My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

The guard was taken aback, then continued, "Miss Wen, please come with us."

"Give me."

Just as the guard was caught off guard, his hand went empty, and then a powerful internal force sent him flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Wen Nuan. He never expected that this Miss Wen was not only highly skilled in medicine, but also a master in martial arts.

The guards hidden in the shadows came out when they saw that the man was injured, and looked at Wen Nuan warily.

Wen Nuan carefully put away the silver mask in her hand and said calmly to the group of guards, "Lead the way."

"Please, Miss Wen!" They dared not neglect her, and one of them stepped forward respectfully.

Warmth followed him toward the unknown road ahead.

The people behind him helped the fallen guard up and found that his meridians were damaged, and he would be a cripple for the time being. They didn't know what kind of medicine Wen Nuan had used, but the man could not feel the pain in his body. But what was most terrifying was that he could not even feel the existence of his own body...

Wen Nuan could easily recognize that the guard who stopped him was the head guard in the inn who had been ordered by Feng Qingyuan to hand over the thieves to the authorities.

She had long sensed that something was off about Feng Qingyuan, that he seemed to have some ulterior motive. Otherwise, why would a member of the royal family get involved in the conflicts of the martial arts world? But Wen Nuan didn't expect him to make a move so quickly, targeting her, but he actually started with Eleven...

A shadow fell over her warm eyes; danger flashed.

She followed them for about fifteen minutes until they arrived at a magnificent yet understated mansion, guarded by servants dressed identically to them.

Wen Nuan was led inside. She had no interest in the beautiful scenery of the house. Eleven was nowhere to be found. She wondered what Feng Qingyuan was up to.

"My lady, the person has been brought here!" The guard led her into a quiet courtyard, where a man stood with his back to them.

The man turned around, his imposing presence commanding respect. A smile bloomed on his handsome face when he saw Wen Nuan, his gaze intense.

"Where is An Xian?" Feng Qingyuan asked the guard, but his gaze remained fixed on Wen Nuan.

"The boss... he..." the guard stammered, glancing at Wen Nuan discreetly. The boss was still lying down; could he dare say that this girl did it?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time and spoke hesitantly, Feng Qingyuan shifted his gaze from Wen Nuan to the guard, just in time to see his subtle look. As clever as he was, he immediately knew what was going on.

"Go down!" Feng Qingyuan waved his hand, and the guards withdrew. The courtyard was empty except for the flowers, plants, and trees, with only the two of them there.

"Miss Wen..."

"What about the eleventh?" Wen Nuan interrupted Feng Qingyuan as soon as he opened his mouth and asked directly.

Feng Qingyuan smiled and said, "Miss, there's no need to worry. Young Master Eleven is safe now."

Warmth looked at him: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Qingyuan said no more, "Without further ado, young lady, your medical skills are superb. You are a descendant of the Wen family's divine physicians, and you are not an ordinary person. I would like you to save someone."

"I won't save them," Wen Nuan said bluntly.

“Give Eleven back to me. I don’t think you guys can do anything to me. Everyone in this courtyard was poisoned the moment I came in, including you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two loud bangs were heard outside the door, and the guards on duty foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Feng Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "The Wen family's medical and poison skills are indeed remarkable!"

He remained calm and composed, responding with a smile.

He walked towards Wen Nuan, a lingering smile on his face. He stopped just three fists away from her. He could smell the faint medicinal fragrance emanating from her as he looked down. He took a light sniff without making a sound and said, "Miss, don't jump to conclusions too soon. I suppose you're participating in the Divine Physician Competition for that assassin named Eleven! While the Withered Spring Grass is good, I have an even more precious medicine here."

Upon hearing this, Wen Nuan realized that this medicine was even more precious and useful than the withered spring grass. A thought struck her: if this were the case, Eleven's appearance might be restored to be no different from that of an ordinary person.

Thinking about it this way, she began to take stock of him. She noticed that Feng Qingyuan's hands behind his back were starting to tremble, which meant that the poison had taken effect. She hadn't expected that he could suppress it so forcefully. This man was no ordinary person!

"Here you go." Wen Nuan handed over a bottle of antidote. "I'll save you, but take me to see Eleven first."

He took it: "Okay."

A transaction is completed.

Feng Qingyuan took the antidote and then woke up another guard who had fainted. The guard regained some strength and, fearing the warmth, crawled on his knees to bring her to the courtyard where Eleven was.

Eleven sat in a room, his martial arts skills were restricted, his body was limp and he could not exert any strength. The anxiety in his heart was almost overwhelming him. He would rather Wen Nuan not come to save him than have her be controlled by others.

"Squeak—" The door was pushed open.

"Miss, she's inside." It was the guard's voice.

As Wen Nuan entered, Eleven, pale and somewhat weak, sat at the table. Upon seeing her, he abruptly stood up.

"Are you OK?"

"Girl, are you alright..."

Two voices spoke in unison.

With a warm smile, she walked up to Eleven and waved her hand. Eleven immediately felt a pleasant fragrance enter her nose, and then felt no longer weak, as her inner strength returned.

