The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1692 -1685: Lin Sisi Couldn’t Help But Appear

“Jinling, listen to my advice—forget Sisi. From now on… there’s still so much of life ahead!”

Lin Aotian said this with great pain; his eyes were red.

But he couldn’t just stand by and watch Chu Jinling, such an outstanding young man, waste away, rendered useless by heartbreak.

“I can’t forget her.”

Chu Jinling stared at the teacup in front of him, the ripples swirling in the tea. His voice was hoarse and low, “Your Highness will never forget Sisi in this lifetime. Only she is worthy to be Your Highness’s wife. I miss her deeply…”

Tears welled up in his eyes.

In the private room, the three grown men sat in silence, lost for words.

Ye Hongru felt a suffocating pain in his chest too. He shared Lin Aotian’s worry for Chu Jinling, but he couldn’t entirely agree with him. “Great General Lin, Your Highness is loyal and steadfast—it’s what Lin General deserves. Her spirit wouldn’t wish to see Prince Jinling marry another woman.”

That fierce woman, as radiant as the morning sun—if she knew her beloved husband had wed someone else, how heartbroken would she be?

Ye Hongru recalled Lin Sisi’s bravery and integrity on the battlefield, and his heart ached.

As a man, he couldn’t even measure up to Lin Sisi’s greatness.

He returned from the battlefield, but hadn’t even recovered her remains.

“You… all of you… you’re driving me mad!” Lin Aotian overturned the tea table and stormed out.

Chu Jinling stood immediately, intending to chase after him, but hesitated, afraid that seeing him would only deepen Lin Aotian’s grief.

He stepped toward Ye Hongru and instructed, “You and my father-in-law oversee the women’s martial arts competition together. You must give it your all. Please care for him on my behalf. If he needs anything, don’t hesitate to come to me.”

Ye Hongru clasped his hands together, his gaze firm. “Understood! I will devote myself wholeheartedly!”

“By the way, Your Highness thinks highly of Lin Yu. Send someone to deliver healing ointments to her so she can perform well. I’ll be waiting for her at the imperial tournament.” Chu Jinling emphasized.

Ye Hongru nodded. After seeing Chu Jinling off, he immediately went to find Lin Yu.

Lin Yu wasn’t from Jiang Du City. Housing was arranged for the women participating in the martial arts competition near Wangjiang Tower.

Ye Hongru bought healing ointments and, remembering how Lin Yu’s clothes had been torn on the stage earlier, thoughtfully purchased two new outfits along with some food to send to her.

He was skilled in martial arts and highly vigilant. Although Lin Sisi was trailing behind him with light steps, he still noticed her.

When Ye Hongru arrived near Wangjiang Tower and left the items there, he swiftly turned around to pursue the shadow he had detected. But as he scaled the courtyard wall and caught the figure, he was stunned to see an unexpected face.

“Mr. Ruan?” Ye Hongru was momentarily startled.

How could it be him?

Saint Ruan, dressed flamboyantly in a crimson robe embroidered with indecent depictions, lazily flicked the long strands of hair between his brows and smirked wickedly. “If it weren’t me, who did you think it was?”

“I thought…” Ye Hongru hesitated, thinking the figure trailing him was a woman!

After all, he had discerned the figure’s silhouette, which differed from a man’s.

But when he jumped over the wall, only Saint Ruan was before him.

When they were guarding the border and attacking Qiongzhou City, Saint Ruan was always with the empress, treating those harmed by corpse poison. Ye Hongru held great respect for him.

Yet, he was also well aware of Saint Ruan’s unorthodox ways.

He simply asked, “Mr. Ruan, why were you trailing me today? Could it be you’re also here to see Lin Yu?”

Saint Ruan’s eyes darted about. “Uh… yes! That’s right! Isn’t she the favorite to win the women’s martial arts competition? I’m incredibly curious and thought I’d come to see what she’s like.

I heard she lost today—did she get injured? Should I check on her?”

Saint Ruan, swaggering theatrically, bore the air of a self-proclaimed savior ready to grace everyone with his miraculous medical skills.

“To have Mr. Ruan personally treat her—surely it’d be her fortune!” Ye Hongru had only just cheerfully agreed when an enraged female voice exploded behind him. “This granny doesn’t need it!”

Lin Yu, still wearing her torn clothes from earlier, stormed out furiously. Pointing at Saint Ruan, she unleashed a tirade. “Who are you calling a loser? I only slipped up momentarily today. I can win back what I lost!”

“Oh-ho! What are you flaunting your temper for? Got the nerve to challenge your opponent, then? The man who beat you couldn’t even qualify for the top ten in the men’s competition, and yet he defeated you effortlessly. Do you even know where you stand?”

Saint Ruan chuckled—it wasn’t the first time he encountered a feisty woman, but he had never seen someone so brazen after losing a fight, practically wearing arrogance like a crown.

Truly clueless!

“I will definitely win! Just wait and see! I don’t need your treatment—get lost!”

Lin Yu snarled at Saint Ruan.

Ye Hongru hurriedly intervened. “Hold your tongue! Mr. Ruan’s medical skills rival those of the empress herself. To have him treat you is your great fortune, yet you dare to insult him!”

“I don’t need it! I’d rather die on the battlefield than let such an indecent man touch me! Just look at his belt—it’s clear he’s not a proper man! Stay away from him!”

Lin Yu let out a cold snort, grabbed Ye Hongru, and left in a huff.

Though defeated on stage, her strength far surpassed that of many men. As she forcefully yanked Ye Hongru away, he didn’t even have the chance to bid farewell to Saint Ruan.

Saint Ruan stood rooted in shock, dumbfounded. “What the hell! That was a woman?”

A temperament sharper than any man’s—she’s practically a feisty tomboy!

What sort of nonsense is this?

“You’re the one who provoked her!” Lin Sisi, with a veiled hat covering her face, tugged on Saint Ruan from behind.

Startled by her sudden appearance, Saint Ruan cursed and quickly dragged her away.

“Go back and rest properly! You’ve been out for several hours today, and you haven’t even taken your medicine yet!”

Though the poison was gone from Lin Sisi’s body, her health hadn’t entirely recovered. She couldn’t wander around aimlessly.

Saint Ruan brought her back.

Lin Sisi obediently followed his orders, drinking her medicine. She took off her veil and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

Saint Ruan had done his best, yet no one could restore a face shattered down to its bones to its original form.

Her current appearance resembled barely thirty percent of her former self, with crooked scars on her neck, like a garment patched together countless times.

“Don’t look at it! This is the best it gets. Though not perfect, at least you won’t scare people when you step outside. Your close ones will definitely recognize you!”

Saint Ruan, tea in hand, spoke words that offered little comfort.

Lin Sisi laughed wryly. “What woman doesn’t care about her looks? Do you know why Lin Yu lost her fight to that man today? Her martial arts skills were no less than his.”

“Huh? You were watching seriously—why’s that?” Saint Ruan grew curious. He had arrived late and missed Lin Yu’s duel at the arena.

Lin Sisi, teacup in hand, said seriously, “During her match, she exposed the flaw of caring too much about her appearance. That man wasn’t faster or stronger than Lin Yu.”