After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Chapter 284 Bone-Scraping Treatment (Part 1)

The assassins appeared suddenly, one wave after another, and unlike ordinary assassins who only used swords and knives, they were not capable of simultaneously dealing with martial arts masters, hidden weapon experts, and poison masters.

When the Crown Prince and Zuo Yi arrived, Lu Zhiyuan was lying on the ground, seriously injured. Liu Ying, covered in blood, held her and cried uncontrollably. Lu Yun was barely holding on, but he was also at his last gasp. After recognizing the Crown Prince, he said, "Save Miss!" and then collapsed.

Zuo Yi used his lightness skill to lift Lu Yun up just as he was about to hit the ground, and shouted loudly, "Brother Lu, Brother Lu, wake up!"

Lu Yun did not open his eyes; it was Lu Zhiyuan who did. Meeting the Crown Prince's eyes, which were full of heartache, she first smiled weakly and pleaded, "I can't walk anymore. Carry me to Lu Yun; I want to see his injuries."

"The imperial physician who accompanied us will be here shortly."

"I can't wait any longer." Lu Zhiyuan shook her head: "Carry me over there, Lu Yun can't die."

Unable to refuse, the Crown Prince, with trembling hands, carried Lu Zhiyuan to Lu Yun. As he put her down, Lu Zhiyuan gently tugged at the Crown Prince's sleeve and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine, it's just superficial injuries."

The Crown Prince was heartbroken and didn't know what to do, but he also knew her temperament, so with red eyes he cooperated with her to check Lu Yun's condition.

Knife wounds, arrow wounds, and wounds from hidden weapons. These assassins were despicable; they coated their knives, swords, and hidden weapons with different poisons. Fortunately, Lu Yun had taken an antidote, so these poisons were not fatal to him, but that didn't mean Lu Yun wasn't in danger.

The assassins were swift, accurate, and ruthless; every slash and every sword strike was aimed at killing him, and even the hidden weapons were intended for his vital points.

"How long until the imperial physician arrives?"

"At most an hour, with the right one following, there won't be any problems."

"Half an hour, my needles can only last half an hour." Lu Zhiyuan coughed up blood: "Crown Prince, please get me the needles, okay?"

"Ah Yuan—"

“Lu Yun is A Yuan’s family, just as important as her maternal grandfather, uncle, and mother. A Yuan can’t just watch him die. Crown Prince, A Yuan is tired and doesn’t have a needle case.”

"Brother Crown Prince, I'll help you carry it!"

Lu Zhiyuan kept her needle pouch close to her body. The Crown Prince reached into her clothes and touched sticky blood. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took out the pouch. Following Lu Zhiyuan's gaze, he took out silver needles of varying lengths, held her wrist, and guided her to insert the needles into Lu Yun's acupoints.

In less than fifteen minutes, her face turned even paler.

Liu Ying was in slightly better condition, with only a few obvious external injuries. The wounds looked frightening, but they weren't life-threatening. Zuo Yi had applied medicine to the wound on her back. When traveling, she only had companions, no men or women.

Liu Ying didn't think much of it; what could a back slashed and mangled by a knife possibly think? Zuo Yi didn't think so. He lowered his head and said somewhat timidly, "Since I've seen your back, I should be responsible for your innocence. As long as you're willing, Zuo Yi is ready to marry you anytime."

Liu Ying's mind was completely occupied by Lu Zhiyuan, and she didn't hear what Zuo Yi was saying at all. Without bothering to change her clothes, she grabbed a piece of clothing from her bundle, threw it on haphazardly, and staggered off the carriage.

She had only run two steps when she saw the Crown Prince carrying Lu Zhiyuan towards her. She cried out in distress, "It's all because of me! Madam was protecting me and that's why I'm so badly injured. I deserve to die, I really deserve to die!"

