The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Chapter 242 Lu Muchuan's Thoughts

He showed no fear whatsoever, but instead sneered and said, "Heh, Ye Jiuchen, everyone in this world holds you in high esteem, but I, Lu Muchuan, am by no means a coward, so why would I be afraid of you!"

Back then, Lu Muchuan was a renowned and charming young man in the capital, the dream lover of countless young ladies. Many noble ladies were infatuated with him, and all considered it their lifelong wish to marry into the Lu family and be united with him.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on him. An accident severely injured his leg, leaving him unable to walk. Gradually, he faded from public view and became a legend occasionally mentioned by people.

At this moment, Lu Muchuan's heart was filled with resentment and anger. He raised his hand and struck back at Ye Jiuchen with fierce and merciless moves.

The two exchanged blows, their fists whistling through the air, their figures clashing. In an instant, tables and chairs were overturned, leaving the room in a complete mess.

The intense fighting quickly woke everyone from their sleep, and they rushed over to find out what was going on.

"Ye Jiuchen, the Ninth Prince, he's actually alive!"

As everyone stepped into the house, they were all stunned by what they saw. Their attention was completely drawn to the miracle of Ye Jiuchen's resurrection, and they even forgot to stop the fierce fight.

"stop!"

Seeing that Lu Muchuan was gradually losing ground in his confrontation with Ye Jiuchen, Lu Qingmo was extremely anxious and rushed forward to try to separate the two to prevent irreversible consequences.

However, Ye Jiuchen was already blinded by rage, and once his fist was thrown, it was difficult to retract.

With a muffled thud, his fist landed heavily on Lu Qingmo's body.

Lu Qingmo cried out in pain, "I came to break up the fight, why are you hitting me?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Lu Chengfeng rushed forward and, with great effort, managed to pull Ye Jiuchen and Lu Muchuan, who were locked in a fierce battle, apart. In the process, he himself was not spared and was punched a few times, making him wince in pain.

"What on earth is going on? Little Jiu, you've only just woken up, why are you fighting with someone? It's truly baffling!"

"I'm panting heavily," Doctor Dan asked with a helpless expression.

"Pooh…"

Ye Jiuchen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but a carefree smile appeared on his face as he laughed loudly!

"That was awesome, hahaha!"

Lu Muchuan was not to be outdone, and he also burst into laughter!

"Hahahaha. Ye Jiuchen, you do have some skill after all!"

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered by the sudden actions of the two, wondering what they were up to.

Could it be that the fight just now made them lose their minds?

"Cough cough..."

Lu Yanchen frowned, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at his youngest son, Lu Muchuan. He coughed a few times and then said...

"Alright, alright, since there's nothing wrong for now, you should all go and find some medicine to apply. If Wan'er wakes up and sees this, she will definitely be worried."

"Ye Jiuchen, don't be so smug. I will never give up easily!"

Lu Muchuan stared intently at Ye Jiuchen, uttered these resounding words, and then strode away. Though his back was slightly unsteady, it still exuded a stubbornness and unyielding spirit.

"Ah……"

Ye Jiuchen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smirk. He thought to himself: You dare to try and compete with me? You are simply overestimating yourself.

As Lu Muchuan left, the Lu family members followed him with concerned expressions, fearing that his injuries might have worsened.

Soon after, everyone left the room, leaving behind a mess.

Lu Wan gazed in the direction the group had left, gently shook her head, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and regret, before quietly departing as well.

After everyone left, Ye Jiuchen slowly sat down, gently took Dongfang Wan'er's hand, his eyes filled with tenderness and longing, and murmured softly!

"Wan'er, I really miss you."

"Oh my, Little Jiu Zi, I must say your life is truly amazing. In that dangerous situation just now, I almost thought you were going to reunite with your mother and was preparing to make your funeral arrangements."

The divine physician Dan stepped forward and patted Ye Jiuchen's shoulder heavily. Although his words were somewhat teasing, the joy in his eyes was hard to hide.

Ye Jiuchen glanced at him, his expression cold and merciless, and said!

"No need. You are too ugly. My mother in heaven would be displeased to see you."

Upon hearing this, the divine physician Dan was so angry that he puffed out his beard, glared, and jumped up and down.

"Oh dear, you ungrateful brat! I just thought you'd really met with some misfortune, and I was heartbroken, even having your memorial tablet carved. Your sharp tongue is utterly heartless..."

Ye Jiuchen seemed not to hear, but simply gazed at Dongfang Wan'er quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness and determination, as if she was the only one he cherished in this world, and all other troubles had been forgotten.

The divine physician Dan was so angry that his face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged. He flung his sleeves, turned around and strode away, muttering to himself, "Hmph, I'm not talking to you anymore... You're simply unreasonable!"

Ye Jiuchen quietly stood guard by Dongfang Wan'er's bedside, his eyes filled with worry and concern. He did not move an inch, as if the safety of the person in front of him was the most important thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Ye Jingchu, enduring the excruciating pain from his wounds, rode his horse at breakneck speed, wanting nothing more than to get away from this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

His face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body began to sway precariously.

Each thud of the horse's hooves felt like a heavy blow to his fragile nerves, nearly causing him to faint.

The dizziness from excessive blood loss washed over him like a tidal wave. He felt his life gradually slipping away with the loss of blood, and the shadow of death quietly spread around him.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and collapsed weakly onto the horse's back.

At this moment, a strong desire to drink blood was growing wildly in his heart; it was his body's instinctive craving for blood.

His gaze slowly moved down to the horse beneath him, which was running with all its might, and a struggle and determination flashed in his eyes.

A moment later, he lowered his head and bit down hard on the horse's neck.

"Ouch..."

The horse suddenly let out a painful neigh, its body trembling violently as it tried to break free from the sudden pain, but Ye Jingchu held tightly to the horse's mane with both hands, refusing to let go.

Blood gushed into his mouth, and the warm, sweet-smelling liquid gradually restored some of his strength, but the madness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.