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The onlookers were startled and turned around to look.

When he saw Chu Zhao, who was wearing a shroud with neither human nor ghost, he was so frightened that he let out an "ouch" and ran away in all directions.

As soon as the princess came out of the coffin, she killed two people, and there was a rumor in the palace that she was the reincarnation of an evil ghost.

But wasn't she imprisoned in the abandoned courtyard by the prince? She was lying down recovering from her injuries right now, so why did she come to the stable?

Are you going to kill someone again?

"Young lady, see you, Princess." A man who looked like a steward came over, bowed to Chu Zhao in vain, rolled his eyes and asked, "Why is the Princess here?"

Chu Zhao just took two steps forward. The injury on his body caused him to sweat on his forehead. After taking a few breaths, he said, "What mistake did this child make? Why did you hit him?"

The steward was startled and turned to look at the young man kneeling on the ground.

"Returning to the princess, this boy is the horse slave in the palace. He fed the prince's beloved horse Chasing the Wind to death and refused to admit his guilt. I plan to teach him a lesson first and then hand him over to the prince for punishment."

Chu Zhao looked at the horse on the ground and slowly walked to the young man.

The young man knelt upright, clenching his teeth and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat seeped out from his messy hair and rolled down his thin cheeks.

"Is that you?" Chu Zhao bowed his head and said calmly, "Did you feed the horse to death?"

The young man raised his eyes to meet hers, his thin lips pursed tightly, his expression full of caution.

"You can trust me." Chu Zhao looked into his eyes and said solemnly.

The young man's wolf-like eyes suddenly flashed with sadness, anger and grievance, and his eye circles instantly turned red.

"It wasn't me." He finally spoke with a hoarse voice, "I wasn't on duty in the afternoon. I accidentally saw Zhui Feng foaming at the mouth and wanted to save it..."

He paused, panting sharply, as if that short sentence had exhausted all his energy.

"Okay, I understand." Chu Zhao nodded and said to the steward, "He said it's not him, let him go!"

"How can this be done?" The steward's eyes suddenly widened, "Princess, don't believe his words, these despicable slaves are the most cunning, and they are always lying to pretend to be pitiful."

"What about you?" Chu Zhao asked, "Aren't you a slave?"

The steward choked and said humbly: "A slave is also a slave, but the slave is the manager of the stable. The slave's heart is towards the master."

"Ha!" Chu Zhao sneered, "You despicable slaves are the most cunning. Do you want me to believe your words?"

The old man in charge blushed and couldn't help but get angry from embarrassment. He became rude to Chu Zhao and said, "I don't have to worry about the stable matter for the princess. I will report it to the prince myself. Princess, you'd better go back to the abandoned courtyard and lie down!"

"Why, do you think I am no longer your master since I was thrown into the abandoned courtyard?"

Chu Zhao's face suddenly turned cold, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes, as if he was going to kill someone's head at the next moment.

The manager was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

Everyone else also held their breath, lowering their heads and not daring to look at Chu Zhao again.

Only then did Chu Zhao soften his expression and his eyes fell on the white horse.

The white horse lay motionless, with its abdomen still rising and falling weakly.

"This horse can still be saved." She said to the steward, "I don't care who you want to protect, I will help you save the horse, how about you let the child go?"

"It can't be saved!" Before the person in charge could say anything, the veterinarian stepped forward and said, "Princess, I have already examined the horse in detail and found that this horse is no longer alive."

Chu Zhao glanced at him: "Is it the horse that can't do it, or you that can't do it?"

The words made the veterinarian speechless and his face turned red from holding back.

Chu Zhao looked at the steward again: "Manager Ma, since this horse is the prince's beloved horse, if something happens to you, you will be held accountable from top to bottom. You will never be exempted from guilt by killing a slave. So, do you want to Consider my conditions?"

"..."

The steward was speechless. He was the steward in charge of Ma, and his surname was not Ma. The princess changed her surname to him as soon as she opened her mouth.

But that's not important. As the stable manager, he really had something to do with the horse's death, not to mention that it was his nephew who was in charge of feeding the horse in the afternoon.

"Okay, since the princess said it can be cured, then I'll trouble the princess."

The steward rolled his eyes and thought, if the princess could save the horse, everyone would be happy, but if he couldn't, he could also tell the prince that the horse died because of the princess' indiscriminate treatment, which would be a good scapegoat.

Anyway, the prince hates the princess and will definitely not listen to her excuses.

Chu Zhao pretended not to notice his rolling eyes, and reluctantly knelt down in front of the white horse.

"Princess, don't..."

The young man suddenly called her hoarsely, shaking his head at her with red eyes.

Zhui Feng is hopeless. With his understanding of management, he will definitely frame the case for the princess.

He could just save his own life for Zhui Feng, why bother hurting others.

"It's okay." Chu Zhao smiled lightly at him, "I believe in you, and you have to believe in me too."

The young man was stunned, and his black pupils like splashing ink quickly filled with water.

Chu Zhao turned to the veterinarian and said, "Bring me your medicine box."

The veterinarian handed over the medicine box dubiously and asked with a bit of uncertainty: "Does the princess need help?"

