Shen Lin waited until Jiang Ziyu turned and walked towards the overgrown wasteland. He then ambled over to Di Mingjue. "Mr. Di, I'll push you upstairs to rest."
"No need." Di Mingjue raised his arm backward, stopping him. "Push me over there."
Planting flowers was just an excuse; avoiding him was Jiang Ziyu's true intention.
She listened intently for any movement behind her, but he didn't leave.
"You're not planting flowers, why aren't you moving?" Di Mingjue sat in his wheelchair, looking relaxed.
All the household staff were summoned, arriving with tools for weeding and planting.
"The joy of planting flowers lies in the process of cultivation." Jiang Ziyu's eyes darted around as she surveyed the approaching servants. "You can all go about your business. You're not needed here."
Since Di Mingjue was the master of the house, the servants wouldn't dare leave without his explicit instruction.
A large group of people stood motionless before her. Jiang Ziyu sighed, covering her temples. "Never mind, it's getting late. We'll plant another day."
Before anyone could react, she weaved through the crowd like a gust of wind.
As everyone was still gazing in the direction Jiang Ziyu had gone, a devilish smirk played on Di Mingjue's lips in his wheelchair.
Silver-tongued? It was nothing more than that!
Back in her room, Jiang Ziyu finally understood.
Fine, he deliberately toyed with her! She'd see how she'd deal with him!
Shen Lin pushed Di Mingjue upstairs. The moment the door was pushed open from the outside, Shen Lin stopped abruptly.
Di Mingjue sensed the strange atmosphere and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Since you're back early tonight, let's advance the needle treatment." Jiang Ziyu approached Di Mingjue, holding a thin, long silver needle, a wicked grin on her face.
At this moment, she resembled a malevolent governess, and Di Mingjue the vulnerable prince.
Shen Lin stammered, "These needles look different from the usual ones?"
"Needles for the head and face are naturally different," Jiang Ziyu replied.
Wait!
Di Mingjue suddenly came to his senses. He looked up in surprise and questioned, "You said you were needling where?"
"The face."
As the words fell, Jiang Ziyu pressed down on Di Mingjue's forehead.
The needle tip touched his skin, and Di Mingjue found himself unable to move.
"It's for dizziness, don't be nervous." After inserting the first needle, Jiang Ziyu quickly inserted several more into his scalp. Once the procedure was complete, Di Mingjue looked like a hedgehog, covered in sharp points.
Whether it would help his dizziness was unknown, but Di Mingjue knew that half of her actions were motivated by revenge.
He raised his hand, his arm stiff in mid-air.
"Relax, I'll remove the needles in half an hour," Jiang Ziyu said, trying to comfort him as she noticed his dazed expression.
The person before him had an oval face, large eyes, and a small nose. Further down, his vision blurred. Di Mingjue closed his eyes and then reopened them, his vision clearing slightly.
He could see this time?
Di Mingjue swiftly and accurately grasped Jiang Ziyu's arm.
As his vision cleared, his eyes also brightened. Jiang Ziyu felt his gaze and quickly raised her hand, waving it in front of him. "Can you see?"
"Yes," Di Mingjue nodded, "but it's very blurry."
The recovery of sight is a process, much like how a newborn's vision gradually clears as they grow.
"Don't strain your eyes, they need time to adjust," Jiang Ziyu said, removing the needle from his temple and gently massaging the area with her fingertip.
The soothing massage stimulated the nerves, and Di Mingjue felt the objects before him become clearer. However, the improvement was short-lived, and he soon lost sight again.
Seeing his hopeful expression replaced by gloom, Jiang Ziyu guessed the outcome without asking. "This time it lasted longer than before. I'll be increasing the acupuncture duration over the next few days. I expect your vision to recover within a week."
Then, Yuze could receive medical treatment, and she could take Qianqian away from this place.