"Don't cry!" the Crown Prince comforted her. "A-Yuan protects you because you deserve to be protected, because in A-Yuan's heart, you and Lu Yun are both her family. Be well, don't say such things anymore, and don't make A-Yuan worry about you anymore."

Liu Ying nodded, wiping away her tears: "Madam is alright, Madam will definitely be alright."

“With me protecting her, how could A Yuan possibly be in danger?” the Crown Prince said. “Could you spread out those bedding? A Yuan and Lu Yun’s injuries can’t withstand the jostling.”

"Subordinate, come down. Miss Liuying has injured her arm."

Zuo Yi stepped forward but was blocked by Liu Ying's body.

"My arm is fine. Please help me, Left Guard, to get Lu Yun into the carriage."

Zuo Yi nodded and summoned another guard to help the unconscious Lu Yun into the carriage. Lu Yun lay down, while Lu Zhiyuan reclined, the Crown Prince voluntarily serving as her pillow. Before the curtains fell, Lu Zhiyuan removed a hairpin from her hair and handed it to Zuo Yi.

She's petty and vindictive; those assassins injured them so badly, she can't let them die a peaceful death. There's a mechanism on the hairpin; once opened, the poison hidden inside will flow to the tip. She'll use the poisoned hairpin to poke each of them, guaranteeing them a fate worse than death.

Zuo Yi hesitated: "Should we press the person behind this for answers?"

Lu Zhiyuan closed her eyes and said, "No need. One group consists of Jianghu assassins, another group consists of Ghost Market killers, and the third group consists of assassins trained by the mastermind. Assassins and killers are paid to do their jobs and may not know who the mastermind is. Assassins are even less likely to speak. Just kill them. There's no need to deal with them specially."

Zuo Yi realized: "I'll arrange for a quick-witted person to keep an eye on things here."

The carriage arrived at a farm, where only an old man lived. The old man had never seen anything like it and trembled with fear. Firefly approached him and explained that they were a caravan that had been robbed; the lady and guards were injured and they needed rooms. They could give the old man money—lots and lots of money—if he would let them stay at the farm.

The old man waved his hand, saying he didn't want money, but the place on the estate was too simple to accommodate so many people. Zuo Yi stepped forward to chime in, saying they could set up tents outside the courtyard; the only ones they needed help with were their young master and mistress, as well as those injured by the robbers. They could cook for themselves and even give the old man some rice as compensation.

The old man refused, saying he had enough food. There were only three rooms on the estate. The old man lived in the one on the west side. The main room held the ancestral tablets and the memorial tablets of his wife and children, while the one on the east side was empty. He moved the ancestral tablets and the memorial tablets of his wife and children to his own room, leaving Zuo Yi and the others to clean the room themselves.

The old man wasn't very talkative, but he didn't hide anything either. He told Liuying and Zuoyi that his wife and children had also been killed by robbers. If it weren't for those bloodthirsty thugs, he would be a grandfather by now, living happily with his family.

After saying that, the old man sighed and went back to his room.

Lu Zhiyuan's injuries were different from Lu Yun's. Lu Yun was mostly injured by swords and knives, while she was injured by hidden weapons.

The group that used hidden weapons was particularly ruthless; some of the weapons were so small they were invisible to the naked eye. Without internal energy, it was impossible to force them out with internal force. Without a highly skilled surgeon, they couldn't be removed surgically. Lu Zhiyuan had to find a solution herself.

She took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub. She put some hemostatic and detoxifying medicine in the tub, but as soon as she sat down, her wound burned with pain. She gripped the edge of the tub tightly, gritted her teeth, and endured the pain.

"what!"

Unable to hold back, he screamed in pain.

Liu Ying and the Crown Prince, who were guarding outside the door, immediately rushed inside.

Lu Zhiyuan leaned against the bathtub, her face pale. The medicinal soup in the tub had turned a terrifying blackish-red.

"Madam!" Liu Ying clutched her clothes, both distressed and frightened. "What...what happened to you?"