped by Zong Sheng many times. He quickly washed them and applied medicine immediately.

"Hey, I can't reach it. Please come in and help me." Chi Yue called Zong Sheng again.

Zong Sheng sighed and stepped into the inner room. He saw Chi Yue with his upper body naked, his wet hair casually tied up, waiting for Zong Sheng to apply medicine on his wounds.

Zong Sheng stared at Chi Yue, stunned. Chi Yue had looked frail as a child, yet possessed considerable strength and power. He'd grown quickly in Wudu Prefecture, well-fed and well-fed. But now, Chi Yue was still slender, looking nothing like the build of a martial artist. His skin was delicate and fair, and the crimson whip marks on his shoulders, arms, and chest were particularly striking.

"How come your body... is so clean? Not a single scar left?" All those injuries from childhood didn't leave even a single scar? How is that possible!

Chi Yue held a bottle of medicine in his palm and looked at Zong Sheng with a smile: "Help me apply the medicine, it's something from the palace, it will regenerate the skin and won't leave scars."

Zong Sheng took the medicine and applied it to Chi Yue, but his doubts remained undimmed. He couldn't help but ask, "How could he have cured all the injuries he suffered during those years in Wudu Prefecture?"

"Haha, of course I can. Just shed a few more layers of skin and it will be gone."

Shedding two more layers of skin?

The more relaxed Chi Yue's words became, the more suspicious Zong Sheng felt. He used a piece of wood to gently apply the milky white ointment to the wound on Chi Yue's arm. He remembered that Chi Yue had once suffered an arrow wound below his right shoulder, which had penetrated the bone. The wound had not been properly treated at the time, and the flesh had festered. The wound never healed, nearly crippling Chi Yue's arm. Later, the rotten flesh was scraped away and the bone was scraped, and the wound gradually healed. But now the wound was gone, as if it had never existed.

How could a scar like that be easily removed? Shedding two layers of skin? How could it be that easy?

"……Why?"

Chi Yue turned his head and met Zong Sheng's gaze. Suddenly, a look of panic appeared on his face. He quickly avoided it and laughed softly, "Those scars are so ugly. What's the point of keeping them?"

Zong Sheng suddenly reached out and pressed his hand under Chi Yue's right shoulder. The place where the scar should have been was now smooth.

The gentle touch of Zong Sheng's fingertips made Chi Yue's back stiffen for a moment. He could still feel the pain of the wound from that year, the pain that pierced his bones. He still remembered it, and he didn't expect Zong Sheng to remember it too. But when Zong Sheng's fingers slowly stroked him, the pain didn't seem to go away, and instead, he felt a slight tingling sensation inside.

"...These years, you..." Zong Sheng frowned and wanted to ask, but he was interrupted by Chi Yue as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Hurry up, it's very cold." Chi Yue looked towards Zong Sheng, blinked, and asked him with a sweet smile, "Or do you want to watch for a while longer?"

Zong Sheng glared at Chi Yue and pressed the wood chip in his hand on Chi Yue's wound, causing Chi Yue to feel pain for no reason. He must be crazy to worry about this guy.