Chapter 5: The Little Bun Who Doesn't Cry

The few people chased away by Xuanyuan Ming were all his children, and among them was the Second Princess, Xuanyuan Liuyue, who had wanted Xuanyuan Yinyue dead.

Although she found it strange that Xuanyuan Yinyue was alive again, Xuanyuan Liuyue immediately followed the others out to avoid arousing her father’s suspicions.

The imperial physicians arrived quickly. When they saw Xuanyuan Yinyue stitching her wounds with needle and thread, they were startled at first, but then they marveled at this method of treating external injuries!

If everyone who suffered knife wounds in the future were stitched up this way and supplemented with medicinal pills, their wounds would heal much faster!

After prescribing medicine for Xuanyuan Yinyue, the imperial physicians and Xuanyuan Ming left the inner chamber.

After a trembling palace maid brought in hot water, Xuanyuan Yinyue took the infant wrapped in a blanket out and told her to bring the water over.

The young maid felt a chill run down her spine under Xuanyuan Yinyue’s cold gaze, nearly dropping the basin in her hands. Seeing this, another maid dressed in emerald green palace attire immediately stepped forward to take the basin, brought the hot water to Xuanyuan Yinyue, and then efficiently wrung out a towel and handed it to her.

Xuanyuan Yinyue took the towel and carefully cleaned the blue-faced child in her arms.

Seeing that the infant in Xuanyuan Yinyue’s arms was blue all over like a stillborn, the emerald-clad maid couldn't help but whisper, "Your Highness, a baby must cry after birth to survive."

Xuanyuan Yinyue frowned slightly, then raised her hand and slapped the little one on the bottom.

But to Xuanyuan Yinyue’s surprise, after the slap, the little one didn't cry; instead, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The little one’s misty eyes looked at Xuanyuan Yinyue with an accusatory gaze, as if asking why she had hit him.

Xuanyuan Yinyue couldn't help but look dejected. What was wrong with this child?! There wasn't even a sign of crying.

The emerald-clad maid also wore a look of bewilderment.

Xuanyuan Yinyue thought, if he won't cry, he won't cry. Perhaps this child is a freak who doesn't know how to cry!

After tossing the naked child onto a small blanket and wrapping him up, Xuanyuan Yinyue handed the little one to the emerald-clad maid and went to the side to wash the sweat and blood off her body.

By the time she finished cleaning up, the once chaotic and bloody room had been restored to cleanliness and order.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Ming personally brought over a bowl of chicken soup stewed with thousand-year-old black ginseng.

After confirming that this would be beneficial for her recovery, Xuanyuan Yinyue drank it all in one go without any pretense. Her crisp and decisive movements made Xuanyuan Ming’s eyes flicker.

Solomon Yin’s observational skills were incredibly sharp; even while drinking the soup, her peripheral vision remained fixed on Xuanyuan Ming’s face.

"Something on your mind?" Xuanyuan Yinyue slowly set down the porcelain bowl and glanced at Xuanyuan Ming indifferently. As she spoke, an indescribable air of nobility naturally emanated from her.

Xuanyuan Ming was stunned for a moment, then revealed a dry laugh. "Yinyue, has your mind recovered?"

Although he had known this day might come, the current Yinyue carried an elegance and grandeur in every gesture that was vastly different from the fool and lovesick girl she used to be. Even with mental preparation, he still found it difficult to adapt to the current Yinyue, because in front of this version of Xuanyuan Yinyue, he always felt a sense of inferiority.

Upon hearing Xuanyuan Ming’s words, Xuanyuan Yinyue immediately grasped the key information: Xuanyuan Ming had known all along that there would be a day when Xuanyuan Yinyue would be normal!