Chapter 1773: Chapter 1770: Brought Back Alive

“I don’t know how they discovered it,” Chu Bo said quietly, touching the tip of his nose.

Ye Muyu noticed curious glances around them, even King Qi had come over. Ye Muyu reached out and touched his head, signaling him not to say more for now.

“Prince, my nephew needs to have his injuries treated again at the temple. After the yamen arrives, we’ll return to the capital together, and my nephew will cooperate with their investigation,” Ye Muyu stated first.

After all, Chu Bo was caught up in this matter.

King Qi nodded warmly, “Lady, no need to be formal. Please take the injured for treatment first; I’ll handle matters here.”

“Thank you, Prince.” Ye Muyu had no intention of staying longer.

The noise from the fighting below, if nothing unexpected happened, involved quite a few people. And until now, the guards from King Qi’s mansion hadn’t come out, possibly indicating some secret below.

After all, she was a female family member, and it wasn’t her place to get involved. The prudent approach was to stay out of it.

Ye Muyu had already arranged for the servant boy to bring up a stretcher. When it arrived, they carried Chu Bo down the mountain.

The fainted Miss Guo was also arranged by King Qi’s people to be taken back to the temple.

In the temple.

Ye Muyu and others stood beside the bed, while the Abbot from the temple was examining Chu Bo.

The Abbot simply re-bandaged Chu Bo and stood up, saying “Amitabha” with a bow, “Honorable patrons, this young patron’s wounds have been treated simply. If you’re not at ease, it’s best to go back to the capital for further examination. However, ideally, he should rest for two or three days since the injuries aren’t suitable for travel.”

Madam Wang furrowed her brows, “Thank you, Abbot. Could we lay thick cushions in the carriage to minimize jostling, is that possible?”

“The old monk does not recommend it, but if you are anxious, it can be done,” the Abbot said kindly, bringing his hands together with a bow.

Madam Wang looked worriedly, considering Chu Bo’s condition, and instinctively looked at Ye Muyu.

Ye Muyu gently nodded to her and addressed the Abbot, “Could we speak a word in private?”

The host raised his head, looked at her, and nodded slightly, “Lady patron, follow the old monk.”

Ye Muyu followed him out the main door.

Standing in the courtyard outside, Ye Muyu asked casually, “Abbot, this is the injury medicine my family brought. I wonder how effective it is after being used?”

The host reached out for the bottle, sniffed it, then poured a little powder into his palm and looked for a while before saying, “This powder is likely what was applied to the young patron before?”

“Exactly,” Ye Muyu replied, putting the bottle away and nodding.

The host nodded gently, “It’s good medicine, but the old monk hasn’t seen its effects before, so I don’t know if it’s suitable for travel. If you are not reassured, the old monk can arrange for a fellow disciple to accompany you back to the capital, who also knows some medical skills.”

“Thank you, Abbot,” Ye Muyu did not refuse, nodded with a smile.

The host brought his hands together and, after exchanging a few words with Ye Muyu, took his leave.

After he left, Ye Muyu gestured to Su Mei, who soon turned and departed.

Ye Muyu walked into the wing room, seeing Chu Bo lying on the bed, asked, “Do you feel any discomfort in your wounds?”

“No,” Chu Bo grinned, “Third Aunt cares so much; I feel like I’m fine.”

“Hmm, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, don’t hold on—say so immediately, understood?” Ye Muyu said this with some severity, which Chu Bo hadn’t seen before, and he nodded dazedly, not daring to joke.

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