Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Chapter 119 Possibly... ...Won't live more than a year.

Lu Yunqi's gaze towards Ji Chen gradually became strange. "How do you know him? And what, Immortal Venerable?"

"I'll explain it to you later. By the way, what is your identity in this world? You should have a lot of information, right?"

"First, have someone investigate who took away Immortal Venerable Hanluo. Someone who can produce five thousand taels of gold must be extremely wealthy and powerful; we should be able to find them quickly, right?"

Ji Chen was somewhat anxious. As a cultivator of alchemy, he was also well-versed in pharmacology. He could tell at a glance that Immortal Venerable Hanluo's physical condition was very poor, and he wondered if that person would help Immortal Venerable Hanluo find a doctor.

"You don't recognize me?" Lu Yunqi didn't understand why this person named Ji Chen knew his name but not his identity.

"I am Lu Yunqi, son of the Prime Minister." Lu Yunqi introduced himself briefly, seeing that Ji Chen's anxious look was genuine, so he spoke truthfully.

“I know almost all the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital, but I have never seen that person before. Finding him will not be easy.”

"You're the Prime Minister's son?!" Ji Chen was envious. He knew that his status was not low, but he didn't expect it to be this high. Could Jing Shu and his senior brother also be people of high status?

"That's even better, it should be easier to find people then!" Ji Chen said with a hint of envy, but quickly returned to the main topic.

"You don't need to worry too much. Since that person paid such a high price to buy Han Luo and even carried him away himself, he probably won't make things difficult for him," Lu Yunqi said helplessly.

"Besides, what's there to save? They bought it back with money. If you want to save it, you'd need at least five thousand taels of gold. Do you have that kind of money?"

The last sentence silenced Ji Chen. Yes, he had no status, no money, and no cultivation. How could he save others? He himself was the one who needed saving.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's go back to the manor together first. After we get back, you can tell me why you know me and don't know my identity? And why you know Han Luo?"

After Lu Yunqi finished speaking, he turned and left the private room. Ji Chen followed closely behind, his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought.

Lu Yunqi was actually not sure what to do. His father only told him to redeem Han Luo, but instead of redeeming her, he bought a male prostitute instead.

Hmm... Hopefully, Dad will listen to his explanation before he flies into a rage. But even if he does explain, will Dad believe him?

Or should we let him explain?

Lu Yunqi's head was throbbing. He glanced at Ji Chen behind him, who had fallen silent, and then silently turned back around.

Forget it, if he tells his dad that, his dad will probably be even angrier.

Prince Yi's Residence.

Jing Shu looked at the physician, whose expression was grave after taking his pulse, and asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"

The royal physician learned from Tianxun on the way that the man in the bed was personally carried back by the prince, their relationship being self-evident. However, this young master...

The physician bowed to Jing Shu, paused for a moment, and finally revealed the actual condition of the person in bed.

"Judging from his pulse, this young master seems to be congenitally weak, and with the coldness entering his body, he can only be kept alive by taking medicine."

But the young master must have suffered serious injuries before. Although he has recovered, his foundation has been damaged, and his mind has been under constant tension. Judging from his current physical condition, he may not live more than a year.

As soon as the physician finished speaking, Jing Shu exuded a chilling aura, and the physician quickly knelt down.

"Quack doctor." Jing Shu uttered those two words coldly, then seemed to close his eyes.

When Jing Shu opened his eyes again, he had already suppressed his murderous intent. Looking at Han Luo's sleeping face, he gently smoothed Han Luo's furrowed brows and said softly, "Isn't there any other way?"

"With herbal medicine and careful care, he might be able to hold on for a few more days," the physician added.

"Go and prepare the medicine."

After the physician left, Jing Shu ordered a servant to bring hot water, wet a towel, and gently wiped Han Luo's face.

He must be very clean. For some reason, this thought suddenly flashed through Jing Shu's mind.

Thinking this, Jing Shu placed his hand on the thin string of Han Luo's inner garment. Before he could untie it, Han Luo, who was clearly in a deep sleep, suddenly grabbed Jing Shu's hand with great force, almost crushing his hand bones.

Jing Shu offered no resistance, simply placing his other hand on Han Luo's and softly comforting her, "It's alright, I just wanted to help you wipe your body, it's alright..."

As Jing Shu comforted her, Han Luo seemed to sense that the man meant her no harm, and her hand gradually loosened.

Jing Shu looked at his hands, which were red from being pinched, and chuckled softly. He continued to unbutton Han Luo's clothes and wipe Han Luo's body. Looking at Han Luo's almost perfect body, Jing Shu felt only heartache.

Too thin...

After wiping the front, Jing Shu carefully turned Han Luo over, but was shocked – Han Luo's back was covered with whip marks, which had healed but were still shocking to see.

Jing Shu's wiping movements became increasingly gentle, as if afraid of hurting the person on the bed. Jing Shu wore a mask, and no one could see through his thoughts. Only his slightly trembling hands revealed that his emotions were not stable at the moment.

Fearing that Hanluo would get cold, Jing Shu acted quickly. After wiping her upper body clean, Jing Shu threw the undergarment on the ground, took out a set that he hadn't worn yet, and put it on Hanluo.

Next up is the lower body...

Jing Shu's clothes were a bit too long for Han Luo, and the hem of the clothes just barely covered the spring scenery.

Jing Shu closed his eyes and, relying on his senses, wiped Han Luo clean and rubbed her thoroughly. Then he helped Han Luo put on her underpants. Only after doing all this did Jing Shu open his eyes.

Hanluo's hands and feet were icy cold, and only after Jingshu wiped them clean did they regain a little warmth.

After taking off his outer clothes, Jing Shu got into bed, pulled Han Luo into his arms, and used his inner strength to make his body temperature even higher, gradually warming Han Luo's body.

Han Luo subconsciously moved closer to the heat source, buried herself in it, hugged it with her hands, found a comfortable position, and remained still.

The movements were practiced skillfully, as if they had done it many times before.

This made Jing Shu's eyes darken. Had he ever held someone else like this while sleeping before?

Feeling wronged, angry, jealous... a mix of emotions made Jing Shu unconsciously tighten his grip on Han Luo's waist.

Jing Shu wished he could ask him right now who had done this to him, but he could only think about it; he couldn't bear to wake Han Luo up now.

Whoever it was before, it is now his, and no one can take it away from him!

A murderous thought flashed through Jing Shu's mind. It would be best if he never saw that person, otherwise...