In the following period of time, Xiang Yun rarely left his room, spending most of his time resting in his room. This time, his injuries were not light.

Especially the attack of the Double-Headed h.e.l.lfire Python, it had already injured him internally. If it were not for the miraculous effects of the Art of Creation and the healing effects of the spiritual medicine, ordinary people would have already been dead.

In the days after he had returned to his residence, Lin Wan'er had regularly delivered food to Xiang Yun, served him was.h.i.+ng up, ate a meal, and then went to bed. She had taken good care of Xiang Yun.

Wherever the cloud energy flowed through his body, his meridians, muscles, organs, bones, and skin would all be nourished. This was especially so when he circulated his cultivation technique.

It had only been ten days, but Xiang Yun's internal injuries had already been completely healed. However, on the outside, he was still feigning being weak and frail, as if he was still seriously ill. After all, if his injuries were to be healed in just ten days, it would truly be terrifying.

In the following days, other than cultivating in his room, Xiang Yun would roam around the estate in his free time. In these few days, the servants of the crown prince's estate no longer feared Xiang Yun like they had before.

However, Xiang Yun had rarely had the chance to chat with them in the past. Now that he was free, hearing the story of them from the servants would actually be rather interesting. Everyone had their own stories.

When noon arrived, Xiang Yun carried a pot of good osmanthus wine and a lunchbox with a few plates of delicate dishes in it and headed towards the backyard. He pa.s.sed through the alley and reached the backyard and headed straight for the horse stables.

Today, Xiang Yun wanted to chat with Old Liang. Although this old man was lazy, thick-skinned, and like an old scoundrel, it was rather interesting to talk with him. Xiang Yun had previously promised to buy this old man good wine, and now was the time to fulfill his promise.

This was the stable in the backyard of the Crown Prince's Palace, the place that Old Liang liked to stay at the most.

Xiang Yun took a step over the threshold and when he lifted his gaze, he did not see the figure of the old man. Instead, it was a youth dressed in sackcloth who was near the mouth of the well in the west of the stables, attracting Xiang Yun's gaze.

The youth looked to be about seven or eight years old. He was thin and thin, and his face was a little undernourished. However, the boy's eyebrows were very thick, and his eyes were big and full of spirit.

Especially the look in his eyes, which inadvertently revealed a resolute spirit, extremely attracting to Xiang Yun. This kind of resolution was rarely seen in the eyes of a seven or eight year old youth.

The boy heard the sound of the bucket falling into the water so he used his hand to hold onto the rope and swung it left and right as if he was going to let the bucket eat the water. After the bucket drank the water, the boy turned the wheel and retracted the rope.

This time, the turning of the youth was not as relaxed as before. It seemed that the wooden bucket ate too much water and was too heavy.

However, the teenager didn't give up. He clenched his teeth and tightened his body. He used both of his hands to pull up the big wooden bucket that was filled with water.

The latter dragged the wooden bucket out of the well with much difficulty and then leaned it against the well. At this moment, the youth's head was covered with sweat and he was so tired that he was gasping for breath.

Xiang Yun had thought that he would need to stop and rest for a while, but the youth had instead used a coa.r.s.e hemp sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

He lowered his head to look at the large bucket filled with water beside him, then looked at the north side of the stables' sink. He gritted his teeth, bent down, and grabbed the bucket's handle with both hands.

The youth clenched his teeth and tried to lift the bucket, but it only took him a moment to lift it up before he fell back to the ground. The teenager staggered and almost fell, but he could not hold onto the bucket.

One step, two steps, three steps

The distance between the sink and the mouth of the well was more than a dozen meters. The youth had to spend a quarter of an hour to finally bring the bucket back to the side of the well!

At the very least, Xiang Yun believed that this youth would not be able to do so. It was likely that he would ask someone else for help.

However, the youth's next action caused Xiang Yun to reveal an expression of shock!

The youth's body actually bent slightly as he stretched his arms forward. Immediately, Xiang Shan hooked onto the handle of the wooden bucket.

