Shen Yi Di Nu Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife (神医嫡女) [Book 2]

This Prince is Lazy, Is That No Good?

This fight left everyone dazed by this sudden outcome. The ninth prince had... stood up?

The Emperor smiled happily, "Old ninth is still quite valiant when he stands." He was the typical person that enjoyed watching exciting things and did not fear them getting out of hand, as he shouted: "Continue fighting! There are so many people watching!"

Xuan Tian Ming curled his lips into a sly smile, "What's the rush? Wait until he is seated properly."

Looking again at Xing Hai Sheng, who had been pushed onto the wheelchair, who knew if he had suffered internal injuries or was truly unaccustomed to sitting in a wheelchair. Upon being seated, he began fidgeting. He felt that the ground definitely was not flat. Otherwise, why would the wheelchair keep spinning without stopping?

The imperial relative angrily shouted: "Why do you not quickly get out of that wheelchair!"

These words were a reminder for Xing Hai Sheng, as his mind cleared up. He then exerted some strength from his dantian to try and soar straight into the air.

Unfortunately, before his butt completely left the wheelchair, Xuan Tian Ming used the butt of his knife to hit his shoulder, slapping him back down.

One wanted to leave the wheelchair, and one wanted to stop him from leaving the wheelchair. Like this, 30 exchanges very quickly passed. Xuan Tian Ming no longer beat around the bush, using the butt of his knife to unsheath the sword that Xing Hai Sheng had never unsheathed. Once the sword was knocked loose, he slashed with his knife at the sword and cut it in two.

"Boring." A certain person cleanly took care of matters then shook his head and said: "Cutting a sword that was borrowed is not very fun. At a later date, you should bring your own weapon to come and fight with this prince once more. Now," He looked at the person sitting in the wheelchair and smiled wickedly, "Now, get up for this prince!"

Once this was said, a figure flashed, and nobody was able to see when exactly the ninth prince had acted nor how he had acted, but they suddenly felt something blur before their eyes. Something ended up being thrown a long distance. That thing was none other than the general from Qian Zhou, Xing Hai Sheng. Xuan Tian Ming threw him out of his own wheelchair then sat down on the wheelchair once more. He then waved in a certain direction: "Heng Heng, come and push this prince."

Feng Yu Heng walked forward with a smile to push the wheelchair. Her small hands, however, took an opportunity to forcefully pinch the back of his neck.

Teach you to fake it!

Feng Yu Heng was unhappy, but there were two people that were even more unhappy. They were the imperial relative and the government official that had come along. The imperial relative then said: "It was clear that your Highness' leg injury has already been healed. Why do you continue to sit in your wheelchair?"

Xuan Tian Ming glanced at him then answered very seriously: "Because I am lazy."

"Hmph!" The imperial relative flicked his sleeve, and his expression became even uglier.

Xuan Tian Ming became puzzled, "How is there any relation between me sitting in this wheelchair and you? Was it you that needed to push it?"

General Ping Nan already found the people from Qian Zhou to be an annoyance, so he also joined in: "That's right. Have we eaten your Qian Zhou's food and slept with your people? You can worry about the heavens and the earth, but why are you worrying about what chair someone else's child sits in?"

These words caused Qian Zhou's imperial relative to become speechless and red in the face, unable to say a single word. Someone had already gone to fetch Xing Hai Sheng. That person did not have the face to continue speaking, so he did not dare say a single word.