The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221: 597 The Couple Meets (First Watch)

Marquis Xuanping did not set Xiao Hen down until his horse, leading Xiao Hen’s horse on a detour, met up with them on the Official Road. Only then did the two men mount their steeds and return to the inner city of the Capital City.

"Not returning to Bishui Alley?"

Marquis Xuanping noticed Xiao Hen was leading them on an unusual route.

Xiao Hen said in a low voice, "Mmm, I’ll be staying at my mother’s place these days."

Marquis Xuanping did not ask further.

Although he had been married to Princess Xinyang for many years, they did not interfere with each other, nor did they disturb each other. So this was his first time visiting the Mansion on Vermilion Bird Avenue.

He was about to leave after watching Xiao Hen enter when Xiao Hen suddenly opened his mouth and stopped him, "You should have your injuries treated first."

To avoid sounding like he cared, he added, "There happens to be a doctor here."

"Your mother—"

"She’s not here."

Marquis Xuanping raised his brows, thinking how bold you have become, even daring to bring your old man back home.

He had longed for so long and finally received a bit of his son’s concern; Marquis Xuanping would not miss out on the opportunity to spend time with his son.

No matter what, he had to hold out until his son called him father again.

Marquis Xuanping dismounted.

He hadn’t creased his brow carrying Xiao Hen across mountains and ridges, but now that he was home, he suddenly started to act.

In order to demonstrate the severity of his injuries, he exaggeratedly limped into the house.

Xiao Hen watched his dragging left leg and his face instantly darkened, "You injured your right leg."

Marquis Xuanping: "..."

By this time, it was past midnight. Gu Jiao, too, was a patient in need of rest and was not woken by Xiao Hen. However, Doctor Song was there and had just taken Gu Jiao’s temperature.

Xiao Hen settled Marquis Xuanping in his bedchamber and then called for Doctor Song.

Doctor Song was a man of discernment; he had already guessed Xiao Liulang’s identity after arriving at Vermilion Bird Avenue but never asked any inappropriate questions.

Upon seeing Xiao Liulang bring Marquis Xuanping back, he still asked nothing.

Xiao Hen fetched a set of his own clothes for Marquis Xuanping to change into.

Truth be told, there was a difference in physique between father and son. Marquis Xuanping, having practiced martial arts for years, naturally had a more robust build than Xiao Hen, but surprisingly, their height was not too different.

Looking at the clothes that were not too short, Marquis Xuanping couldn’t help but feel moved again—his son had really grown up.

Doctor Song began to treat Marquis Xuanping’s injuries. Xiao Hen thought there were only the two knife wounds identified on the way, but when Doctor Song lifted his shirt, the crisscrossing array of new and old scars on his back nearly stunned Xiao Hen.

With a face as handsome as jade, Marquis Xuanping gave people the unconscious impression that his body would be similarly unblemished.

Who would have thought that his body was already covered in scars?

Minor wounds were no longer considered injuries in Marquis Xuanping’s eyes. The only ones he remembered were the slash on his back and the cut on his right leg.

Marquis Xuanping looked up to see his son staring at him in a daze. He’d forgotten how much his son detested all this fighting and killing. The toys he’d made for his son when he was a child, his son had not liked any of them.

These scars must be quite unsightly to him.

He hurriedly pulled his clothes back on and said to Xiao Hen, "You should go out first."

Xiao Hen’s eyelashes trembled, and he turned with a complex expression to walk out.

"Marquis, have your wounds been stitched more than once?" Doctor Song asked as he looked at the two major wounds on Marquis Xuanping.

"Hmm," Marquis Xuanping answered vaguely, "Stitched up a time or two."

After coming off the battlefield, he had stitched them up once, then the wounds tore open from relentless traveling. At the Post station while changing horses, he had them stitched up again, a time or two.

With earnest concern, Doctor Song said, "Marquis, this is very dangerous! You should properly rest when injured. Repeated tearing of a wound is worse than a direct stab!"

"So... will it cause lasting damage?" Marquis Xuanping asked.

Doctor Song sighed, "You’re fortunate. If it weren’t for the special wound medicine my master has, your leg would indeed have been doomed!"

Marquis Xuanping’s wounds were already inflamed and swollen, and he had even soaked them in water... Doctor Song had never seen such a disobedient patient!

If not for the anti-inflammatory drugs his master had, not even the Daluo Immortals could have saved him!

Doctor Song cleaned Marquis Xuanping’s wounds and couldn’t help but marvel at his extraordinary constitution. Even after repeated tearing, the wounds had managed to heal, though the localized infection posed some trouble for treatment and care.