The youth pursed his lips and straightened his body. His torso moved his body as he swayed left and right. The wooden bucket hooked onto his arm also began to swing along with him.

After swaying for more than ten rounds, the youth's body was already beginning to tremble. It was obvious that such an action was a huge drain on his physical strength.

However, in the next moment, the youth shook the barrel one last time. When the barrel reached its highest point!

The youth suddenly extended a nimble hand out from under his hand. Then, a hand pressed against the bottom of the barrel as his shoulder pressed against the barrel's wall and his body abruptly sprung forward!

In a split-second, the bucket of water was poured into the sink. It was filled to the brim with water, not a single drop of it leaking out.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Yun almost clapped and cheered. This youth's ingenious use of borrowing strength to fly a barrel was simply too inconceivable.

However, the youth seemed to be accustomed to this. Letting out a long breath, he reached out to the barrel and once again placed it at the edge of the well!

After doing all this, the latter quickly walked to the west side of the stable. There was a bench leaning against the wall. At this moment, a tall and thin middle-aged man was lying on the bench.

Xiang Yun recognised this middle-aged man. Just like the Old Liang, he was also the coachman of the crown prince's residence who watched over the horse driving. His name seemed to be Zhao Si.

Just as the teenager was at a loss, Zhao Si suddenly opened his sleepy eyes.

"Hey kid, you're done moving everything?" A look of surprise appeared on Zhao Sisi's face.

"Not bad, not bad. Today's efficiency is quite high."

Looking at the young man dressed in dirty clothes, with water stains on his shoulders and staring at him without blinking, Zhao Si said with a smile.

"Kid, if I don't give you the money, will you just wait?"

"Hey you little brat, talking about money is just hurting our relations.h.i.+p. How about six copper coins? Do you think that's all you can get?"

"No way!" The youth rejected the middle-aged man with a single word.

"This is bad!"

Helpless, Zhao Si could only sigh and shake his head. He kept saying that this young man had no conscience and was deeply grateful!

The youth was indifferent to this. He only rubbed his hands on his s.h.i.+rt before he stretched his hands out to look at Zhao Si, who had been fumbling in his pockets for a long time.

Zhao Si unwillingly took out seven copper coins. When the youth saw the money, his eyes lit up, and he extended his hand forward as well.

When he stretched out his hand, the already short hemp cuffs were instantly exposed the young man's arm. On his arm, many vicious scars were revealed without a doubt.

Zhao Si was startled when he saw the wound on the boy's arm. The boy seemed to notice that his arm had been exposed. He quickly withdrew his hand and pulled his sleeve back.

"Was it your mother again?" Zhao Si asked the youth.

The youth silently nodded his head, but then he added, "It's alright. I can carry the bucket. I can still come tomorrow!"

Zhao Si's gaze moved slightly and he handed the seven coins to the youth. Just as the youth was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Si called out to the youth and gave him another three coins.

When the youth saw this, he frowned and actually shook his head and refused to accept it.

"Consider this as a reward for you."

"No need." The young man waved his hands. His eyes were bright and clear.

Zhao Si looked at the young man's eyes. Finally, he withdrew the coin. He stood up from the bench and patted the young man's shoulder. "Then come back tomorrow."

"En, thank you!"

This time, the youth's face finally revealed a happy expression. He bowed towards Zhao Si before turning around and running away!

Looking at the youth's back as he left, Zhao Si couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. He shook his head and sighed.

Just as Zhao Si was about to sit back down on the bench, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

Zhao Si looked back at the approaching person and was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, why have you come?" Zhao Si bowed his head with an indescribable reverence as he looked at the number one person in the mansion. His att.i.tude could be said to be that of fear and trepidation.

"Zhao Si, where's Old Liang?"

"Oh, Your Highness, you're asking for Old Master Liang? He went back to Silver City."

"Return to Silver City?" Xiang Yun had a puzzled expression.

"Old Master Liang said that he's going back to Silver City to visit his family."