Chapter 4: Revealing the True Face

Through a deep red hollow partition, a man leaned lazily against the head of the bed, lifting his head to meet the indifferent gaze of a woman.

Jiu Qing calmly looked at the man in front of her.

With long black hair cascading down, a face that surpassed the beauty of the woman, a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes devoid of any emotion, hairline sharp as a knife, eyebrows like ink paintings, and deep black eyes with a hint of chilling coldness.

Dressed in a fiery red robe, spread out on the bed like a blooming Manjusaka flower, beautiful and enchanting, yet carrying a cruel aura as if it could devour everything.

... Just as rumored, the Ninth Prince of the Xiling Dynasty, Ye Jin, was extraordinarily beautiful, aloof, and cold-hearted, often clad in red attire, and ruthless – as the rumors suggested.

The gazes of the two, one as serene as snow, the other as indifferent as the wind.

"Are you here to cure me?" Ye Jin spoke, his tone cold with a hint of mockery, "In the past three years, how many renowned physicians have visited this mansion? Do you know? How many self-proclaimed skilled doctors have met their end here? Are you aware?"

"I don't know, and I don't care," Jiu Qing replied calmly, "I'm only here to cure you, nothing else concerns me."

"Oh?" Ye Jin smirked, "That's interesting. So, can you tell me what you want? A fortune in gold, or the title of a divine healer?"

Pausing for a moment, his gaze casually swept over her veiled face, "Or perhaps, you have other motives for coming?"

"Not for fame, not for profit, not for wealth," Jiu Qing looked at his exquisite face, her voice remained as calm as ever, "I have no interest in the position of the prince's consort."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jin's beautiful Danfeng eyes raised slightly, his voice carrying a hint of gloom, "Even if you want nothing, it won't change the outcome you'll face after failing to cure me."

"Don't worry, since I'm here, I will definitely cure you," Jiu Qing's tone was not forceful, but it carried an undeniable sense of assurance, "Your Highness, you can trust me."

Ye Jin's lips curled slightly, but his eyes remained indifferent, exuding an aura that kept others at a distance.

"Zimo, wait outside," Jiu Qing said, then looked at Ye Jin, "Please have the attendants leave, Your Highness."

Ye Jin raised his eyes, coldly sneered, and casually ordered, "Wuji, leave."

"Before I diagnose you, remove your veil," Ye Jin's gaze fixed on her face, his tone mocking, "Or if you feel you can't bear to be seen, you can leave now and meet your end."

Ignoring his sarcasm, Jiu Qing approached the bed, stood in front of him, and slowly lifted the ice-blue veil as he had instructed.

When her ethereal, untainted face appeared before him, Ye Jin's expression changed in an instant. A look of shock flashed through his eyes, his pupils constricted, and his gaze locked onto her face, momentarily stunned into silence.

However, Jiu Qing seemed oblivious to his reaction, calmly taking his wrist and quietly feeling his pulse.

With lowered brows and eyes as serene as snow, she resembled a cold snow plum.