Along the path, there were green bamboos growing on both sides. It seemed that because of the birthday party, there were basically no guards in the mansion, and there were many busy servants on the way.
Soon, Fang Ling arrived at a small garden. The garden was built around a small pond. The rockery and big trees looked very quiet. The little white dog somehow sneaked in and followed Fang Ling, wagging its tail and looking around.
Just as Fang Ling was strolling around the garden, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor towards the north, and immediately saw a young girl walking out.
The girl was no more than 16 years old. She was wearing a pink pleated dress and a white ribbon was gently wrapped around her waist. The rest of her body was floating casually.
Her exquisite oval face had a pair of large, jet-black eyes. They were like limpid autumn water, incomparably pure.
She had a high nose bridge and thin lips. Although she didn't put on any makeup, she was still beautiful.
Fang Ling was secretly amazed. He had seen palace maids before in the palace. These palace maids were all handpicked from all over the country, and all of them could be considered quite good-looking. However, they couldn’t compare to this young lady at all.
She was already so beautiful at such a young age. Wouldn't she be devastating in a few years? Unfortunately, her foot seemed to be injured.
This was because she clearly only had one foot in her shoes, while her other foot was exposed. The part of her ankle was swollen high, and there were traces of dark veins on her swollen ankle.
She leaned against the bamboo railing and tried her best to use her injured foot to touch the ground. However, as soon as her foot made contact with the ground, she frowned in pain. Although she did not give up several times in a row, her foot could not stand firmly on the ground.
Right at that moment, the little white dog suddenly rushed forward. It ran down the corridor and shouted at the young girl.
"Woof—" It was not loud, but more like a greeting. However, the girl was startled by the sudden dog and almost fell down.
Fang Ling hurried over, grabbed the little white dog, and scolded it softly.
The girl stood still with the help of the railing and cried, "Don't... don't blame it. I'm too timid. The little dog should be greeting me."
The little white dog seemed to understand. It barked a few more times and wagged its tail intimately.
Seeing that the young girl was so reasonable, Fang Ling also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to cause any trouble in the General’s Mansion. However, looking at her injured foot, he couldn’t help but ask, “Your foot...”
The young girl, however, didn’t seem to mind. She pursed her lips and said with a smile, “I fell down while riding a horse and got injured. I’ve seen many doctors, but none of them were able to heal me. I think I’m probably crippled.”
Fang Ling thought to himself that it was a pity. God was too cruel. The girl was so young. If she was really lame, how could she live the rest of her life?
Perhaps this was what they meant by sharing the same misery. His mother had entered the palace at such a young age, but had stayed in the Cold Palace for 16 years.
Therefore, Fang Ling could not help but pity the girl. He sighed softly and looked at the little white dog. Suddenly, he was shocked. "By the way, doesn't the immortal art on my right palm have healing power? Although it has only healed the little white dog's feet and I can't be sure how strong the healing power of this immortal art is, I should give it a try."
If he could really cure the girl's lame foot, the ability of this immortal art would be amazing.
Having made up his mind, he couldn't help asking the girl, "Can I have a look at your feet?"
The young woman was slightly stunned. Even though she was carefree and generous as well, it was naturally impossible for her to agree to such a sudden request of an unfamiliar young man. Not only did she not hand her foot over, she withdrew her foot and gazed at Fang Ling with slight vigilance.
Fang Ling also felt that this was too abrupt. With a smile on his face, he said, “I don’t have any other intentions. I just want to see if I can cure your foot.”
The young girl frowned slightly as if she had heard a joke, “Treat my feet? Father has invited a lot of famous doctors to treat me, but none of them have improved. Can you cure me?”
“How will you know if you don’t try?” Fang Ling smiled. “Young Mistress, you don’t have to be afraid that I will hurt you. Right now, there are as many people in the residence. If you realize that something is wrong, you can call them over at any time.”
Hearing Fang Ling say this, the young girl tightly pursed her lips. Although she felt that treating her feet was somewhat of a fantasy, it was just as the young man had said. He didn’t have any reason to lie to her. However, handing her feet to a stranger to pinch just like that was against etiquette.
Seeing that the girl frowned and thought for a long time without any movement, Fang Ling smiled bitterly. If he waited for her to continue to think like this until it was dark, he would not be able to figure it out. However, even if the immortal art in his hand could not cure her feet, it could at least make the situation better.
He simply reached out his hand and grabbed her ankle in a slightly overbearing manner. At the same time, he reminded her, "Don't be afraid, it'll be a little hot."
