Chapter 62 Making Something Out of Nothing

Jun Wuhen raised his eyes, his sharp gaze finally condensing into substantive frost as he instantly fixed it on the young girl.

To be honest, as a loyal fan of brainless novels, Lin Zhaozhao was well aware of the book's descriptions of Jun Wuhen.

Being hacked into a thousand pieces, torn apart by five horses, or having one's skin peeled off—those were all minor matters to Jun Wuhen.

Having stumbled upon such a massive secret of his, Lin Zhaozhao did not consider herself some universally beloved great heroine; to survive, she needed to present bargaining chips of equal value.

Moreover, to put it bluntly, Jun Wuhen, as the ultimate villain in the book, had always been a thorn in the side of the male and female protagonists, while the protagonists themselves were the root cause of the destruction of the Marquis Qingyuan's estate. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

If Lin Zhaozhao could save the man, she was naturally willing to do so.

Zhou Heyu probed, "What do you mean by saying he ingested something he shouldn't have? Are you implying someone poisoned him?"

"More or less," Lin Zhaozhao nodded.

"Impossible!" Zhou Heyu shook his head without a second thought. He had been by Jun Wuhen's side all this time; if anyone had poisoned him, it was impossible for him not to notice a thing.

Of course, "I admit that you possess some skill in treating snake venom, but I am a direct disciple of the Miraculous Physician Valley, having studied there since childhood."

"Are you saying someone poisoned my Prince right under my nose, and yet I failed to notice it?"

This was utterly absurd!

"I know you are confident in your medical skills, but don't be too confident just yet."

Lin Zhaozhao looked at Jun Wuhen. "If it's convenient, may I take your pulse?"

The young man on the main seat arched those gloomy eyes, staring straight at the young girl before him. After a moment, under Lin Zhaozhao's somewhat nervous gaze, he leisurely bared his wrist bone.

Lin Zhaozhao hurriedly reached out to feel it.

"The pulse is floating, slippery, and erratic; your internal fire is extremely exuberant. There are no fewer than six types of toxins inside your body!"

Zhou Heyu: "!!!"

Zhou Heyu immediately drew his blade and pointed it at Lin Zhaozhao's neck. "Speak, who sent you?"

Lin Zhaozhao: "?"

[Seriously, buddy, are you out of your mind?]

Jun Wuhen, who suddenly heard the voice: "???"

What was going on?

Was he hallucinating?

What buddy?

Did Lin Zhaozhao speak? But her lips hadn't moved. Could it be ventriloquism?

[What a great socialist country this is, what is wrong with these ancient people? I painstakingly spent effort trying to diagnose him and extend the life of this sickly wretch, and yet this jerk repays me like this!]

[And asking who sent me! If I had known this grand villain was here, would I have recklessly barged into a dragon's lair alone?]

Jun Wuhen: "..."

Confirmed: it didn't seem to be an auditory hallucination. Rather, it appeared that ever since Lin Zhaozhao touched his wrist, he had gained the ability to hear her inner thoughts!

Being a young warrior who had fought on the battlefield for years, despite finding it preposterous at first, he managed to keep a completely straight face without his heart skipping a beat as he stared at the young girl before him.

He attempted to figure out what kind of bond existed between him and the young girl, and why he could hear what she was thinking.

[Why is he suddenly staring at me without blinking? Could it be that I've already become so gorgeous that people can't look away?]

[But this grand villain doesn't seem like such a superficial person!]

[After all, the last time we met, he didn't seem to show much interest in me at all!]

Lin Zhaozhao touched her own cheek, then raised a hand!

She suddenly remembered—wasn't she wearing men's clothing today?

Recalling from the book that the grand villain had escaped the Mary Sue halo of universal adoration and was indifferent to women, she instantly understood!

A confirmed gay man!

She then turned to Zhou Heyu and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about. Make yourself clearer!"

Zhou Heyu nodded. "You don't understand, do you? Fewer than a handful of people know about the toxins inside my Prince's body, yet you were able to state with absolute certainty that there are no fewer than six types of poisons within him. What does that mean?"

"Of course it means my medical skills are superb!"

"Wrong! Even I can only confirm that the Prince has more than five types of toxins in his body, yet you could see it much more clearly than I can!"

Lin Zhaozhao: "That just goes to show you've wasted all these years of reading medical books!"

