Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Searching for a Divine Doctor in the Wilderness of the Border 
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When the plums are yellow, there will be heavy rain and the flowers will not bloom for months.

"Qing'er, there's no need to trouble yourself so much," the emperor, half-reclining on the Nanhai Cold Jade Bed, 

stared at Si Cang Qing with an expression of disapproval, "You are busy with government affairs and it is difficult 

for you to get away..."

"Father, don't worry," Si Cang Qing interrupted the emperor's admonition, his expression resolute, "I've already 

arranged everything in the court. It will only be a matter of two months, and there won't be any trouble."

"It's up to you," Si Cang Juetian smiled faintly, the fatigue on his face was much relieved, with a little spirit, "But, 

when you arrive in Wancheng, will the heir of the Divine Doctor still be there?"

"Mm," Si Cang Qing walked to the window. The wind outside was strong at times and weak at others, and it was 

the misty rain season again. Fortunately, the rain this year wasn't heavy, just a continuous drizzle. "I'll take the 

opportunity to check the water conditions of the Nanjiang River along the way."

We just experienced a flood last year, and it is also the beginning of a new policy with a lot of work to do. Today, 

the world cannot withstand more natural disasters or man-made calamities.

"Okay," the emperor thought for a moment and agreed, "Who are you going to take with you?"

"Just me and Qiu Ping Tian," Si Cang Qing replied calmly. If it weren't for the clues provided by Qiu Ping Tian's 

spies spread throughout the common folk, it would have taken the heir of the Divine Doctor some time to find it; 

that day, when Qiu Ping Tian heard that he was planning to leave the palace in disguise, he proposed to 

accompany him, saying he wanted to inspect some businesses in the south.

Si Cang Jue Tian raised an eyebrow, "Not bringing Feng Lan?" 

"I've entrusted him with the affairs of the palace and the shadow guards," Si Cang Qing explained. Now that he 

was married to Feng Lan, more responsibilities had fallen on the latter, making it difficult for them to be together 

all the time like before.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

At night, the curtain falls.

Inside the large red hibiscus canopy, the mandarin duck quilt was messily kicked to one side, half hanging over 

the edge of the bed, as two strong male bodies were tightly entwined. 

The candlelight filtered through the bed curtains, casting a dim red hue ambiguously over the rising and falling 

forms.

The violent movement came to an abrupt stop, and the two bodies were tightly overlapped, leaving only the sound 

of alternating breathing.

"Master..." The rapid breathing gradually calmed, Feng Lan's eyes half-closed, feeling the hot breath by his ear, 

he whispered hoarsely. 

"Hmm?" Si Cang Qing lazily responded, one hand slowly wandering over the waist and abdomen of the person 

beneath him, enjoying the delicate touch.

Gently opening his eyes, Feng Lan gazed at the handsome face before him. The face, once almost untouched by 

the dust of the world, now bore a hint of desire's crimson hue. 

Reluctance grew endlessly in his heart. This feeling, even before parting, was already longing.

With a sigh, Feng Lan's eyes were misty as he murmured, "Come back soon..." They had never been apart; he had 

always followed this person like a shadow. Now…

Becoming the Crown Prince's consort of the Canghuan Kingdom, he had more responsibilities, and Si Cang Qing 

also entrusted him with many tasks with confidence. Even though he was reluctant to leave this person, he wanted 

to stand side by side with him, no longer hiding behind.

"Mm." With a faint response, Si Cang Qing gently kissed the damp corner of Feng Lan's eye. Every time they 

made love, those clear eyes seemed to weave a misty rain, evoking deep emotions and softness.

"Master," Feng Lan slightly raised his head, kissing Si Cang Qing's neck, his voice hoarse and muffled, 

"Hold me..."

Without saying another word, Si Cang Qing responded to his request with direct action…

The long night is not yet over.

The morning light was faint, the sky was gloomy, and occasionally a few raindrops fell, pattering softly, as 

melancholic as the feelings of parting. 