Grabbing the injured leg with one hand, the lines on his palm began to rotate rapidly. At the same time, a burning sensation arose within his body. The Solar Fire Force stored within his body was activated, quickly flowing to his palm and entering the young lady’s feet through the lines.
The girl was shocked and was just about to struggle free when she felt a warm sensation coming from her ankle. Ever since her foot was injured, there had been a constant stinging sensation—even the pain of flesh being torn apart.
However, this warm sensation was akin to having one’s feet soaked in warm water – the pain in her feet had dwindled substantially as well.
Seeing that the girl did not struggle anymore, Fang Ling was secretly surprised. It seemed that this immortal art was not only useful for the wound, but also for the broken ankle.
At this moment, the patterns on the dagger began to rotate as the treatment began. Strands of the Solar Fire Force were absorbed and transmitted into Fang Ling’s palm, which then entered into the young girl’s ankle.
He concentrated on feeling the warmth of his palm. Unknowingly when, Fang Ling seemed to have entered a state of obliviousness. It was as if he could see the lines on the muscles with his own eyes, and those lines were constantly shuttling through her ankles.
After an unknown period of time, someone suddenly shouted explosively, “Where did this bastard come from? He actually dares to bully my younger sister!”
Fang Ling woke up from his trance. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was pulled up by a strong force and thrown out by someone. Fang Ling moved his hand away, and the lines and fire retreated along with the force.
He staggered a few steps to stabilize his body, and only then did he notice that a black clothed youth had appeared by the young girl’s side.
This young man was only 18 or 19 years old, but he was very big and his skin was very dark. At this time, he pulled the girl up and said worriedly, "Wan’er, are you all right? Did this boy do anything bad to you?"
“I’m fine, he....” Wan’er hadn’t even finished speaking when the young man swung his fist and stared fiercely at Fang Ling before he said, “It’s good that you’re fine. Watch how your Big Brother teaches this kid a lesson!”
After saying that, he charged towards Fang Ling and threw him a punch.
Fang Ling’s martial arts were all taught to him by the Imperial Guard, Dong Canghai. Although the treatment consumed a lot of his energy and even his feet felt weak, he was still confident that he’d be able to gain the upper hand if he fought.
However, fighting in the General's Mansion was not a wise choice. He quickly stepped back and explained, "Young Master, don't get me wrong, I..."
"I didn't misunderstand. How dare you come to General's Mansion and take liberties with my sister. I'll peel off your skin!" The young man was furious at this time. He punched Fang again and again with great strength.
Wan’er couldn’t help but become worried when she saw the young man retreat steadily, and she cried out loudly. “Big Brother, stop fighting!”
“Wan’er, don’t worry. I will capture this brat immediately!” The young man shouted loudly. The strength of his hand did not decrease in the slightest.
Fang Ling felt a headache coming on, so he could only take action to block. However, the youth’s punches were quite powerful. Each punch was like a hammer that weighed dozens of kilograms, making him feel pain. If he continued to defend like this, he might really be knocked down.
At this moment, Wan'er suddenly ran over, grabbed the boy and shouted, "Brother, don't hit him. It's a misunderstanding!"
“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? I...” The young man’s brows raised, and he was just about to smash down with his fist when he suddenly glared and said, “Wan’er, how...how did you walk over here?”
“Ah?” Wan’er was also startled. Lowering her head, she saw her injured foot was stepping on the ground. Covering her mouth, she stuttered, “My foot... my foot doesn’t hurt anymore...”
"What?" The young man laughed wildly and shouted to the two servants in the distance, "Quick, call my father over. Tell him that Wan’er's feet are healed!"
The two servants hurriedly moved. Wan’er spun a few times on the spot while her eyes were red, and she was delighted to the point of being unable to speak. The young man forgot about Fang Ling for a moment, and he roared with laughter.
Fang Ling heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Luckily, that treatment had worked, otherwise he really did not know how this matter would end. However, seeing that Wan’er’s feet were still red and swollen, he guessed that the pain would be gone for now. It would probably take some time for her to fully recover.
Just as he was thinking, he saw a middle-aged couple hurrying over. The middle-aged man was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Even when he walked, he was full of power. The woman was very dignified, and behind them were several servants.
Fang Ling’s heart jerked. Could this middle aged man be the General of the City Entrance, Tang Zihao? It’s definitely because he’s the one that can be addressed as Lord by the servants in the General’s Mansion? If it’s like that, then wouldn’t Wan’er and that young man be the Young Master and Young Miss of the General’s Mansion?
Although Fang Ling could tell from her clothes that the young lady was not a servant, he didn’t think too much about it at the time. Now that he thought about it, it was reasonable.

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