Chapter 1616: Chapter 1598
Everywhere Chu Ge’s eyes fell was unfamiliar, all things no one in his own era had ever seen. "You’re saying... what I’m seeing now is already three thousand years later?"
As a battle general of his time, he naturally understood that only constant progress could make a country more prosperous and powerful. It was just that, suddenly jumping three thousand years ahead, he really couldn’t adapt or accept it for the time being.
"Yes." Wen Zaao nodded, then said, "Alright, all those questions in your head can wait. Right now I’m going to call a nurse to give you an injection. You’re injured, you have to get an injection for the inflammation."
When Chu Ge heard the word "injection," his brows knit, instinctively rejecting it. "No need. Those women harbor impure intentions toward this Prince! They only want to use ’treating’ this Prince as an excuse to get close! Besides, this little wound doesn’t affect this Prince in the slightest!"
Just thinking about the crude, indecent, unbearable things those women had said in front of him made his skin crawl.
"..." Who was it that passed out from his injuries the last two times again?!
Wen Zaao cleared her throat lightly and didn’t call him out. "Then why don’t you tell me, how exactly were they harboring impure intentions toward you?"
Chu Ge cast her a cool sidelong glance and gave a soft snort. "They covet this Prince’s beauty, and want to drug this Prince and sleep with this Prince!"
He had heard those words with his own ears earlier. Truly shameless.
Wen Zaao froze, then thought of how open-minded modern times were—some girls saw a handsome male idol and would just scream "husband" at him. To them those words were perfectly normal. But Chu Ge was different; his ancient values were conservative to a terrifying degree.
She cleared her throat, looked up, and saw that the tips of Chu Ge’s ears were faintly red.
Wen Zaao’s lips curled. So even the man who had just twisted two people’s wrists could get shy; she’d thought he was a block of iron.
Her gaze dropped to Chu Ge’s chest. The bandage had already been soaked through with blood; the wound had probably split open again. She put away her smile and stopped teasing him, went straight to the nurse’s station, and called a nurse over to give him an injection.
Only, those nurses were already scared of him; none of them dared to come.
In the end, Wen Zaao had no choice. Only after repeatedly assuring them and swearing up and down did she manage to drag one nurse over.
This time, Chu Ge didn’t resist again. He very cooperatively stretched out his hand, though his expression was a little awkward—he wanted to watch how they did it, yet pretended not to care.
Wen Zaao secretly curled her lip. Still such a tsundere Prince.
His hand was pale and slender, very good-looking. Standing at the side, Wen Zaao couldn’t help sighing. What on earth did ancient princes use to take care of their hands? They were actually more delicate than a woman’s.
The nurse trembled as she hung the IV, then bolted as fast as she could, afraid of getting dragged into trouble again.
Only after the nurse left did Chu Ge finally lower his gaze to the back of his own hand, where a silver needle was taped down with white tape.
A doubtful glint flashed in his deep eyes. "You’re saying that just by piercing this tiny little needle in, my injury can be quickly healed?"
Wen Zaao nodded. "Of course. That’s what you call progress of the times."
Chu Ge said nothing.
Wen Zaao suddenly thought of something and seriously warned him, "Chu Ge, your identity as a Prince absolutely cannot be exposed, got it? Otherwise they’ll treat you like a monster and lock you up!"
Chu Ge knitted his brows, but still nodded. A moment later, as if realizing something was off, he asked, "Who are you? Why is it that you know this Prince comes from three thousand years ago, yet you’re so calm?"
Up till now he still found it unbelievable, but the woman in front of him showed almost no surprise at all.
"Me... I’m not telling you. It’s a secret."
Wen Zaao gave him a mysterious little wink, then her gaze fell on his hair and she clicked her tongue. "Here, men don’t keep long hair. You’ve got to cut yours, or people will start getting suspicious."
"No!"
Chu Ge rejected her sharply.
All day long, Wen Zaao waged war with a pair of scissors against Chu Ge—no, more accurately, against his hair.
"Are you cutting it or not?" Wen Zaao pointed the gleaming scissors straight at Chu Ge.
She knew ancient people didn’t casually cut their hair, but here in the twenty-first century, a man with hair all the way down to his waist was way too eye-catching. What’s more, this man had a face that could topple cities, and with that long, sleek, jet-black hair... if he walked down the street, he’d definitely be a walking disaster.
"No! I’m! Not!" Chu Ge’s thin lips pressed together, and a sharp, cold light flashed in his dark eyes. "No one has ever dared point a weapon at this Prince. You’d better not go looking for trouble."
"So you want to get treated like a monster and dragged into a research institute?" The one who’s about to suffer is you!
"..." Chu Ge’s face darkened slightly, his thin lips pressed into a line. "My body, hair, and skin are all given by my parents. How could this Prince’s hair be cut just because someone says so?"
He stiffened his neck, the picture of "over my dead body I still won’t cut it!"
"You really won’t cut it?"
"I won’t!"
"Heh! You’re really testing my temper!" Wen Zaao rolled up her sleeves, looking very much ready to fight him to the bitter end. "Let me tell you! This is my turf, grandma’s turf. You’re eating my food, using my stuff, your hospital bills are on my dime! Right now I’m the boss! So you have to listen to whatever I say, got it?!"
Chu Ge shot her a disdainful glance, unspeakable contempt in his deep eyes. "So vulgar."
Wen Zaao froze, finally realizing just how unladylike she’d been. Wow, her image! "Gentle, graceful lady, the gentleman will pursue"—who wants to make a fool of herself in front of a handsome guy?
Her expression stiffened a little; she hastily rolled her sleeves back down, then quietly drew back the little skinny leg she’d propped on the stool.
Wen Zaao scratched her head. Getting him to obediently cut his hair was a bit tricky. Looked like she had to let him experience the "bone-chilling" malice of the twenty-first century! Let him feel all those strange looks that saw him like some kind of freak! Otherwise, he’d never agree!
Just imagining dragging him along the main street, a once-dominant warlord being gawked at like a monkey in public—the gap in status was way too huge... tsk tsk, the visual was beyond imagination.
Chu Ge had no idea what Wen Zaao was thinking; he just saw her standing there all by herself, grinning like an idiot, looking like some silly village girl. His sword brows creased slightly. "Why are you laughing so lewdly?"
"Cough, cough—" Wen Zaao choked on her own saliva.
Damn it, she’d just got too carried away with her fantasies.
She cleared her throat lightly to cover her awkwardness.
"Forget it, if you don’t want to cut it, then don’t." Wen Zaao waved a hand. Anyway, talking to him about it now was like playing the lute to a cow; it just wouldn’t get through.
"Also, here we don’t have Princes or rank and status. This is a democratic age; everyone’s equal, understand?"
"This Pri—" Before Chu Ge could finish, he was cut off by Wen Zaao’s warning glare.
"No. More. ’Prince.’"
Wen Zaao enunciated each word. "So you are not allowed to refer to yourself as ’this Prince’ anymore!"
Chu Ge’s lips parted, but he forcibly swallowed the word "Prince" back down. A real man can bend and stretch. Besides, his current situation was anything but optimistic.
Until he could be sure he was out of danger, he would endure.