Outside the palace gate, in front of a simple carriage, Si Cang Qing, dressed in black, gently embraced Feng Lan, 

planting a light kiss on his lips, "Go back!"

Having said that, Si Cang Qing let him go, then turned around and got onto the carriage. Following that, Feng 

Xiang pulled the reins and cracked the whip.

Watching the carriage disappear from sight, Feng Lan stood there silently for a long time.

Putting down the curtain, Qiu Ping Tian smiled with a hint of mischief, "Your Highness, this is the first time 

you've been apart from the Crown Princess, isn't it? So hard to part..." 

It's hard to believe that the usually silent and reserved Feng Lan could be so affectionate.

Si Cang Qing just remained silent. In fact, at this moment, he did feel a bit uncomfortable. Ever since leaving 

Penglai Pavilion for the first time, Feng Lan had always silently stood behind him, no matter where they were. 

This habit had long since been ingrained in their bones!

Looking at Si Cang Qing's pensive expression in silence, Qiuping Tian stopped joking, his eyes somewhat hazy, 

and murmured softly, "Your Highness and the Crown Princess's relationship is truly enviable!"

Envy, this is the emotion that wells up in his heart every time he sees the two of them together. However, Qiu 

Ping Tian sighed softly; having mingled with people since childhood, he had seen many affectionate couples, yet 

he had never felt this way before. What is the reason for such envy?

Si Cang Qing did not comment, but just talked about the arrangements for this trip, "Where are you going?" His 

destination was the border town of Wancheng, which might not be completely on the same route as the other 

party!

"Heh," Qiu Ping Tian chuckled softly, "Speaking of which, Your Highness, please don't hold it against me. I heard 

that Your Highness was going out, so I handed over my tasks to my subordinates, thinking I might take the 

opportunity to accompany you, treating it as a little outing!"

Si Cang Qing nodded slightly. Qiu Ping Tian had done a good job in the tasks assigned by him over the past year 

and had never had a rest, so this request was not excessive. Moreover, the other party is knowledgeable and can 

introduce you to the customs of different places along the way.

Without further conversation, Si Cang Qing picked up the memorial and started dealing with official business.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

The sky was overcast with dense clouds, the sun hiding behind them, leaving only faint shadows. In the forest of 

intertwined trees, weeds, and scattered stones, three people walked cautiously. 

"Your Highness, is the heir of the Divine Doctor really living here?" Carefully stepping on the scattered stones, 

Qiu Ping Tian frowned slightly as he pulled away the thorns that had snagged his clothes.

A few days ago, they finally arrived at Wancheng, but it was so remote that they couldn't even use horses or 

carriages and had to walk the entire way. As for the exact whereabouts of the divine doctor, the villagers were 

also unclear. They only said that occasionally a doctor would come to practice medicine, living year-round in this 

unknown mountain. The doctor was highly skilled but had a strange temperament, never speaking a word, and no 

one knew his name.

However, in this remote mountain village with limited information and underdeveloped production, that person 

was almost regarded as a Immortal by the villagers. 

"If someone falls seriously ill, they would call out a few times at Sanligang, and then the Immortal would descend 

from the heavens," said an elderly woman in the village gratefully. "The Immortal is very compassionate, and 

that's how our He Ping Village can live in peace!"

Si Cang Qing stopped, looked up into the distance, and saw that the forest was much sparser not far away. Among 

the tangled weeds was a fairly large hollow, from which water flowed out, forming a small mountain stream.

"It should be this way," they had been guided by the villagers of He Ping Village all the way here. After passing 

through the valley, they climbed up the mountain along the small path above and arrived at Sanligang. 

Just as they were speaking, they heard a loud rumble, and suddenly the sky and earth changed color.

June weather is like a child's face, it changes in an instant.

It was unfortunate, but all the way here, although it had been drizzling continuously, it had never been as 

torrential as it was at this moment. 

