I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 415 Sending Buddha to the West

"Cough cough." A few deliberately coughing sounds suddenly rang out at the tent entrance. Feng Jing, carrying a medicine box, showed eight white teeth to the young man who looked over. "Your Majesty, I've come to take Liu Zheng's pulse."

"Come here." Xiao Jingfan got up and made room for her on the bed.

Chu Liuzheng breathed a sigh of relief, his earlobes turning a little pink.

[Aww~ Dr. Feng is truly my family! Tyrant, please leave!]

Xiao Jingfan raised an eyebrow slightly and deliberately bent down to tuck the blanket around the other person.

Chu Liuzheng froze instantly, like a wooden statue.

Feng Jing placed the medicine box beside the bed and glanced sideways at the emperor: "Your Majesty, I need to give Liu Zheng a thorough examination. You should go and see Prince Rui instead."

Xiao Jingfan glanced at the person on the bed, knowing that although Chu Liuzheng was usually like a rabbit—tolerant, forgiving, and trying to avoid conflict—he was capable of anything when pushed to the limit. If he wanted to keep him, he couldn't push him too hard.

With that thought in mind, he gave a few gentle words of advice and then left.

The curtain fell, and the footsteps faded into the distance. Feng Jing withdrew his gaze from the swaying curtain and looked at the person on the bed, saying leisurely, "The person's gone, stop pretending."

Chu Liuzheng suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at Feng Jing.

"You're such a fake. It's a good thing His Majesty didn't notice." Feng Jing took out the pulse pillow and gestured for her to reach out.

[It would have been good if they hadn't noticed; unfortunately, the tyrant isn't that stupid.]

Chu Liuzheng sat up and obediently reached out his hand.

Feng Jing took Chu Liuzheng's pulse for a moment, then asked her to switch hands. He took her pulse again for a moment, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked up at Chu Liuzheng as if he were seeing her for the first time.

Chu Liuzheng felt a chill run down his spine from his stare and couldn't help but lean back against the pillow. "Just say what you want to say. Don't stare at me like that, it's scary."

"You said it yourself." Feng Jing quickly put the pulse pillow away, his eyes fixed intently on her. "Have you had some extraordinary encounter?"

Chu Liuzheng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

[Holy crap! Is Dr. Feng a fortune teller? My having a system has been exposed just like that?]

She calmly countered with, "What extraordinary encounter?"

Feng Jing rattled off a bunch of technical terms, which only elicited a blank shake of his head from Chu Liuzheng, indicating that he didn't understand.

Feng Jing had no choice but to use a simpler and easier-to-understand explanation: "It's something that can pull you back from the brink of death when you're about to meet the King of Hell."

[How come I didn't know the system had this feature?]

Chu Liuzheng shook his head decisively: "No."

"That's impossible." Feng Jing frowned, raised his hand to touch his chin, and muttered to himself, "Then how did you get better?"

Chu Liuzheng asked in confusion, "Didn't you give me medicine or acupuncture?"

Feng Jing: "I was indeed going to use my treasured medicine on you, but your condition has already improved before I even used it."

Chu Liuzheng immediately felt that he had been taken advantage of.

The medicine is a treasured possession of a legendary doctor, a life-saving medicine, it must be incredibly valuable.

Feng Jing thought and thought but couldn't figure it out, his eyes shining as he stared at Chu Liuzheng.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as when Chen Xing discovered the body with the unknown cause of death. Chu Liuzheng couldn't help but hug the blanket and shrink back warily. "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous, I just need your help with a small matter." Feng Jing smiled innocently, "Does a miracle doctor need a favor?"

Chu Liuzheng: ? ? ?

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Meanwhile, Xiao Jingfan went to Prince Rui's tent and saw that he was still lying down, looking even worse than yesterday. His mood, which had just improved, worsened. With a cold face, he sat on the edge of the bed, took the small bowl, and personally fed Prince Rui ginseng soup.

