My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Chapter 189 Recollection Part 2.12 - Serious Illness

Faced with this sudden turn of events, everyone in the room was terrified and their faces turned pale. Several palace servants were so frightened that they forgot to protect the prince and instead panicked and tried to dodge.

Fu Tingyu's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment only one thought flashed through his mind—

"Isn't this a bit too old-fashioned?"

Despite his complaints, he knew that with his current physical condition, he definitely couldn't outrun that crazed horse.

So Fu Tingyu gritted his teeth and, without hesitation, raised his bow again, aimed at the mad horse that was running closer and closer, and fired an arrow with all his might.

This time, his arrow miraculously did not miss its mark and went straight for the mad horse.

However, just before the arrow was about to hit it, the mad horse nimbly twisted and dodged it.

Fu Tingyu's pupils trembled. How could a horse that had lost its mind possibly know to dodge an attack?

In the blink of an eye, the mad horse seemed to have found its target and had already rushed in front of Fu Tingyu and the Sixth Prince.

The sixth prince was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.

He stared in disbelief, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, as if he had lost all his strength and was unable to move.

Surprisingly, the mad horse completely ignored the sixth prince, who was standing right next to it, and didn't even glance at him.

With a sudden acceleration, it leaped over the Sixth Prince's head and stopped directly in front of Fu Tingyu with exceptional clarity.

With a sharp, piercing screech, everyone's attention was drawn to this spot.

The mad horse reared up, raised its two front hooves high, drew a sharp arc in the air, and then mercilessly stomped down on Fu Tingyu!

Fu Tingyu stared wide-eyed in disbelief, but in that instant, he felt surprisingly little fear.

However, the expected pain did not come.

At this critical moment, Fu Tingyu only felt a blur before his eyes.

A figure suddenly pounced over, grabbed him, and rolled him around twice, narrowly avoiding the mad horse's front hooves.

At the same time, two sharp arrows came flying through the air, one after the other!

The first arrow knocked the rider off his horse.

The second arrow followed immediately, striking the mad horse squarely in the eye.

Then two more arrows came in quick succession, and with a terrible neigh, the mad horse finally collapsed to the ground.

The field finally returned to calm.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

An anxious voice rang in my ears.

Fu Tingyu raised his head, and what came into view was the boy's clean and neat jawline, and his eyes, which were covered by his loose hair.

Fu Tingyu shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

Chu Ling stared intently at him, scrutinizing Fu Tingyu's condition without blinking.

Only after confirming that he was indeed not injured anywhere could they barely breathe a sigh of relief.

"What about you?"

Upon hearing Fu Tingyu's question, Chu Ling smiled slightly and said, "I am naturally fine as well."

But even though he said he was fine, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan after helping Fu Tingyu up.

Fu Tingyu looked over upon hearing the sound and discovered that because Chu Ling had rushed over and rolled around in his arms, his right arm had scraped against the ground, tearing his clothes with gravel and revealing a bloody wound.

"Somebody come!"

Upon seeing this, Fu Tingyu immediately shouted loudly.

Only then did the palace servants, as if waking from a dream, gather around, shouting, "Quick! Quick, save them!"

Instantly, people were being rescued, and horses were being dragged away, causing chaos once again.

The sixth prince was also helped up and walked shakily to Fu Tingyu's side. Looking at the dead, mad horse, he asked with a pale face, "What happened? How could this horse suddenly go mad for no reason?"

But then, recalling the previous scene, he suddenly realized a possibility: "Could it be... that someone..."

Everyone present was not stupid; they all clearly saw that the horse was charging towards Fu Tingyu with a clear objective, indicating that someone was secretly trying to harm him.

The most likely explanation is...

The sixth prince's eyes flickered, and he silently shut his mouth.

Fu Tingyu pursed his lips, not particularly surprised.

His days in the palace were never as peaceful as they appeared on the surface.

Fu Tingyu sighed heavily, feeling quite weary.

After watching Chu Ling being taken away for treatment, he turned his gaze to the man and horse that had been shot.

"However, those arrows just now were..."

He looked up, following the angle of the arrow.

Chu Heng stood not far away, holding a longbow in his hand, looking at them calmly.

The Seventh Prince's Palace—

"Yu'er, are you okay?"

Consort Chen hurriedly stepped into the hall, grabbed Fu Tingyu's hand, and her face showed undisguised anxiety.

Fu Tingyu shook his head, looked at the imperial physician who was bandaging Chu Ling's wounds, and said, "Mother, there is no need to worry, I am fine."

Following his gaze, Consort Chen's eyes slowly fell on Chu Ling.

She had also heard that the two Chu brothers had saved her child, and a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes as she looked at Chu Ling. "Good child, it's all thanks to you."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ling obediently lowered his head, not taking credit for it, "As Your Highness's companion, this is what I should do, Your Highness need not be so polite."

His humility pleased Consort Chen quite a bit.

She nodded, walked to Chu Ling's side, watched the imperial physician's movements, and asked, "Imperial Physician, is his injury serious?"

The imperial physician glanced down at Chu Ling's wound and said, "Your Highness, this wound only looks serious, but fortunately it hasn't hit any vital organs. As long as you apply the medicine on time and avoid excessive activity in the coming days, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Hearing the imperial physician's words, Consort Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good."

Then she turned around, looked at Fu Tingyu, and said softly, "Yu'er, I think this child is tired too. Why don't we let him go back and rest first?"

Seeing that Consort Chen had something to say to Fu Tingyu, Chu Ling readily got up.

After bowing to Consort Chen and Fu Tingyu, he walked out of the palace accompanied by the imperial physician.

After Chu Ling left, the smile in Consort Chen's eyes slowly faded, and her expression towards Fu Tingyu became serious.

She slowly walked to Fu Tingyu's side, reached out to stroke his face, but couldn't help trembling, "They're finally going to make their move on you."

Fu Tingyu frowned slightly and gently grasped Consort Chen's hand. "Mother, there's no need to worry. Today's performance was indeed rather clumsy. As long as Father investigates thoroughly..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Consort Chen suddenly gripped his hand tightly.

Looking at her expression, Fu Tingyu suddenly had a bad feeling.

Consort Chen shook her head and said, word by word, "Your father is ill."