As Wei Linxia passed through the garden, she encountered Wei Fengzhi, who lay across a wisteria chair like a corpse. Wei Fengzhi said, “Oh, so you want to roast little pig’s trotters?” Ignoring him, Wei Linxia continued walking. Suddenly, Wei Fengzhi jumped up, asking her to return the sword manual. Wei Linxia stopped, raised an eyebrow, and replied, “Okay, do you have any discomfort lately that I can needle?” Wei Fengzhi sighed and said, “Then I’ll have a headache tomorrow.”
“Your Highness, I believe finding an acupuncture master within the kingdom would be reliable,” Wei Linxia said, noting Xi Linxuan’s attitude often suggested he was content with his current situation.
“No,” Xi Linxuan replied, slightly curling his mouth. Had the Wei family’s young lady finally given up?
“But if Your Highness maintains this attitude, the day you master this skill is still far away,” Wei Linxia replied.
“Isn’t there still a wheelchair?” he asked carelessly.
“Does Your Highness want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life?” Wei Linxia maintained a calm tone.
“It’s uncertain it can be cured. If it’s just false hope, I’d rather stay like this,” Xi Linxuan said.
“How can Your Highness know it’s false hope without trying?” Wei Linxia’s voice slightly raised.
Xi Linxuan looked her in the eye and said word by word: “If you guarantee you can cure me, I’ll try my best.”
Wei Linxia was stunned. Master Xu never claimed he could cure him, and she had only performed acupuncture on minor ailments. How could she make such a promise?
“Well?”
“I cannot guarantee, but I will try my best,” Wei Linxia said, her voice lacking confidence yet firm.
Xi Linxuan looked at her, her cheeks slightly flushed, perhaps from excitement or the heat.
Her eyes were wide open, her lips pursed, and her hands clenched into fists. Why did this Wei family young lady take things so seriously? Couldn’t she just get by day by day? Running to the clinic to practice, truly a stubborn one.
“I have no confidence in you,” Xi Linxuan said, noticing Wei Linxia’s brow furrow. Whenever he provoked her, she would get angry and then suppress it.