Zhou Heyu: "..."

You mother—!

Jun Wuhen spoke unhurriedly, "You disgraceful creature,还不赶紧把剑放下去 (hurry up and put your sword down)!"

"Exactly, did you hear that!" Lin Zhaozhao had been anxious and terrified all night long, and now that she had played the role of a good Samaritan only to be met with such suspicion, her temper flared up instantly.

Borrowing Jun Wuhen's authority while standing next to him, she flaunted power that wasn't her own:

"What's the use of pointing your sword at me? If you have the ability, cure the toxins in his body just like I can!"

Zhou Heyu's expression shifted drastically. "You're saying you can cure the poisons in my Prince's body?"

"Mmhmm!"

As Lin Zhaozhao spoke, she looked up at Jun Wuhen again.

Not looking was one thing, but looking was breathtaking.

[No wonder those readers all said Jun Wuhen was Goddess Nuwa's masterpiece! When he died, a bunch of people in the comment section were screaming that they wanted to mail razor blades to the author!]

[Oh my god! Look at these fair, delicately-jointed fingertips, this prominent wrist bone—goodness gracious, you've finally let a celibate like me taste a royal feast!]

[Hiss-hah—what an insanely awesome villain face. Even more handsome up close, feels even better-looking than last time. I want to lick!]

Jun Wuhen: "..."

The girl looked so gentle and refined, yet her inner thoughts were actually this wild?

Also, what was a villain face? Want to lick?

Was she infatuated with him?

Did she want to spend her entire life with him?

But how could that work? Marriage required grand wedding processions with miles of red drapery! A matchmaker had to come to propose, followed by matching their birth characters. Not a single step could be missed. But her? All she did was touch his hand, and now she was trying to trap a wolf with empty hands!

[What a pity the brainless author wrote him as gay!]

After finishing her internal monologue, Lin Zhaozhao spoke directly:

"Your Highness, as for this illness of yours, this subject indeed has a way to treat it. It's just that because there are too many toxins in your body, I'm not entirely certain about two of them. However, I can be certain that you have recently still been consuming substances that accelerate your body's agitation."

Zhou Heyu asked with a stern expression, "Do you know what that substance is?"

"Not yet," Lin Zhaozhao said with a serious expression, "but it can be investigated."

To put the other party at ease, she added, "The Marquis Qingyuan's estate has never participated in the struggles among the various imperial princes. Helping Your Highness is also for the sake of carving out a path to survive."

Once she laid her cards on the table, Zhou Heyu's trust increased slightly. He glanced at Jun Wuhen, and under the latter's calm gaze, he began:

"Back when the Prince's birth mother was in labor with the Prince, she suffered prenatal agitation. The imperial physicians fetched quite a few medicinal concoctions from the imperial pharmacy for the Prince to consume, but ever since then—"

Zhou Heyu continued, "His Majesty also investigated the Prince's daily food and clothing back then; everything was handled by dedicated attendants, and they have been extremely cautious ever since. Yet you're saying he still fell into a trap..."

Lin Zhaozhao frowned. "Even His Majesty took action, yet all these years no one has found out who was pulling the strings in secret?"

"No. Every time there was the slightest clue, it would immediately be cut off."

Speaking of this, Zhou Heyu grew angry. "We do have some suspicions, but the person behind the scenes is extremely sinister. Once an attempt fails, they immediately sever the clues through the sacrificial assassins they sent, and then the mastermind disappears into obscurity for years."

"As long as they are human and have taken action, no matter how sinister they are, they will leave traces."

Lin Zhaozhao thought for a moment and said, "If Your Highness doesn't mind, could you take this subject to take a look at where you reside?"

[Hehe, you know, as long as I've lived, I've never stepped into an imperial prince's bedchamber!]

[Just thinking about it is thrilling!]

[I wonder what kind of things they keep in his room, and whether the bed is big.]

It wasn't that she was exaggerating, but from the television shows she watched before, a prince's bed was always crafted from golden nanmu or century-old and millennium-old pearwood. As far as she knew, those materials were non-renewable resources in modern times—one less used meant one less remaining. If she could bring those back to modern times, how much silver would she make?

What a pity! Right now she could only look and couldn't take them away. Otherwise, forget about becoming the richest person in China—she could pull off a bare-handed wolf-trap scheme and conquer the Forbes list!