The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack: The Evil King's Doctor Consort's Ent

Chapter 51 You still have the nerve to make demands of me, the King

Gu Lingzhi felt that her physical strength had reached its limit.

She had been hanging from the city wall for so long, suffered severe injuries from excessive blood loss, and then underwent a long and mentally taxing surgery. If it weren't for her strong willpower, she probably would have collapsed long ago.

The new military tents have been prepared, but they are still very simple because the reorganization was too rushed and nothing had been prepared yet.

Gu Lingzhi didn't care whether the wooden bed was hard or not, she just fell backward, her head completely fuzzy.

Bai Lianchuan stood at the door and saw that Gu Lingzhi had already fallen asleep. He gently waved and called over a few soldiers.

The men waited obediently for Bai Lianchuan's instructions.

"You lot, stay outside the tent and don't allow anyone in, understand?"

"Yes, strategist, rest assured, your subordinates will guard it well!"

Several soldiers saluted with utmost respect, then stood guard at the four sides of the tent, each fulfilling their duties, making the area impenetrable.

Bai Lianchuan glanced deeply in the direction of the military tent, a strange thought flashing across his eyes. He sighed softly, then chuckled, "Whether it's good or bad, who can say for sure?"

I don't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly said such a thing.

It was very late at night.

Mo Jiuxiao slowly opened his eyes, a deep meaning flashing in them. He was in great pain all over his body, but that didn't stop him from getting out of bed.

Hearing the commotion inside the military tent, the soldiers guarding the door rushed over immediately. Leading the charge were two young military officers with resolute faces.

The leader, with thick eyebrows and large, bright eyes, spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "Your Highness!"

Hearing a slightly familiar voice, Mo Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows slightly under the dim light.

"General Lin?"

Upon hearing Mo Jiuxiao's address, the black-haired youth who was called General Lin immediately knelt down.

His voice was steady and revealed a deep respect: "I am late, Your Highness, please punish me."

Mo Jiuxiao raised his hand to stop his apology, coughed lightly, and covered his slightly pale lips. Mo Jiuxiao's slender phoenix eyes narrowed: "How did things go?"

Lin Qiao hurriedly reported: "The Third Prince of Nanhuai and his men have already withdrawn from Linyang. Because the enemy suffered heavy losses in this battle, they should not dare to make a move in the short term."

After the young general finished reporting everything in a methodical manner, Mo Jiuxiao's brows relaxed, and he nodded slightly.

This news proves that the border troops can have at least one or two years of rest.

Such a major battle is not a frequent occurrence, and most of the border soldiers are in a state of tense preparation for war. Now that they can rest and recuperate, it is a good thing for both Beiyi and Nanhuai.

Mo Jiuxiao leaned against the headboard, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, his dark purple eyes glancing down at the bandages wrapped around his body.

The knot was tied beautifully, and the wound didn't feel torn at all. Although it hurt, it was much better than previous injuries.

He was momentarily lost in thought, and really wanted to take off the bandage to see how his wound had been treated.

"Your Majesty..."

Seeing that Mo Jiuxiao didn't seem to be listening to him at all, Lin Qiao reminded him again, speechless. Mo Jiuxiao was slightly taken aback before turning his gaze back to him: "Is there anything else?"

Lin Qiao remained silent for a moment. He had led his army back to the camp in the middle of the night, but then he received an imperial edict.

"General Zhang has brought you an imperial edict to see!"

As he spoke, Lin Qiao glanced back at another man, who was still wearing official robes and holding a bright yellow scroll in his hand.

It was clear that the two of them had been waiting outside for a long time, just waiting for this moment when he would wake up.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Jiuxiao's eyes as he calmly said to Lin Qiao, "Hand me the water!"

General Zhang stood to the side, and seeing that Mo Jiuxiao had not yet been born and the matter had not been mentioned, he could only wait quietly and nervously.

Lin Qiao hurriedly went to fetch water. Mo Jiuxiao's pale lips regained some color after being moistened with water. He then casually raised his eyelids and asked, "Tell me, what does the imperial edict say?"

General Zhang nervously swallowed. He had long heard of Mo Jiuxiao's great name, but just standing in front of this Ninth Prince brought him a deep sense of pressure. Even some of the seasoned soldiers on the border could not withstand it, let alone a soldier from the capital like himself.

"His Majesty... wants you to return to the capital as soon as possible. Hearing that you have repeatedly performed outstanding feats on the border, he intends to reward you handsomely. Also... His Majesty has learned that you are well past the age of settling down and starting a family. He has decided to arrange a marriage for you with the daughter of Grand Tutor Sun."

With a snap, General Zhang was startled and looked up the instant he heard the sound.

But then the cup in Mo Jiuxiao's hand suddenly shattered.

Mo Jiuxiao lowered his eyes, his gaze swirling with unspoken emotions. His lips were clenched, but his face showed no sign of any other emotion.

