I’ll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law

A shameless person was indeed invincible. Mu Mingtang felt that she was already considered someone who was very thick-skinned, but in the end, she was still inferior to Xie Xuanchen’s skills. She gave up and said, “Forget it, I’m going to take a bath. Now let go, I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

Xie Xuanchen let out an ‘oh’ and obediently let go. Xie Xuanchen originally planned to coax her through this phase, but when Mu Mingtang came back after changing her clothes, her expression was still cold.

Xie Xuanchen didn’t dare to offend his Mistress again, so he was very gentle and treated her full of care all night. When he opened his eyes the next morning and found that Mu Mingtang had gotten up without calling him, he felt that the situation was not that great.

Xie Xuanchen changed into his outdoor attire and when he went out, he saw the servants guarding the door respectfully. Upon looking carefully, some of them were trembling a bit. He held back and asked, “Where is the Princess?”

“The Princess had breakfast and went for a walk in the garden.”

Xie Xuanchen stood at the door without moving. As he stayed immobilised, the servants were also trembling, not daring to lift their heads.

The servants also felt that there was conflict between the Prince and the Princess. Her Highness was nice enough as she would just discuss the issue instead of venting her anger out on the servants, but the Prince was a different matter altogether.

Xie Xuanchen thought for a while as he stood at the door. Learning from the pain, he felt that things could not go on like this.

He was going to pretend to be sick.

Xie Xuanchen said calmly, “Someone ask Li Zudong to come over.”

Li Zudong was the name of the little Taoist priest. These days, he has been living in the palace as a craftsman. Although this entertainer behaved a little strangely and his whereabouts every night were very suspicious, since the royal couple never questioned him, the servants didn’t dare to ask either.

At any rate, Prince An’s mansion was pretty well-off, so it’s no problem raising a few idlers who just sit around without doing anything. It stands to reason that the Emperor should be very vigilant against people of the mansion, especially one who was a genius doctor, the focus of attention.

But the little Taoist got along inexplicably with the crowd and did not attract the attention of anyone he shouldn’t. The best form of camouflage was having no camouflage. In that sense, the little Taoist didn’t look like a miracle doctor himself.

The little Taoist priest was still in a daze when he was brought here. It was early in the morning and he hadn’t really woken up yet. Xie Xuanchen didn’t talk to him when he saw him, directly asking the little Taoist priest to read his pulse.

The little Taoist priest woke up from the fright. With a solemn expression, he stepped forward to feel the pulse carefully.

The little Taoist initially thought that there was something wrong with the detoxification that made Xie Xuanchen this sickly. After taking the pulse, he felt like the Prince wasn’t really ill, but on his second reading, he could confirm that he wasn’t ill in the slightest.

The little Taoist was confused, “Aren’t you doing fine? What are you asking me to read?”

Xie Xuanchen stared into the little Taoist’s eyes and said, “I feel like I’m sick.”

The little Taoist frowned as he quickly flipped through the medical books and the teachings of his master in his mind. Could it be that he had remembered something wrongly? Or did the peyote plant also possess the ability to hide pulses and feint them?