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“No need.”

Wu Dao’s voice was cold and deep.

“Why? What if something happens to the princess, and they plot against her?” Yun Dan had never been this worried before.

In Qi State, they could do whatever they wanted, but since they arrived in the Great Cheng Dynasty, Feng Qing was killed!

Han Yuwen had also been humiliated by the beggar, and now she had undergone surgery. If she couldn’t save Han Yuwen, her demise wasn’t far off!

Wu Dao had already figured out that Han Yuwen’s disappearance was because Su Yingxue had taken her away. She was now on the operating table, and the surgery had already begun. Even if he exposed her now, it would be futile.

Wu Dao no longer paid attention to Yun Dan. He fully focused on watching Su Yingxue’s figure on the screen.

She resembled her mother but was surprisingly different.

Without studying in the modern era’s advanced medical field and lacking professional training, she demonstrated remarkable surgical skills. Her talent and ability far exceeded her mother, Long Shuli.

With only half of the incense stick burned, Su Yingxue finished suturing.

Inspecting Han Yuwen’s wound, she nodded in satisfaction. “It’s an improvement from before.”

“Ah… All…”

Han Yuwen made a muffled sound. It was then that Su Yingxue noticed she still had her mute acupoint pressed. She suddenly remembered and said, “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

Undoing Han Yuwen’s acupuncture point, Han Yuwen immediately cursed weakly, “Su Yingxue, you wretch!”

Due to the strength of the anesthetic and the recent surgery, her voice was unusually feeble.

Su Yingxue kindly advised, “Princess, conserve your strength to prevent further injury to the wound.”

“Emperor, I have completed the surgery. Please have the Silver Moon Pavilion Master evaluate it,” she said to Chu Mingyuan after walking out from behind the screen.

Chu Mingyuan showed great respect to Wu Dao. “Sir, please.”

Wu Dao grunted and walked onto the stage, bypassing the screen.

He wasn’t surprised to see the weakened Han Yuwen lying on the operating table. Observing the wound, he concluded that Su Yingxue’s incision and suturing skills surpassed Han Yuwen, a surgical doctor.

In a deep voice, he remarked, “Very good.”

“Very good?” Han Yuwen’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Teacher! Su Yingxue… how is this possible? How could she do better than me? She’s nothing! She can’t surpass me!”

Wu Dao turned around, allowing Han Yuwen to see his unfathomable eyes. “Your skills are inferior.”

“My skills… inferior…”

Han Yuwen was deeply shocked, her eyes gradually losing focus. “How is that possible? How can I lose to Su Yingxue!”

“Nothing is impossible. Since Mr. Wu Dao said so, you have lost,” Su Yingxue said expressionlessly.

When she raised her eyes to look at Wu Dao, curiosity filled her beautiful eyes. “Can you tell me, the Silver Moon Pavilion Master, what is your relationship with my mother? Why did you spy on me so many times?”

Wu Dao remained enigmatic. Standing in front of him, she could feel the intimidating aura he emitted, beyond the capacity of normal people.

Wu Dao suddenly laughed, a dark and cold laughter. “Sooner or later, you will know.”

And she would bring all the people he desired to him.

“Your mother is a wretch, just like you!”

Han Yuwen covered her wound and sat up, glaring at Su Yingxue with hatred.

“Smack!”

Su Yingxue slapped her. “You have no right to insult my mother. You’re nothing compared to her!”

“Huh! When I met her, you, Su Yingxue, didn’t exist at all! You have no right to say that!”