Simply Trading 191 Self Torture 3

But Qin Feng did not have the leisure to dwell on the mystery of his Qi Cultivation, or to languish on his bed. Or rather, the guest bed that he was occupying. He owed the servants an apology, to be fair. The bedclothes were already soaked with his somewhat pungent perspiration at the moment.

Which was why he was rather embarra.s.sed, when he heard the door being bashed open, and someone stomping into his room:

"What happened? Are you alright, Younger Brother Feng? Are you in pain?"

Qin Feng's eyes opened wide as soon as he caught sight of the muscular fellow who had just stormed inside his room. Or rather, his rooms. Apparently, he had been housed in one of those chambers that had been split into two; one that held a bed, and the other - the outer one, a small table where one could have a sit-down with guests.

That arrangement had given him time to throw his blanket over himself, the moment that he heard someone tear into the place. But it seemed that it had not been necessary: it was only Du Yan, and not one of Li Changhai's maid-servants. So there was no need to worry about him showing too much skin.

Or letting the servants learn that he was soaking his bed covers with his sweat.

That would start too many people wondering about what he was doing. And Qin Feng was not inclined to let everyone in the Ducal Palace get too curious about him.

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Du Yan had spent a good part of his morning preparing the medicine that should improve the speed of Qin Feng's recovery. And to be absolutely honest, he was rather pleased with what he had done. After all, how many people in the Ducal Palace could boast of such an accomplishment?

Creating a potion that would heal close to seventy, eighty percent of one's injuries in less than four hours? That was something that would make even the best alchemists in Yanyun City crease their brows and worry! And he had done it!

Of course, it was not easy. And he had drained close to sixty percent of his internal strength, formulating the potion in his own courtyard. The medicinal herbs and roots that the Duke had provided were excellent too. Which made his formulation go a lot smoother as well. Still, he had every reason to be proud; the Du Family was famous for its weapon-crafters, and not for something like medicinal alchemy!

That was one of the reasons why Du Yan had left the Capital, and came to visit the Second Ducal Prince. Li Changhai was one of those who knew about his ambitions, and who had supported his wish to break away from his family's weapon-smithing traditions. Not to mention, Li Sanlang was someone rich enough to pa.s.s him a mult.i.tude of medicinal herbs to play with. That had certainly played a part in his improvement in the alchemy field.

So it was only fair, Du Yan thought, that he used his newly learned skills for the Second Ducal Prince's sake. Like helping to that Qin Feng fellow to recover from his exertions. Not to mention the fact that he would get to see how his potion worked in person!

But just as he got past the guards who were stationed at the entrance of the Guest House, there was a loud outcry issuing from within the place! Which had Du Yan wondering what had happened! Surely there could not be an attack?! Not in a place as secure as the Ducal Palace!

Du Yan easily outstripped the guards, with his family-trained martial arts and his more accomplished cultivation. Yet, even as he burst into the younger man's room, he could sense no a.s.sault, and nothing out of the ordinary!

"What happened? Are you alright, Younger Brother Feng? Are you in pain?" he called out immediately, as he rushed towards the inner chamber. And saw Qin Feng lying on the bed there, his face covered with perspiration.

Along with the markings that immediately told him what had just taken place.

"Ah! You were cultivating? You shouldn't do that until you have completely recovered! Your body will not be able to take the shock! Ah. But you have already learned that, haven't you?"

It was rather obvious what Qin Feng was doing, after all. There were remnants of an aura still lingering in the bedchamber, and it was rather clear, from just one glance, that Qin Feng had used up almost all of his internal strength. The young fellow must have been too eager, and had gone ahead with his cultivation without making sure that his body was alright!

Du Yan received a rather sheepish smile from the younger man as the latter slowly pushed himself back into a sitting position. Which revealed his sweat-soaked garments.

"Well, I am just glad that no one else knows about how I had gotten myself into such a predicament. That would be just too embarra.s.sing! All the servants would talk, hey?"

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Du Yan pursed his lips as he stared at the younger man who had just pulled himself back up on the edge of the bed. Did he really think that n.o.body was talking about him? Didn't he know that his saving of Li Changhai back in the South had already started the soldiers and the servants gossiping? And what about how he had told off the Duke himself? No one bothered to issue a gag order over that, so almost everyone in the Ducal Palace knew about that!

Which meant that every single servant and guard in the Palace had been aware of how he had been injured, when he was brought back to the Palace. And everyone knew that he had been knocked unconscious by an a.s.sa.s.sin that was after the Second Ducal Prince!

Actually, that was the reason why he had been moved into the more impressive, and more secure, quarters that were meant for visiting relatives of the Duke. Well, lesser relations, but relatives all the same. After all, there was no way that such a juicy bit of information would not be pa.s.sed around within moments of his arrival back in Qin Feng's old guest courtyard. And that had seen an increase of traffic thereabouts, around the guest quarters, with close to every servant trying to catch a glimpse of him.

Did he really think that no one knew that he had saved the Prince? Or that he was being kept out of sight to avoid the Duke himself?

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