"No, just watch from the side." Chu Zhao put one hand on the horse's neck to diagnose the horse's pulse, and opened the medicine box with the other hand to check the medicine inside.

The veterinarian sneered in his heart and silently took two steps back.

He has been practicing medicine for decades and has treated countless horses. He knows better than anyone whether the horses can save him.

Since the princess insisted on showing off, he just waited to see how she would make a fool of herself.

People are ugly in the first place, but they still insist on making a fool of themselves. No wonder they are rejected by the prince...

"Look, the horse has opened its eyes!"

The veterinarian was pouting and rolling his eyes toward the sky when he suddenly heard someone exclaim.

His heart skipped a beat, and when he looked carefully, the dying horse actually opened its eyes.

Chu Zhao, on the other hand, was holding a bloodletting tool and pricked the horse's chest, and dark red blood gurgled out from there.

"Did you wake up from the pain?"

"Is it a flashback?"

People are discussing.

Chu Zhao was not affected. After draining the blood, he took out the silver needles from the medicine box and pierced the horse one by one.

Her skills were skillful, her movements were nimble, and she looked confident and calm, which made the voices of the onlookers gradually become quieter.

The veterinarian stared at the acupuncture point where the needle was inserted. The look of contempt on his face disappeared. He walked around the horse, knelt down opposite her, and carefully observed her movements.

The white horse was in pain, snorting and looking up at Chu Zhao.

"Princess, be careful, this Ma Ke is violent." Someone shouted.

The figure next to him flashed, and the boy, covered in blood, rushed over and hugged the horse's head.

"Be good Zhui Feng, the pain won't hurt in a while." He knelt on the ground, held the horse in his arms and comforted her softly.

Baima hummed twice and lay back down with relief.

Chu Zhao glanced at the young man and gave him a thumbs up: "Very good."

The young man was absent-minded for a moment, and his already dark eyes became a little brighter.

No one had ever praised him like this.

No one has ever believed in him without hesitation and saved him from danger.

After Chu Zhao finished administering the injection, he rummaged through the medicine box, picked out a few black pills, put them to his nose and sniffed with his eyes closed, then handed them to the young man to feed the horse.

The young man took the medicine and said to Baima like he was coaxing a child: "Zhuifeng is a good boy. Take the medicine and your illness will be cured."

Baima miraculously opened his mouth and rolled the medicine from his palm with his wet tongue.

Everyone was stunned and felt like they were in a dream.

The veterinarian asked excitedly: "Princess, this medicine is an ordinary spleen-strengthening medicine. Are you sure it will work for the horse? The bloodletting villain has also tried it, but why doesn't it work?"

Chu Zhao clapped his hands and stood up on his knees: "I said it's you who can't do it, not the horse."

"..." The veterinarian blushed again, feeling embarrassed.

Chu Zhao had been squatting for a long time. When he stood up, his vision turned black and he almost fainted.

"Princess be careful."

A hand reached out and helped her in time.

In his dizziness, Chu Zhao recognized the young man's voice and safely used his arms to stabilize his body.

The young man's body was still very thin, but he was very strong. His wounds were still bleeding, but he was holding Chu Zhao firmly.

Chu Zhao stood quietly for a while, waiting for the dizziness to pass, and then said to the veterinarian: "After another cup of tea, I took up the needle and applied the acupuncture according to the acupuncture point I inserted for three consecutive days, and also gave me medicine for three consecutive days. During this period, drink plenty of warm water and do not feed them concentrated feed or soybean cakes.”

"Okay princess, I've taken note of this." The veterinarian blushed, his attitude becoming extremely humble.

The steward was also very excited: "Thank you, Princess. By saving the horse, Princess saved everyone in the stable. I will kowtow to you, young ladies."

"There's no need to kowtow. Send some food and medicine to my courtyard!" Chu Zhao said.

The steward looked troubled: "It's easy to talk about food, but we only have medicine for horses here, not for humans."

The people responsible for raising horses are the lowest slaves. They can only live with it when they are injured or sick. How can they be qualified to take medicine?

"Is that so?" Chu Zhao leaned on the young man's arm and thought for a moment, "Then you ask someone to bring you food, and then go ahead and report to the prince about my horse treatment, and then tell him that I can really cure this old man. People’s diseases.”

"what?"

The steward was stunned for a moment, and then thought that the princess wanted to take credit from the prince in exchange for the opportunity to return to Qionghuayuan.

The princess can even revive a dead horse, so she must be able to cure the old lady.

If the old lady recovers from her illness, can he be regarded as having made a contribution by delivering the letter?

With this thought in mind, he asked someone to get some food and trotted off to report to Murong Xiao.

Chu Zhao watched him go away, turned around and asked the young man: "Can you walk?"

There was no color on the young man's handsome face, but he steeled himself and said, "Yes."

"Okay, help me back to the yard." Chu Zhao said.

The young man said "yes" respectfully, gritted his teeth and reluctantly helped her walk towards the abandoned courtyard.

The two of them were walking side by side in the dusk. One was covered in blood and looked hideous with wounds, while the other was wearing a shroud and had a dark complexion. They looked particularly strange, yet surprisingly harmonious.