The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!-Chapter 166: A Mixture of Emotions

Huangfu Jingchen said, "Clearly, there’s more to this temple than meets the eye!"

Xia Wenjin couldn’t agree more. Although Shian Temple was bustling with incense offerings, it was ultimately just a corner of the world. Furthermore, being a mere deacon in a temple didn’t offer any chance for fame or success. To have exceptional skills, yet willingly remain in obscurity, unless they were like Ming Cheng who chose a life of seclusion, clearly wasn’t the case here.

So there’s only one explanation: They have ulterior motives.

Xia Wenjin said, "Take off your clothes and let me have a look!"

Huangfu Jingchen complied, removing his upper garment to reveal his back and shoulders, which were covered in a dozen or more wounds of varying sizes.

Xia Wenjin examined the wounds, took out the antiseptic medicine, and began to sprinkle it on him, speaking softly while doing so, "You only went for a night investigation, and there was no need to engage directly. You could have returned to discuss the strategy with Kong Chan before taking further action. Why act recklessly and get yourself so injured?"

Huangfu Jingchen replied, "I was afraid there might be danger on your end and wanted to resolve things quickly!"

Xia Wenjin was taken aback, involuntarily giving him a glance. Though he spoke casually, she could sympathize when considering the unexpected embrace and had a good idea what he was worried about at the time.

How long had she known Huangfu Jingchen? Their initial encounter was rather unpleasant, yet he still worried for her to the extent of putting himself in harm’s way.

Her hand paused momentarily, her heart a mix of emotions. She silently finished treating the wounds on his back, then moved to his front.

The front injuries were fewer than those on his back, but the wounds were gaping, as if open mouths. Although he had treated them simply and the bleeding was minimal, they still looked alarming.

Drawing close to sprinkle more powder, Xia Wenjin asked in a very low and gentle voice, "Does it hurt?"

Huangfu Jingchen paid no heed to his injuries; he hadn’t even heard her. Instead, he watched Xia Wenjin under the candlelight.

She wore simple attire, her skin as fair as snow, devoid of excessive jewels in her hair. A simple pearl-adorned hairpin held a bun in place, her style simple yet elegant, eyebrows arched like distant mountains, eyes as limpid as autumn water, nose sharp like jade, lips akin to cherry blossoms dipped in crimson, her skin like delicate cream...

The flickering candlelight cast shadows as she focused on his wounds, her gentle fingers brushing his skin, making him feel as if he were in a dream.

He murmured, "Wenjin, you are truly beautiful!"

Xia Wenjin heard him, her eyes twinkled as she smiled slyly, "Brother Zheng, are you complimenting me? If others, not knowing I’m a man, praised me, it would be flattering. But you knowing, you must be teasing, right?"

Huangfu Jingchen: "..."

Indeed, Wenjin was a man, he had forgotten!

Xia Wenjin brightly said, "Brother Zheng, if you donned women’s clothing, you’d be even more beautiful!" As she spoke, she deliberately leaned in a bit closer, placing a hand on him and winking.

Huangfu Jingchen instinctually stepped back, his expression a mix of confusion, struggle, embarrassment, and panic...

Xia Wenjin candidly tore his undergarments, hastily bandaging his wounds in crisscross fashion, her gaze assessing him, "Are there any other injuries?"

"No, none..." Suddenly Huangfu Jingchen felt entirely uncomfortable.

Xia Wenjin’s gaze fell to his legs, "Isn’t that it?" His pants bore several tears, and casually observed, he had seven or eight wounds.

She was straightforward, tending to every injury instead of leaving a potential danger. She pushed him onto a chair and moved to help him with his pants.

Huangfu Jingchen jolted up, hastily saying, "No, no need, I’ve treated them, it’s fine now!"

Xia Wenjin pointed to his injuries, "You sure you’re treated them?"

Huangfu Jingchen had exerted much effort breaking through an encirclement led by a First-class Middle Rank expert to subdue them, not even pausing for breath before rushing to aid Xia Wenjin. Who had the time to treat injuries? Now he could only stubbornly nod, "I treated them!"

Shaking her head, Xia Wenjin unyieldingly pushed him back onto the chair and touched his forehead, muttering to herself, "No fever, then why the hallucinations?"

Huangfu Jingchen was about to move, but Xia Wenjin glared at him, "Sit still!"

Her gaze carried an authoritative weight, making Huangfu Jingchen, who initially wanted to move, freeze in place.

In a swift movement too fast to block, Xia Wenjin pulled down his pants, saying, "We’re both men, what’s the modesty about? Acting like an old lady, if you’re scared of being seen, are you a woman?"

Huangfu Jingchen: "..."

Both were men, his discomfort likely due to Xia Wenjin being in women’s attire.

But they both knew, Xia Wenjin was dressed as a woman for a sting operation.

Xia Wenjin was a man, leaving him a bit dazed.

After tending to the wounds on his legs, Xia Wenjin looked at his undergarments.

There were injuries there too, with blood stains still seeping.

However, considering their fraternal bond, she’d already dealt with most other wounds. Due to her frank nature, even if the area concealed by the undergarments was injured, it was no longer appropriate for her to treat.

Handing him the antiseptic medicine, she candidly said, "I thought of taking off your shorts to help treat you thoroughly, but I realized you might feel uneasy, so you handle it yourself!"

Huangfu Jingchen was in turmoil, nodding as he heard, "Oh!" Then began removing his shorts.

Xia Wenjin immediately turned, "I’ll wait outside."

As she exited in a breeze, Huangfu Jingchen laughed, "You said we’re both men, I don’t mind, yet you’re the one who does!"

Xia Wenjin didn’t hear these words as she had already walked out and closed the door.

After a moment, Huangfu Jingchen opened the door, stepping out, Xia Wenjin glanced at him. Did he really treat them that quickly?

Huangfu Jingchen said, "Come on, let’s inquire more, see if there’s hidden truth the government might miss."

Xia Wenjin knew exactly what he was referring to.

To him, those hidden truths were unforeseen, but Xia Wenjin had already guessed as much.

Ming Qing’s martial arts, even if not taught by Pu Yangji, were at least connected to him. Pu Yangji was Huangfu Yuxuan’s man, and Ming Qing likely was too. Given Huangfu Yuxuan’s way of doing things, if Ming Qing were positioned here, he’d certainly send another person, one in the open, one in the shadows.

With Huangfu Yuxuan’s treacherous and cautious nature, it’s no wonder the one in the shadows would be stronger and more ruthless than the one in the open.

The two arrived at the courtyard, and Huangfu Jingchen was astonished. The first monk he subdued, he had only struck his acupoints, not killed, but now he was dead, marred by injuries, as if chunks of flesh were bitten off, looking utterly horrifying.

It wasn’t just him; two others also met gruesome deaths, as though savaged by a wild beast.

Their corpses, along with those of nine other monks, were all in the courtyard, with Ming Cheng’s group present, along with those unfortunate women, who had also left their rooms, either sitting or standing in a corner of the courtyard, looking frightened like startled fawns.