He rarely did such a thing. The patient was asleep and unable to cooperate, and almost all of the ginseng soup spilled out. He had to frantically wipe it up.

Zhou Yuande sighed softly, bowed, and extended his hand: "Your Majesty, let this old servant do it." Xiao Jingfan carefully wiped the soup stains from the corners of Prince Rui's lips and cheeks, handed the soup bowl to Zhou Yuande, and stood up to make way for him.

Staring at the pale, bluish face of the person on the bed, whose cheeks were sunken from thinness, Xiao Jingfan pursed his lips tightly, his heart aching as if it were being squeezed.

He owes his younger brother too much.

If he hadn't accidentally ingested the poison given to him, Prince Rui wouldn't be so weak; if he hadn't been valued by him, Yin Lanci wouldn't have captured him, and he wouldn't have become the emaciated skeleton he is today.

He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his neatly trimmed nails left deep marks on his palms.

A gust of wind stirred the curtain, and Chen Xing lifted it to enter, softly announcing, "Your Majesty, Miss Liu Zheng is outside requesting an audience."

Xiao Jingfan was taken aback. He slowly loosened his clenched fist, glanced at the person on the bed, and then walked out.

Chu Liuzheng did not come alone; he came with Feng Jing.

Xiao Jingfan glanced at the two of them and asked Chu Liuzheng, "What is it?"

"Your Majesty, this servant may know the whereabouts of the Heavenly Lotus Fruit."

Xiao Jingfan feigned surprise and asked, "How did you find out?"

“It was Zheng Qianqian who told me,” Chu Liuzheng lied through her teeth. “Like Hongying, Zheng Qianqian is also looking for the Heavenly Lotus Fruit. He found out where it was, but he didn’t have time to retrieve it because of the changes in Sishui Town. If he’s not lying, the Heavenly Lotus Fruit should still be in Sishui Town.”

Anyway, Zheng Qianqian is already dead, and can't just jump out of the ground and expose her. Prince Rui's life is in danger now, and she's already saved him once, so she might as well go all the way and risk saving him again. As for titles and such, if the emperor is willing to give them to her, that would be even better.

Chen Xing asked in confusion, "Why would Zheng Qianqian tell my sister something like this?"

Chu Liuzheng had anticipated that someone would ask this question and had already prepared an answer.

"He's a chatterbox, his mouth never stops, he talked to me the whole way. He not only told me the whereabouts of the Heavenly Lotus Fruit, but also the whereabouts of the little prince. Maybe he thinks I can't escape his grasp, and he's not afraid that I, a dying man, will reveal his secrets."

Xiao Jingfan frowned upon hearing this and said coldly, "Don't curse yourself."

He didn't want to hear about dying people.

Everyone has to die; tyrants never seemed to care about that before.

Chu Liuzheng secretly pursed his lips, but obediently agreed on the surface.

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Chen Xing glanced at the two of them and spoke up to smooth things over: "Zheng Qianqian, that foul mouth, did at least do one good thing before he died."

"Sister, tell me quickly, where are the Heavenly Lotus Fruit and the little prince?"

Chu Liuzheng said, "Zheng Qianqian said that the Heavenly Lotus Fruit is in the vegetable cellar of the fourth household from the entrance of Qianyi Lane in the south of Sishui Town."

Everyone: "Why is it in the vegetable cellar?"

Chu Liuzheng shook his head.

Although I knew, I shook my head.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared from the shadows.

It was Xiao Da.

He bowed to Xiao Jingfan and said, "My lord, when I captured Gu Qing, he was hiding in that vegetable cellar."

Everyone was shocked, and Xiao Jingfan immediately ordered him to bring Gu Qing to him.

A short while later, the fat old man arrived, disheveled and with messy clothes.

Xiao Da carried me here.

He was sleeping soundly in the tent when Xiao Da forcibly dragged him out of bed, shattering his sweet dream of sleeping on gold, and he was very unhappy.