Chapter 1754 - 1740:
What Prince He Shuo truly minds is not her age, but the trouble she inherently brings.
Feng Luo’s lips twitched; she had long anticipated that Prince He Shuo would use age as an issue.
"Prince, I am an apprentice of Chu Ge, not your soldier, is the requirement for age so strict in this aspect as well?"
Feng Luo crossed one arm over her chest while the other hand touched her chin as if pondering something. She continued, "If there really is such a requirement for apprentices... how come I’ve heard that several military doctors in the barracks are under seventeen years old?"
She blinked innocently at Prince He Shuo, a gleam of innocence in her eyes, "Prince, is it because I’m a Beggar Sect Disciple that you’re biased against me, not wanting me to go? Or is it truly a rule?"
As soon as Feng Luo finished speaking, there was a collective gasp around her. Was this child crazy? To publicly question the prince’s orders.
Eyes were glued to Feng Luo, many of whom were trying to please Prince He Shuo by opposing the Beggar Gang.
They looked at Feng Luo with schadenfreude, scoffing internally, really disrespectful, indeed from the lowest class, a beggar. What kind of occasion is this? To show no respect to the prince in front of so many people.
Everyone was waiting for the drama to unfold, but surprisingly, Prince He Shuo was not angry.
He looked at Feng Luo expressionlessly and said, "They were recruited exceptionally after numerous tests. If you can pass the test, being an apprentice to Mr. Chu is not out of the question."
Feng Luo realized he was clearly setting a challenge for her.
"Prince, what kind of test do you want?" Feng Luo raised her eyebrows at him and said, "This is not an entrance exam. I’m just a helper next to Chu Ge. If you make it difficult for someone who wants to serve the court, won’t it discourage more people who want to serve the court from trying?"
It’s no wonder Feng Luo dared to directly confront the prince.
Luo Qi saw the situation and hurriedly pulled Feng Luo behind him, "Feng Luo! How can you speak to the prince like that? The barracks is not a place for fooling around!"
Didn’t he know Feng Luo’s intentions? When did Feng Luo become Chu Ge’s apprentice? Her saying so was merely to use Chu Ge’s name to sneak into the barracks.
He understood, and so did the prince, about Feng Luo’s little scheme, obvious to anyone with keen eyes. What the prince said was understandable; he had to consider his soldiers. If Feng Luo went to the barracks, wouldn’t it be chaos?
Chu Ge actually wanted to bring the Old Gang Leader, but since the Old Gang Leader wasn’t here, according to the Old Gang Leader’s wishes, if he wanted to open the Time-Space Gate, he must have Vermilion Bird Star’s help. Now, having the chance for Feng Luo to go to the barracks, he naturally wouldn’t let it slip.
He coughed lightly and said to the prince, "Prince, I actually think that Miss Feng Luo’s medical skill makes merely being a helper a waste."
These words instantly exposed Feng Luo’s earlier claim of being Chu Ge’s apprentice.
Feng Luo glared speechlessly at Chu Ge, her eyes filled with resentment. This damned Chu Ge! Helping out of goodwill to get the Silver Silk Sword, and now he’s undermining her! How infuriating!
Ignoring Feng Luo’s gaze, Chu Ge slightly curled his lips and continued, "I think making her a military doctor would be entirely fitting."
Feng Luo internally cursed Chu Ge countless times; hearing his words, her heart abruptly shifted from outrage to delight.
Quite nice, her recent money spent on buying wine for Chu Ge wasn’t wasted.
"Chu Ge, you’re really flattering me, hahaha my medical skill isn’t as good as you say, hahaha."
Before Prince He Shuo nodded in agreement, Feng Luo couldn’t help but laugh. She spoke humbly, yet inside she was extremely proud. Who doesn’t love hearing praise? She was no exception.
Amid her laughter, the prince questioned, "Oh? Can good medical skill really be learned from street practice?"
Feng Luo’s smile gradually subsided; she fearlessly glared at Prince He Shuo, "Prince, do you mean to look down on us commoners?"
"Feng Luo!" Luo Qi was completely speechless, wondering what had gotten into this child today. Why music is playing against the prince! No, this isn’t playing against; this is picking a fight!
Perhaps because Feng Luo rarely met with the prince before, she hadn’t had the opportunity to pick a fight like this before. Now facing the prince, she was certainly stirring things up!
Yet, in this setting, Feng Luo had no consideration at all! Constantly confronting the prince, it was driving him mad!
However, Prince He Shuo seemed unperturbed. He slightly furrowed his brows, his deep voice resonating, "Explain this."
Feng Luo couldn’t move being tightly held by Luo Qi; she stretched her neck to speak to Prince He Shuo, "I think the prince should understand the principle of practice makes perfect. Your royal physicians in the manor see only a few distinguished patients daily; they encounter few cases, while I, practicing medicine on the streets, see many patients. To say I’m highly knowledgeable is indeed a stretch, but I would certainly not be lesser than your royal physician!"
Her words were confident, exuding a sense of self-assurance.
In Prince He Shuo’s dark pupils, a fleeting, inexplicable expression quickly passed, too swift to capture before disappearing.
"Anyone with a mouth can talk; you boast about your abilities, but what if you’re nothing but an empty shell? That’s the military camp, a place for leading troops, not a playground for a brat like you!"
Before Prince He Shuo could respond, someone nearby, eager to curry favor with the prince, spoke up, his words dripping with disdain for Feng Luo.
"If I haven’t mistaken, this must be the Lord Minister who tried to please Prince He Shuo by offering his concubine."
Feng Luo shook off Luo Qi’s hand and approached the person taunting her. She sneered contemptuously, "Though you might look down on my street practice for the poor, don’t forget, I’m far better than someone who would trade his wife for personal gains!"
"You!" The Lord Minister’s face flushed with anger, glaring at Feng Luo. It had been a while since that incident, actually a matter from years ago, though Prince He Shuo had severely reprimanded him over it.
The ultimate result had been failing to win over Prince He Shuo and being left with a reputation as a laughingstock, only with time did people gradually forget about it.
Family shame is best kept quiet, especially in front of so many people; the Lord Minister suddenly wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it...