Little Pink Starfish

Princess, One Mustn’t Hide from Illness or Avoid Treatment

Pretty, talented, fertile, with a clean family background, a bit of wealth, and must also be a heroine?
Xianzong let out a hehe laugh. He was the emperor and even he couldn’t find a woman like that for himself. Why would he break his back arranging a wife like that for a lowly imperial guard?
Looking at Xiao Wei, Xianzong said coldly, “Find her yourself. If you do, I’ll grant the marriage.”

Xiao Wei wasn’t sure if he should kneel in gratitude or cry. A marriage granted by the emperor was a huge honor—but judging by the emperor’s current glare, it felt more like he was being sentenced to death.

“You’ve got so many women in your palace,” Yu Xiaoxiao scoffed at her dumb dad. “You couldn’t finish them all even if you had one a night. What do you call that? Squatting on a toilet and not using it!”

“Shut your mouth!” Xianzong snapped. Those women are all mine—mine, got it?!

Everyone else present glanced at Xiao Wei with odd expressions. All this just for a little guard? These two father and daughter basically forgot about Mo Wen—the actual grandmaster of Yongsheng Temple?! Just how big are their hearts?!

Finally, the smile in Mo Wen’s eyes disappeared. How many years had it been since someone dared to ignore him? Fifty? A hundred?

“Ahem,” Gu Xingnuo coughed and stepped in. “Your Majesty, Princess, perhaps we should put Xiao Wei’s marriage aside for now. That can be discussed later.”

Xiao Wei’s head nearly touched the ground. His Majesty’s gaze had already “killed” him several times. What had he done?! He couldn’t say he hadn’t thought about marriage—and yelling “shut up” at his princess was a surefire way to lose his head!

“Oh—right,” Xianzong turned around, suddenly filled with concern. “Master, the Young Master looks seriously injured. Why don’t you take a look?”

“No serious harm,” Mo Wen smiled at Xianzong.

Xianzong suddenly had an urge to run to the latrines.

Mo Wen turned to Yu Xiaoxiao.

She immediately tensed. Knew it—this bastard wants to fight me!

“Princess,” Mo Wen asked mildly, “may I examine your wound?”

“No need,” Yu Xiaoxiao replied.

“Why not?” Mo Wen said. “Does the princess not trust my medical skills?”

Yu Xiaoxiao deadpanned, “Men and women shouldn’t touch. Even if you’re a monk, you’re still a man.”

“You were just holding that little guard’s hand!” a monk from Yongsheng Temple yelled.

“Impossible!” Yu Xiaoxiao raised her chin. “How could I violate feminine virtue like that?”

Xianzong had no words. His daughter? Obsessed with virtue? He was about to laugh out loud.

Mo Wen extended his hand to her.

Yu Xiaoxiao looked at it. Fair and clean. Dead Dog Man’s hands weren’t like this. A guy who played life-or-death with zombies wouldn’t have delicate hands like these. Her gaze moved downward—Aside from his face, nothing else matches my instructor…

Her eyes settled somewhere around Mo Wen’s lower robes.

Yu Xiaoxiao thought firmly: No way he’s as well-endowed as Dead Dog Man.

Xianzong followed his daughter’s gaze—then stopped. Why… this area?! Suddenly, the emperor dared not look at Mo Wen again. Wait, is there something wrong down there? He’s in robes—I can’t see anything.

Everyone around: …

*They’re not staring at *that, right?

But Mo Wen’s composure truly surpassed mortals. Even under four castrating stares, he smiled serenely and opened his palm in front of the princess.

Yu Xiaoxiao held her breath. Was this creep going to try some trick?

In his hand lay a bright red pill, about the size of a mung bean.

“You’re giving me medicine?” she asked.

“This is top-grade healing medicine,” Mo Wen replied. “Please take it, Princess.”

“No need to trouble yourself,” Xianzong immediately stepped in, shielding his daughter. “She’s only got a scrape. I’ll have the imperial physicians treat it.” Like hell he’d let her take that! Poison, no doubt!

Mo Wen’s smile deepened. “You don’t trust my medicine?”

“No, no,” Xianzong said hastily. “Master’s medicine is surely the finest!”

“I don’t need it,” Yu Xiaoxiao added. “I’m fine.”

“She’s afraid of taking medicine,” Xianzong jumped in again. “Ever since she was little. Even for minor injuries, she heals on her own. Best not to force her.”

Everyone: Are you sure she’s human?

Mo Wen said, “Afraid of medicine? Yet I’ve heard that the princess suffers from chronic mental instability—hasn’t she relied on daily medication since childhood?”

Well, crap.

Yu Xiaoxiao and Xianzong locked eyes. That bald donkey was waiting to spring this trap!

“Princess,” Mo Wen continued mildly, “you mustn’t hide from illness or avoid treatment. Please—take the pill.”

…

Xianzong now believed something had gone seriously wrong with the way he got up this morning. ‘Please’? Since when was Mo Wen this polite?

The monks of Yongsheng Temple were just as startled—then started looking at Yu Xiaoxiao like a dead woman walking. The more polite Mo Wen got, the more brutal the death he had in store. And he’d said “please”? This princess was doomed.

Gu Xingnuo and Xiao Wei both stepped forward, wanting to take the pill from Mo Wen’s hand.

“Master—” Xianzong tried to say something.

Yu Xiaoxiao reached out, snatched the pill, and sniffed it.

“You’re well-versed in medicine?” Mo Wen asked, smiling. “How’s the fragrance?”

It smelled just like the medicinal scent on those half-human creatures in the courtyard—but milder.

“I only treat surface wounds,” Yu Xiaoxiao said, staring at him.

Mo Wen gestured again. “Please.”

“Princess!” Xiao Wei called in alarm.

Yu Xiaoxiao waved him off. “Must I take this?”

Gu Xingnuo broke in: “Master, the princess’s injury is only superficial. This valuable medicine should go to the Young Master instead.” As he spoke, he shot a meaningful look at his little sister-in-law. Stuff that pill down Wen Fenglin’s throat, quick!

Mo Wen’s face darkened. “Oh? You practice medicine too?”

Gu Xingnuo clenched his fists. If I attack now, can I kill this monster?

“Big Bro,” Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly said. “Go fetch me a cup of water.”

Mo Wen smiled, waved his hand, and said, “Yanruo, go.”

“Who?” Yu Xiaoxiao asked.

Xianzong explained, “Your big brother.”

She suddenly remembered—men in this world usually had two names.

Xianzong waved at Gu Xingnuo. “Your sister wants water. What are you standing there for?”