The Lucky Heiress-Chapter 487 - Let Her Go _1

Chapter 487: Chapter 487 Let Her Go _1

“Doctor Xu, how did things go today?”

At the sound of that voice, Chu Lan and Wei Ruo both turned to look at the carriage.

The face of the person who poked her head out was unmistakably Wei Qingruo’s.

A chill settles in Chu Lan’s gaze.

If Xu Heyou is indeed Wei Qingruo, then who is the woman inside the carriage?

Wei Ruo stepped up to the carriage and bowed respectfully to the woman inside, “Replying to Queen Rui, treatment for Young Master Xu has been completed. At present, Young Master Lu, Young Master Xu, and the others who were affected today are no longer in immediate danger.”

“That’s good. It’s getting late, Lord Xu, return to your residence. There are many matters demanding your attention tomorrow.”

“Yes,” Wei Ruo answered.

About to turn around and walk away, Chu Lan blocked Wei Ruo’s path.

At the same time, Wei Jinyi stepped forward and stood protectively in front of Wei Ruo.

Gazing at Wei Jinyi, Chu Lan felt a deadly aura emanating from this seemingly ordinary guard.

“King Jing, kindly step aside,” Wei Jinyi quietly commanded, exerting an air of authority.

Chu Lan didn’t move immediately. His gaze fixed on Wei Ruo, equally sharp. Their stare-down was almost electric, as if sparks were flying between them.

At this moment, it felt as if the air around them had grown thin.

Wei Ruo’s heart pounded. If Chu Lan refused to stand down, a confrontation was inevitable.

Xiumei, also tense, clenched her fists. King Jing was a tough one to deal with. If things escalated, she had to ensure her mistress was safe!

After a few moments, Chu Lan made a move.

He took a step back, making way for Wei Jinyi and Wei Ruo.

Relief coursed through Wei Ruo.

In reality, barely a minute or two had passed. But everyone felt as if it had dragged on for hours.

Wei Ruo skillfully mounted her horse right in front of Chu Lan, who made no further attempts to stop her.

Wei Ruo then nudged the horse into action, joining the procession as they rode away.

Chu Lan remained standing, his gaze following the retreating convoy of King Rui’s Residence far into the distance.

Even when they were out of sight, Chu Lan remained rooted to the spot.

The recent turn of events wasn’t completely convincing. He was still suspicious about the identities of Wei Qingruo and Xu Heyou.

If Wei Qingruo could use a master of disguise to transform herself into Xu Heyou, they could also conceivably use someone else to impersonate Wei Qingruo and further confuse matters.

Even the servant named Wang Jin was under suspicion.

But pressing the matter further under these circumstances was pointless.

The one called Wang Jin would never let him near Xu Heyou. If he insisted, it would lead to a conflict between King Jing’s and King Rui’s residences.

Moreover, at this point, he wasn’t certain if he wanted Xu Heyou to be Wei Qingruo.

If it were indeed so, many things linked to Xu Heyou would make sense, simultaneously providing an explanation for the mysteries that had plagued his thoughts for so long.

But if it were really so, she was now Queen Rui, and appeared willing to stay by Chu Yi’s side…

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Once Wei Ruo and her party returned to King Rui’s residence, and the doors closed behind them, Wei Ruo breathed another sigh of relief.

Then she turned to Lin Fang and thanked her, “Thank you, Sister Lin.”

Lin Fang took off the mask on her face, “Young Miss, there’s no need for thanks; these are all Master’s orders. Before heading out a second time today, the Master had specifically commanded us.”

Upon hearing this, Ruo looked at Wei Jinyi.

Wei Jinyi remained silent.

Despite his silence, his concern was palpable.

Wei Ruo turned back to Lin Fang, “Sister Lin, your mastery in disguise is extraordinary; in such a short time, you managed to create a mask that’s identical to my face.”

“Actually, it’s not exactly identical. When creating a mask, it’s necessary to consider the wearer’s original face. While molding a new face is relatively easier, making it identical to another person’s face is incredibly tricky. Every individual has unique facial features. For instance, it’s impossible for a person with a square face to disguise as someone with an oval face,” Lin Fang explained.

“Tonight, it was dark, and the visibility is poor. Hence, we could pass the duplicate off as original. During daylight, from a closer distance, the differences between your real face and the mask I created would be noticeable. Not to mention, you and I have different body shapes. Hiding in the carriage, showing only my head, was the only way to fool everyone tonight.”

“I see. Regardless, Sister Lin, your skills in disguise are phenomenal. Not only did you make a convincing mask, but you also imitated my voice with about 70% or 80% accuracy. That is truly impressive,” Wei Ruo complimented.

Imitating voices was Lin Fang’s another expertise.

She could mimic many people’s voices to deceive others.

Chu Lan had never given Wei Qingruo much thought, and they had barely interacted, leaving him unable to distinguish between Wei Ruo’s real voice and the one adopted by Lin Fang while disguised as Wei Ruo.

“The credit goes to our Master’s foresight and arrangements, which allowed me to be of use,” Lin Fang said, cautiously glancing at Wei Jinyi.

Being praised by the mistress was irrelevant; what mattered was whether the mistress could truly sense the Master’s care.

Wei Jinyi chose not to comment on this matter. He advised Wei Ruo, “It’s getting late, you should rest. There’s still a lot to do tomorrow.”

With that, he instructed Lin Fang and Xiumei to escort Wei Ruo back to her room for rest.

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Once he left the Lu Family, Xing Jiang went straight to the Qi Family.

Imperial Physicians had been dispatched to the Qi Family earlier that night. Qi Zhen’s condition was more critical than the Lu Yuhong’s, so the physicians dared not leave his side.

Xing Jiang also hurried to join the other Imperial Physicians in discussing treatment strategies.

Qi Zhen’s injuries were significantly more severe than Lu Yuhong’s: extensive external burns and injuries, fractures, internal damage and even the loss of his left leg below the knee.

In any ordinary household, he would have been lost.

However, being from the Qi Family not only gave access to Imperial Physicians, but also enabled the use of the finest medicinal herbs.

Out of the eight Imperial Physicians from the Imperial Institute of Medicine, seven were dispatched, with three sent to the Lu Family and four to the Qi Family, leaving one behind.

When Xing Jiang arrived at the Qi Family home, Qi Zhen’s condition remained critical; his fever hadn’t yet abated.

All seven Imperial Physicians gathered in an anteroom adjoining Qi Zhen’s bedroom, contemplating strategies for his treatment.

Qi Yansong, Qi Zhen’s father and the current Prime Minister, had a formidable presence and an intimidating gaze.

A white-haired man with deep wrinkles starkly etched on his face, he bore testaments to the passage of time.

Now in his fifties, he had weathered many storms to rise to his current powerful position.

The Imperial Physicians were on tenterhooks, fearing that Qi Yansong may lose his temper.

“What is the verdict? Can my son’s life be saved?” Qi Yansong’s voice was chilling to the bone.