"Girl, let's go!" Eleven had recovered a little, clenched one fist, and stepped forward to grab Wen Nuan's hand with the other.

Warmth and confusion: "Where to go?" Getting married? ╰(￣▽￣)╮

“…Of course we should leave here!” Eleven said.

"Miss Wen has agreed to come back to the capital with me to save people!" Feng Qingyuan appeared out of nowhere, glancing at Eleven as she held Wen Nuan's hand.

Eleven met his eyes, neither giving way, making Nuannuan, caught in the middle, feel uncomfortable.

She broke the awkward atmosphere and asked, "When do we leave?"

Feng Qingyuan turned to her and smiled gently, "First thing tomorrow morning."

Wen Nuan nodded to indicate that she understood, and Feng Qingyuan wisely left.

"Girl, why do you want to go to the capital with him?" Eleven asked, puzzled.

“What I need is there,” Warmth replied.

I still want to speak up during the National Day holiday.

Warmth smiled gently at him: "I will always be by your side."

"..." Eleven blushed, unable to help but recall the scene on the competition stage, his dependence on her.

After teasing Xiao Shiyi, Wen Nuan returned to her room and rested early, wondering what unknown things awaited her in the capital.

On the official road, a group of guards in uniform rode horses on either side of two luxurious carriages.

Wen Nuan sat on the soft couch in the carriage, flipping through medical books. Feng Qingyuan was very good to them, or perhaps more accurately, very good to Wen Nuan. The carriage was high-end and classy, ​​and he had even provided her with several maids, but Wen Nuan politely declined.

Eleven sat outside the carriage with a dark expression, clearly displeased with Feng Qingyuan's attentiveness towards Wen Nuan.

After passing through a post station, the group of horses stopped to rest.

Feng Qingyuan got out of the carriage in front and walked towards the carriage where Wen Nuan was.

"What do you want to do?" Eleven stood in front of Feng Qingyuan, his face full of defensiveness, and questioned him.

"You must not be rude to the Prince!" shouted the guard behind him.

Feng Qingyuan waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet, then nodded to Eleven: "I have something to discuss with Miss Wen."

“You…” Eleven couldn’t stand his aloof attitude.

"Eleven, let him in." A warm and gentle voice came from inside the carriage. Eleven heard it and stopped trying to stop Feng Qingyuan. She watched as he smiled, lifted the carriage curtain, and went inside.

Before long, a clear male voice and a gentle female voice came from inside. The two voices blended together in a strangely harmonious way, but it didn't sound very pleasant to Eleven.

Wen Nuan overheard the argument between Shi Yi and Feng Qingyuan outside. Firstly, she didn't want Shi Yi to get involved with the imperial court, so she spoke up to defuse the tense situation. Secondly, she did indeed have something to ask Feng Qingyuan.

"Miss Wen, I didn't expect your guards to be so loyal!" Feng Qingyuan walked in and found a seat closest to Wen Nuan but not too far off the mark.

Wen Nuan turned to look at him: "Eleven is not my bodyguard."

Feng Qingyuan's smile froze, and he wisely and decisively chose to end the topic to avoid hearing anything he didn't want to hear.

“Miss Wen, the medicine is in the capital. I can only give it to you when I return to the capital,” Feng Qingyuan said.

Wen Nuan nodded to indicate that she understood, and continued to ask, "I want to know what symptoms the person I'm going to treat is, so I can prescribe the right medicine and understand the situation in advance."

"The person who needs your help is my Empress Dowager. She has always been in good health, but she suddenly collapsed a year ago and has been bedridden ever since. At first, the imperial physicians diagnosed her with just a cold, but after three months of taking medicine, she still didn't get better. The imperial physicians examined her again, and they still said it was a cold based on her pulse, but they couldn't cure her, which was very strange. Later, His Majesty summoned many skilled doctors from the common people to the palace, but they were also helpless with this illness. Just then, the Divine Physician Competition was held, and His Majesty sent me to bring back the divine physician who was chosen from the competition." Feng Qingyuan frowned and spoke at length, his worried and serious expression not being fake.

Wen Nuan thought this illness was strange. How come multiple doctors diagnosed it as a cold, but it just wouldn't get better? It seemed that only by going to see for herself could she find out the truth.

“Hmm, this illness is quite strange, and I need to examine it myself… Thank you for your detailed explanation, Ninth Prince…” Wen Nuan said.

"Just call me Qingyuan." Feng Qingyuan resumed his previous noble demeanor.

"..." Wen Nuan just smiled and didn't say anything.

The sound inside wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Eleven's ears. When he heard Feng Qingyuan tell Wen Nuan to call him Qingyuan, he almost went berserk. However, the sound stopped, and Wen Nuan didn't call out, which made Eleven relax and let out a sigh of relief.

Feng Qingyuan stepped out of the carriage, met Eleven's unfriendly gaze, gave a provocative smile, and strode away.

"Eleven, come in!"