"Master," Feng Xiang hurriedly took out several straw hats and raincoats, "Please put them on quickly!"

Si Cang Qing put on his raincoat in silence, looked towards the valley where water was flowing, and turned 

around to Qiu Ping Tian and the others, "Let's go back to the village first."

It is extremely dangerous to walk in the mountains during such a thunderstorm.

"There's no other way," Qiu Ping Tian said with a faint smile, then led the way down the mountain, his steps 

somewhat slow. 

The sky grew increasingly dark. Lightning flashed across the heavens, displaying its power. "Crack—"

With a loud bang, Si Cang Qing flew over and pulled Qiu Ping Tian into his arms. He tapped lightly on the rocks 

and jumped several feet away.

"Uh-huh," Qiu Ping Tian's face turned pale, he groaned, gritted his teeth, and said, "How..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was startled to see the sturdy tree next to him being struck by lightning, 

crashing down and blocking the increasingly raging stream.

"Master," the sound of the pouring rain made Feng Xiang's voice sound somewhat unreal, "it's too dangerous 

here..." Without anyone saying it, Si Cang Qing also understood, glancing down at Qi Ping Tian, "Your leg is 

injured?"

Qiu Ping Tian let out a pained grunt; the recent harrowing scene had made his heart race uncontrollably. "Your 

Highness, I fear I might drag you down..." 

In no time, the mountain stream surged rapidly.

Si Cang Qing exerted force with his arm, tightly embracing Qiu Ping Tian, and said, "Xiang, hurry down the 

mountain."

Otherwise, there will not only be the danger of lightning, but there is also the possibility of flash floods. 

Fortunately, there is a village not far away, on the safe high slope on the other side, which should be able to avoid 

the flood.

"Yes, Master."

Then, in the vast rain, two figures were seen running through the woods like flying swallows.

Glancing at Qiu Ping Tian's unusually pale face, Si Cang Qing said indifferently: "Just bear with it for a while."

"It's okay," Qiu Ping Tian smiled bitterly. He really felt useless. He had twisted his ankle while climbing the 

mountain earlier, and since he didn't know any martial arts, he could only lean on this much younger man. The 

rain hit his face, feeling both painful and cold.

And when Si Cang Qing leaped to embrace him, the bamboo hat was accidentally pulled off. At this moment, 

Qiu Ping Tian was already soaked. Enduring the pain in his ankles, Qiu Ping Tian tightly wrapped his arms 

around Si Cang Qing's neck, his eyes a little vague, staring at the handsome face hidden under the bamboo hat, 

with raindrops occasionally sliding down.

After silently watching for a while, Qiu Ping Tian suddenly closed his eyes, completely relaxed, and leaned his 

entire body against Si Cang Qing's embrace, a habitual faint smile reappearing on his lips…

After a whole afternoon of heavy rain, it finally began to subside as night fell. 

Inside the simple earthen house, the old woman, with a hint of apology, said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to remind you 

earlier. That nameless mountain experiences flash floods every June. Usually, in the afternoon, there will be 

heavy rain, and the mountain basin is unstable, unable to hold the water. Once it rains, the dam breaks, so 

villagers rarely go up the mountain during this season."

"It's nothing," Qiu Ping Tian said, sitting on the bed with a smile, "We should be the ones thanking you for taking 

us in!" 

The old woman shook her head, the wrinkles on her face crinkling together, "I can see you're all good people, 

there's no need for thanks. The conditions are just poor, so don't mind it!"

"How could that be?" Qiu Ping Tian laughed, and when he looked up, he saw Si Cang Qing walking out from 

behind the tattered curtain. He had already changed out of his soaked clothes and was now wearing a worn and 

ill-fitting linen shirt, which made him chuckle involuntarily. 

The old woman, seeing this, couldn't help but praise, "Young master is so handsome, he looks good in anything 

he wears."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Ping Tian laughed even more heartily. 

"Alright, old lady will go make dinner. You all rest for now!" With that, the old woman left.

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