Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 147: Chapter 82: The Commandery Prince Who Got Kicked

That night, when all was silent and everyone was deep asleep, a lone rider arrived like a whirlwind and came to a sudden stop at the head of Mountain-Foot Village.

The man on horseback furrowed his brows slightly, surveying the surroundings before spurring his horse towards the small courtyard where Gu Changsheng resided.

“Who dares to intrude in the dead of night?” the leader of the Guesthouse Guards bellowed deeply, pointing his hand in accusation!

“The Prince!” With just two indifferent words, the newcomer dismounted, tossing the reins over the dumbfounded guard leader.

“Prince… Prince…” The guard leader fumbled to grasp the reins, staring at the emblematic mask of the County Prince, trembling in fear.

“Which room is she in?” Zhou Mu shook off the dust from his body and asked with a furrowed brow and low voice.

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“The main house… east chamber…” As soon as the guard leader finished speaking, he saw the figure before him spring up and vault over the wall.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the guard leader looked at the tightly shut courtyard doors, his heart filled with trepidation.

Damn it, shouldn’t the County Prince be at the Southern Fujian Camp, miles away? How come he rushed back overnight?

Fuck, this is going to be big trouble!

In the east chamber of the main house.

Gu Changsheng lay spread-eagled on the bed, sound asleep.

No wonder her sleeping position wasn’t ladylike; she simply couldn’t afford to be. With two large wounds on her back still healing, she wouldn’t dare let them touch the bed. The normally restless Gu Changsheng had tried countless times to sleep differently, but each time she would wake up drenched in a cold sweat from the pain—fucking hell, it really hurt a lot…

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When Zhou Mu entered the inner chamber, Gu Changsheng’s ** fluttered like a fish, opening and closing to release bubbles…

Gu Changsheng was dreaming of a neat row of young lads simple as yangchun baixue and felt the mattress beside her sink, disrupting her **. Smacking her lips, she continued to sleep…

A hand lifted the cool blanket…

No bother, continue sleeping…

Then it lifted the hem of her top…

No bother, still need to keep sleeping…

A hand slowly crept up her spine, trailing along the edge of the wounds, caressing once and then again…

Gu Changsheng, who had wanted to keep sleeping, couldn’t anymore. Damn, it was too realistic, and she had to wake up to see if an evildoer had broken into her house!

Her eyes slowly opened a crack, peering at the culprit behind the mischief…

Uh…

That figure, why does it seem so much like the evildoer?

It must be an illusion. Digging her head further into the soft pillow, she closed her eyes and continued to sleep!

The hand on her back paused momentarily as she turned her head and struggled to open her eyes, but upon seeing that she had turned back to continue sleeping, it resumed its gentle caresses…

The patience of Gu Changsheng, whose back was being caressed, finally wore thin and she fully opened her eyes, turning to her side…

Under the dim moonlight, she could only make out the visitor’s disheveled hair and the dark stubble on his chin…

His well-defined features were backlit, not entirely clear to see…

Gu Changsheng tilted her head, looking him over again and again, then with a mix of apprehension and uncertainty, she asked, “Evildoer?”

“Hmm?”

The soft, low reply full of magnetism made Gu Changsheng feel in an instant that she must be dreaming!

“Is it really you?”

A hand slowly emerged from under the blanket, reaching towards that sharply contoured face…

Familiar brows…

The familiar arc of the eyelids…

Familiar porcelain-like skin, now with a few traces of hardship…

The most damn crucial thing was, this was warm, comfortably warm…

Gu Changsheng, caught between dreams and reality, suddenly came to her senses!

“Evildoer!”

Aren’t you supposed to be fighting those damn Japanese pirates in Southern Fujian, hundreds of miles away? Shouldn’t you be commanding the Myriad Armies?

Why are you here in her bedroom, lifting her clothes?

Realizing the key issue, Gu Changsheng cared not for anything else, quickly withdrew her hand, grabbed the blanket, and covered her exposed back thoroughly.

“It’s me.”

Another low response, and Gu Changsheng finally saw the man before her clearly.

Covered in ** and dispirited, his misfortune was undeniable…

She had never seen Zhou Mu look so desolate, not even on the night they first met when he was being chased; his appearance was clean and handsome even then…

“Why are you here?”

Shouldn’t you be in the great tent of the Myriad Armies instead of sneaking back here? To lift her clothes?

“You’re injured…”

At the sound of those four simple words, Zhou Mu’s gaze turned toward Gu Changsheng’s back that she had just covered.

The two meandering wounds on her pale, delicate back were starkly conspicuous, shocking him profoundly…

No sooner had he mentioned it than Gu Changsheng grew upset.

Her hands searched beneath the soft pillow and found the cold surgical knife.

With a quick extension of her arm, the surgical knife pressed against Zhou Mu’s slender neck.