The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1517 - 738 Using Troops Like a Deity! (Two Updates)

The disappearance of the Little Princess was no small matter; even the National Master Hall was mobilized, not to mention the various major noble families.

The noble families each deployed their elite forces, competing to find the Little Princess and gain great merit.

The Han Family was particularly determined to find her.

In the Flower Hall, the old patriarch of the Han Family said with a grave expression, "This time Zhang Feng and others failed in their duties. If we don’t redeem ourselves by finding the Little Princess, and the sovereign assigns blame, the Han Family will be in trouble."

The Han Family had already lost a mine because of the assassination attempt on the Imperial Heir, they could not afford to be punished by the sovereign a second time.

Han Lei had just returned from the Imperial Palace. In the room, besides him and the old patriarch, there was also his legitimate younger brother, Third Master Han.

Third Master Han was a ne’er-do-well. He had spent the night fooling around in the room of a concubine and now looked listless. Han Lei felt anger rising just by looking at him. ƒreewebɳovel.com

When it came to competence, even ten of the Third Masters couldn’t compare to the Second. In his opinion, it should have been the Third who took the blame for Han Ye.

At least the loss for the Han Family would just be a good-for-nothing!

But just because he was the legitimate son of the old lady, even without making any effort or contributions to the family, he could still reap the benefits!

Han Lei glared fiercely at his brother, barely restraining the urge to slap him dead.

"Father," Han Lei suppressed his anger and said to the old patriarch, "there’s something fishy about this matter."

The old patriarch of the Han Family rested his hands, one atop the other, on the handle of his cane, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, "Never mind the fishiness, we must bring back the Little Princess for the Han Family to have a chance of redemption!"

Han Lei bowed: "I understand, father, I’ll go lead the search immediately."

The old patriarch spoke meaningfully, "Remember, it must be someone from the Han Family who brings back the Little Princess!"

Han Lei acknowledged, "Your son understands."

"And you!" The old patriarch’s intense gaze turned to the Third Master Han.

Startled by his father’s scolding, Third Master Han jumped to his feet, and hastily wiped away the drool from the corner of his mouth, "I-I-I... I’ll go too!"

The old patriarch, disappointed as if hating iron for not being steel, said, "What use is there in you going! Stay home and don’t step a foot outside the Courtyard these few days!"

Third Master Han looked like he was about to cry.

Why restrict his freedom again?

Han Lei called for Chu Nan, instructing him to select the finest Hei Fengqi from the Military Camp; he intended to lead the Han Family Cavalry himself in the search.

"Father,"

As Han Lei was about to leave, Han Ye rode over on horseback.

Han Lei looked at Han Ye’s pale face, then at his feet tightly wrapped in bandages, and frowned, "Your injury hasn’t healed. Why have you come out?"

Han Ye, enduring immense pain and with a pallid complexion, yet with eyes filled with unyielding determination, said, "Father, let me join the search."

"Nonsense! How can you search in this condition? Didn’t the doctor tell you to focus on recuperating? If someone discovers that your tendons are severed and that your feet are completely useless, do you think you can retain your status today?"

Han Lei’s words pierced Han Ye like a sharp knife to the heart.

The sword strike from Gu Changqing had nearly ended his martial arts career.

The sovereign wouldn’t trust a cripple.

To keep this secret from the sovereign, he couldn’t even seek treatment from the National Master Hall!

He refused to accept becoming a cripple!

He could still mount a horse!

He could wield a spear! He could hold a sword!

Han Lei understood his son’s pride, and with a softer tone, he said, "Ye’er, stay calmly at home. Your father will find a way to heal you."

"Really?" Han Ye’s tone was somewhat nonchalant.

Eager for his son to believe, Han Lei firmly said, "There’s a rumor that Xuanyuan Li had his tendons severed by someone from Jin Country, but wasn’t he healed by a divine doctor?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Han Ye’s eyes, "Is it the National Master?"

Han Lei shook his head, "No, the National Master Hall hadn’t been built at that time. I’m not sure who that divine doctor is, but if the rumor is true, then your father will certainly find him for you! No matter the cost, I’ll have him treat you! Even if it means the Han Family will serve him forever, I accept that!"

For the first time, Han Ye felt from his father’s eyes an unreserved concern for himself.

Previously, only his Second Uncle had shown such concern.

Han Ye said in a low voice, "That was decades ago. Who knows if that person is still alive?"

Han Lei gripped his shoulders, "Ye’er, don’t speak so pessimistically. You are the Han Family’s heir, you can’t give up on yourself."

Han Ye said, "I know my mistake, father."

Han Lei smiled with relief, "Hurry back and recuperate. Your father will handle the matters outside."

Han Ye was carried back to his own courtyard by the servants.