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Chapter 13: His Eyes, Still a Chance to Be Saved
Late at night, Chu Baihan pushed open the door.
The room was pitch-black. She frowned and asked, “Why hasn’t Your Highness lit a lamp?”
“A blind man…why would I need light?” A cold voice came from the corner.
“You might not need it, but I do. I can’t treat you in the dark,” Chu Baihan muttered.
How was she supposed to treat someone without any light?
“Didn’t you make grand claims in the daytime that you could cure this prince’s poison? With such remarkable medical skills, surely darkness won’t trouble you?” Yan Lin continued coolly.
Chu Baihan: “…”
Now she understood. This prince only appeared to trust her reluctantly. Deep down, he still saw her as the Crown Prince’s person and had to make things difficult for her.
Taking a deep breath to suppress her irritation, Chu Baihan reached out and felt around, inching her way toward the corner by touch.
She was just about to reach it when she tripped over something on the floor and fell forward.
She thought for sure she was going to hit the ground hard.
But the expected pain didn’t come. Instead, she landed in a warm embrace.
While she was still stunned, a cold and slightly mocking voice came from above, “So this is how the Princess treats her patients?”
Flustered and annoyed, Chu Baihan quickly jumped up from his arms and snapped, “That was an accident. But thanks for being my human cushion, Your Highness.”
She quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist to take his pulse, not wanting to waste the opportunity.
After a while, her expression darkened with concern.
“Well?” Yan Lin’s voice was colder than ever.
“It’s… very tricky,” Chu Baihan admitted honestly.
His body was riddled with various poisons, entangling and devouring him from within. If it continued, not only would he lose his senses entirely; he’d lose his life.
Worse, there were several unknown poisons mixed in. A single wrong prescription could have catastrophic consequences.
That must be why so many imperial physicians had tried and failed to treat him.
Yan Lin’s presence became even more oppressive. He tried to pull his hand back.
“Wait,” Chu Baihan caught his hand with both of hers. “Don’t be in a rush. I said it’s tricky, not that I have no way.”
What?
Yan Lin’s breathing shifted. His empty gaze turned toward her as his furrowed brows slowly eased.
“You mean… you really can cure this prince’s poison?”
“Yes. In about a month, I can completely purge it from your body,” Chu Baihan said softly, her voice full of confident calm.
Yan Lin’s fingers trembled slightly. After a long silence, he finally said, “Mm.”
Mm? That’s it?
Shouldn’t he be a little more… excited? Chu Baihan pouted.
“Your Highness, a month is a long time. Could you rescue my maid from the Chu family first?” she asked tentatively.
But the Prince of Lin scoffed coldly. “You haven’t even done anything for me yet, and you’re already bargaining? Your maid is their leverage; so naturally, she’s mine too.”
In other words—**no way**.
“You—”
Chu Baihan had expected him to refuse, but not this bluntly.
Forget it. She shouldn’t have had hope.
She gritted her teeth in frustration, not noticing the flicker of emotion in Yan Lin’s expression.
Normally, sending someone to extract a maid from the Chu household wouldn’t be difficult.
But today, a dart from the palace had made something clear—**nothing** was simple.
If Chu Baihan truly broke free from the Chu family’s control and lost her value, she would be… disposable.
“I’ll try acupuncture on you tonight. May I light the lamp now?” she asked stiffly.
Though her arm was still injured, it wouldn’t affect her use of needles.
Yan Lin remained silent in the same posture.
With no reply, Chu Baihan took it as agreement.
She fumbled for the oil lamp and lit it.
The room immediately brightened, and she exhaled in relief—though her heart grew even more conflicted.
She had barely endured a short time in the dark, yet Yan Lin had lived in that darkness for far longer.
Pushing down her emotions, she took out her silver needles and walked over to him.
“Please take off your clothes. Otherwise, I can’t do the acupuncture,” she said calmly.
At that, the prince’s frosty expression turned visibly awkward.
Noticing his odd reaction, Chu Baihan raised a brow. “Your Highness, I only asked you to take off your upper garments for acupuncture. Don’t tell me… you’re embarrassed?”
“Silence! This prince is no shy maiden—why would I be embarrassed?” Yan Lin growled, face darkening.
“Oh… then I was mistaken. So you’re not embarrassed. Go ahead, then,” Chu Baihan drawled slowly.
Yan Lin’s face turned darker still. He stiffened, then *rip!*—ripped his shirt off.
Only now could Chu Baihan clearly see his torso and back—covered in countless scars, some dangerously close to vital areas. He must’ve survived many brushes with death.
Her heart sank. Just what kind of life had he lived?
Taking another deep breath to steady herself, she picked up the silver needles and began the treatment.
Two full hours passed. Her injured arm was nearly too sore to move, but she had succeeded in drawing out some of the poison.
She let out a long breath. Looking up, she saw that Yan Lin had fallen asleep.
She was close enough to see the dark circles beneath his eyes.
He probably hadn’t slept well for days due to the poisoning.
Her emotions stirred again.
After packing up her things, she went to leave—only to find Madam Xiao standing guard at the courtyard entrance.
She: “…”
Looks like the Empress Dowager was truly determined to get a great-grandson.
With a headache forming, Chu Baihan could only go back to the soft couch from the night before.
Before lying down, her eyes drifted to the bed—where Yan Lin was still shirtless.
With a sigh, she walked over and gently covered him with a blanket before returning to rest.
What she didn’t know was that the moment she turned around, Yan Lin opened his eyes.
His gaze was sharp.
Suddenly, his breathing changed dramatically.
Was it his imagination? He seemed to see a faint, blurry figure.
A blind man… seeing a silhouette?
Gradually calming down, he realized—that figure was Chu Baihan.
She hadn’t lied. She could really detoxify him.
And after just one acupuncture session tonight… he could already faintly see shadows.
Looking down at the blanket she had placed over him, his expression grew dark and unreadable.
Chu Baihan… just what kind of person are you?
Moments ago, she had plenty of chances to kill him if she wanted to.
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