Mo Jiuxiao's appearance was hard to understand. General Zhang held the imperial edict in his hand, and cold sweat almost dripped down his forehead.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Bring the imperial edict!"

Mo Jiuxiao extended his fair, slender hand with distinct knuckles, and General Zhang quickly presented the imperial edict in his hand.

He lowered his head and stepped back, standing to the side, but his eyes were constantly watching Mo Jiuxiao's expression. He flattered him, saying, "His Majesty is also concerned about the Prince. The Prince is stationed at the border year-round, which is extremely dangerous. If he can leave behind an heir soon, he will have no worries about the future."

Lin Qiao, standing nearby, heard all of this clearly.

Although he had followed Mo Jiuxiao for so many years and knew some of Mo Jiuxiao's character, he, as a subordinate, had no right to interfere in such private matters concerning the prince.

The imperial edict clearly instructed Mo Jiuxiao to return home and complete his marriage.

Mo Jiuxiao looked at the imperial edict with a cold gaze. He scanned it from top to bottom without wasting much time. He had already grasped the general meaning of all the contents, including the emperor's emotions.

Using the anniversary of the Empress Dowager's death to force him to return to the capital, and then issuing an order to bestow a marriage upon him after his return... it was truly a flawless scheme.

However, he has stayed at the border long enough.

"General Lin, starting tomorrow, you will lead the army to continue guarding the border. I will personally go to the capital."

Upon hearing Mo Jiuxiao's instructions, Lin Qiao glanced at his injuries and his eyes showed obvious concern: "Your Highness, you are injured. If you travel a long distance, it will inevitably worsen your injuries."

"is it?"

Mo Jiuxiao countered with a question, then suddenly his eyes gleamed with an indifferent light: "I will always carry a highly skilled physician with me, so there will be no problem."

Lin Qiao wanted to persuade him further, but his prince's unwavering nature forced him to swallow his words.

He led General Zhang, who was delivering the message, out of the military tent, leaving Mo Jiuxiao with a calm demeanor.

Zhang Rong wiped the cold sweat from her face: "How have you been following your prince for so long? Just standing next to him makes my neck feel cold."

Lin Qiao rolled his eyes at him, having no goodwill towards this general from the capital: "Now that the message has been delivered, General Zhang, please return!"

Zhang Rong was speechless and glared at him fiercely: "You really have some of the demeanor of your princes, just as cold and unapproachable!"

Lin Qiao didn't speak. The Zhang family had a very good reputation. From top to bottom, they were all generals. They had originally had outstanding military achievements. But who knew that a few years ago, when they were suppressing bandits, the original General Zhang died unexpectedly, and the old General Zhang also passed away suddenly. The once glorious Zhang family was left with only Zhang Rong as the sole heir.

So being pampered makes her seem a bit spoiled.

I just don't understand why the Emperor would choose this person when he came to deliver the imperial edict.

It's bright.

The entire camp is almost ready, and all the soldiers have successfully settled in.

Gu Lingzhi's tent was quiet, but a slightly glaring light seeped in through the curtains, causing her to suddenly open her eyes.

It's already high in the sky; I never imagined she slept for so long.

Suddenly, the curtain was pushed open, and a soldier carrying food walked in. When he saw that Gu Lingzhi was awake, his face lit up with joy.

"I never imagined you possessed such remarkable medical skills. Yesterday, the Prince was so severely injured and unconscious, yet today he has already emerged from the tent!"

Gu Lingzhi didn't think much of the first part, but when she suddenly heard Mo Jiuxiao walk out of the tent, her face immediately darkened.

She didn't even bother with her meal, gritting her teeth as she asked, "Where is he?"

The soldier had no idea why Gu Lingzhi's expression had changed, and subconsciously replied, "It seems there are important matters to arrange, and all the deputy generals have been summoned to the tent."

Gu Lingzhi jumped off the bed.

She was still wearing her neat military uniform and her human skin mask was still on, so her appearance did not cause any sensation.

The soldier who brought her the food looked completely bewildered.

She ran to the entrance of Mo Jiuxiao's military tent. When the soldiers guarding the gate saw her, they immediately saluted respectfully. Although she did not hold any official position, her abilities alone had already impressed all the soldiers who knew the truth.

However, the necessary obstruction still had to be stopped, only the attitude was slightly better: "His Highness is discussing important matters inside, and without His Highness's orders, no one can be let in casually."

Gu Lingzhi took a breath, covering the wound on her left shoulder with one hand. She said seriously, "I can stay out, but please warn Mo Jiuxiao that his wound doesn't hurt as much because I stitched it up carefully and applied painkiller. But even so, he can't just run around before it's fully healed. If the wound reopens, he'll have to deal with the consequences himself."

Gu Lingzhi's words, thrown out all at once, immediately caused those around her to exchange bewildered glances. It wasn't the content of her speech, but rather the sheer force of her aura.

Her voice was loud, and the military tent wasn't soundproof. From a distance, the curtain was lifted, and a handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked over: "The prince wants you to come in."