Chapter 009: Turning Truth Upside Down

As soon as Lu Junfan left, the old physician shook his head slightly. Truly, the second young master of the Lu family brought ruin upon himself; none can be blamed but him. His earlier humble and courteous demeanor had almost deceived the old man, making him believe that Lu Junfan had truly changed his ways. Yet, how could a dog ever be cured of its habit for filth? He was indeed unworthy of the word “please”—just now, he had even begun to blame the young lady before him for lacking proper manners! How shameful!

The physician rose and surveyed Anran and Anyue, then addressed Anyue, “To encounter such divine healers in my lifetime is surely Heaven’s mercy upon me!”

Anyue regarded him calmly as he finished speaking, his voice gravelly, “This old servant cannot bear the title of divine healer. Such techniques are the master’s unique teachings; I am slow-witted and have yet to learn even a fraction.” With that, Anyue bowed respectfully to Anran.

“What?” The physician was momentarily stunned, turning in astonishment to look at her. She was barely eighteen, with delicate brows and clear eyes, yet her medical skill was so profound—could it be… could she truly be from the Ye Yue An family? Aside from the An family, who else in this world possessed such unparalleled medical arts?

“Just a few little tricks to earn a living,” Anran’s cold countenance remained unchanged despite the physician’s excitement, her voice serene and distant, with a hint of pride.

Had the injured not been a child today, or had the trouble not been caused by someone from the Lu family, she might never have intervened in this matter. Compassion and the healer’s mercy seemed never to have belonged to her.

Years ago, her entire family had been slaughtered, the child died tragically, haunted by nightmares each midnight—who then had spared her a shred of sympathy?

“Today I have been enlightened! May I know your name, young lady?”

“Anran.”

So she truly was of the An family!

Within the hall of Orchid Court, Lady Leng paced back and forth, uneasy, sensing that something was about to happen. Madam Gu was beside her, fanning her, her own heart heavy with worry.

“Madam, the second young master—”

“Madam, the second young master has returned!” A servant outside interrupted Madam Gu’s words loudly, letting Lady Leng’s anxious heart finally relax.

Yet the next sentence from the servant nearly made her lose her balance.

“The second young master’s legs have been broken by someone; he’s in the main hall right now!”

Madam Gu halted her motion, rushing to support Lady Leng, whose face had turned pale. He’d only gone to apologize—how could he end up with broken legs? Who had the audacity to touch someone from the Prime Minister’s residence?

“Madam, don’t panic, we must go see the second young master at once!” Madam Gu reminded her, and Lady Leng nodded, regaining her composure. Her face was suffused with anger and anxiety—her son’s legs broken, how could she bear it?

Before they even reached the main hall, Lu Junfan’s wails could be heard from afar, piercing Lady Leng’s heart with pain. She had carried him for ten months, never willing to strike him even once, and now some villain had broken his legs—how could she accept this?

“Mother, it hurts… Mother… hurts…”

Lady Leng rushed to support her weeping, wailing son, glaring fiercely at the kneeling servants and shouting, “What happened? Who broke the second young master’s legs?” To provoke the Lu residence was to court death!

The two servants trembled, kneeling in silence. Though it was indeed that ruthless woman who broke the young master’s legs, the young master was not blameless—but they dared not say so!

“Mother, it was that wretch! I brought the physician to apologize, but she called me a dog and made me kneel to apologize. When I refused, she viciously broke my legs! Mother, she doesn’t respect the Prime Minister’s residence, nor the Lu family. You must stand up for me…”

Lu Junfan chose only what suited him, never mentioning how he had apologized—throwing silver as he entered, threatening the woman time and again, until Anran could no longer restrain herself.

Lady Leng, upon hearing this, was ablaze with fury, grinding her teeth as she shouted, “Who is that wretch? Does she think the Prime Minister’s residence is without power? Someone, go at once to the Magistrate and have her arrested!”

“Yes, Madam!”