T/N: Did I need to take on another project? No.
But this one is a lot of fun.
My personal synopsis is: “Misunderstood genius accompanies misunderstood prince to solve crimes.” Don’t expect this one to be updated as often as my other projects, at least until one or two of them are finished.
I hope you all enjoy!


Liu Fushu, the master of Baihe Village, was the current number one miracle doctor in the world.

When the situation was turbulent a few years ago, he led three thousand of his family’s disciples and went south to eradicate the plague, and north to heal the wounded soldiers.

Now that the situation was more stable, he was still busy healing the wounded jianghu heroes – the Wulin Alliance was selecting a leader a while ago, so people with broken arms or legs were often carried into the village on stretchers.

The common people also respected Master Liu very much.
Even if they just had a general headache, they didn’t feel ashamed to bother the disciples of the Liu family.
It must be said that the people in that mountain village were all doing life-saving work.

“Last time I had a strange problem where I was vomiting up blood, and it was Xiao Qizi who looked after me.” 

“Who is Xiao Qizi? 

“The fellow in charge of purchasing firewood in Biahe Village.”

Look, even the little fellows were so capable, not to mention the true sons of the Liu family.
Pick one out at random and they would be worthy of saying “The great doctor Hua Tuo has been reborn!”

Except for the second son, Liu Xian’an.

A well-known layabout in the village, he was idle and lazy.
His only advantage may be his face.
With eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like peach blossoms, and every movement filled with nobility and elegance, he was an utmost beauty.
However, he was like an immortal in a painting, never leaving home or having contact with the outside.
He just stayed in his beautiful waterside courtyard all day long, lying on a soft chair and watching the sky, the clouds, the blooming flowers and flying birds, and the drizzle soaking the eaves.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Liu Fushu said to his precious good-for-nothing son: 

“You get up and move around.”

Liu Xian’an was actually obedient: “Oh.”

He propped up his upper body and shook the folding fan in his hand twice, moving around.

Liu Fushu was dizzy with anger.

Madam Liu urged her son: “Your elder brother is in the library right now.
You can write well, go over and help transcribe the medical classics, that doesn’t take a lot of brains.
After copying them, they will be sent to the Imperial Hospital.
They will reorganize these medical books and distribute them to the whole territory of Dayan to cure more diseases and save more people.”

Liu Xian’an didn’t move, nor did he respond.
He continued to lay on the chair, gazing at a white cloud in the sky.
After a long time, he suddenly said: “What joy can be found in life, and what misery in death? It takes too much effort.”

Without further ado, Liu Fushu picked up a rod and went to beat his son.

Madam Liu hurriedly stopped him.

Liu Fushu was apoplectic: “If you were ill today, should I save you or not?”

Liu Xian’an replied: “Save or don’t save, either is fine.”

Li Fushu threw the rod at him furiously.

Liu Xian’an didn’t dodge, and a big bump was smashed into his head.

People outside the courtyard heard the commotion and rushed in to placate them.
Madam Liu was worried about her son’s head, but didn’t want to make people feel that she was too doting, so she sternly reprimanded: “Hurry to the library and help your elder brother!” And let him look at your injury by the way.

Liu Xian’an responded by standing up slowly, but he was probably a little dizzy from the knock on the head.
Instead of going to the gate, he went straight to the lake.


He fell right in headfirst.

Master Liu and Madam Liu were both dumbfounded.

The servants in the courtyard rushed forward to save him, shouting and trembling with fear.
The Second Young Master had fallen into the water, but he didn’t seem to be thrashing and struggling.
It couldn’t be that so soon……he was gone?

But of course Liu Xian’an would not die so quickly.
He just lay prone in the water, as if in a trance. Ah, so this is death.
He didn’t feel the slightest panic in his heart.
After all, human beings had no beginning nor end.

After learning through experience, he closed his eyes and calmly passed out during the process of everyone rescuing him.

Due to the extreme absurdity of this incident, soon the people of the whole village, the whole city, and even the whole country knew that Second Young Master Liu of Baiha Village would rather commit suicide by jumping into the lake than help to copy books.

His laziness became well-known all over the world.

Madam Liu could do nothing about him, so she had to turn around and soothe her husband.
Our household is large and prosperous, so what is the harm in supporting him for the rest of his life? And it’s good to be lazy.
A while ago, he was diligent and ran outside every now and then, but he was caught by the princess who was playing in the south and almost became a son-in-law.

According to the importance the emperor attached to Baihe Village, this marriage should have been possible, so why didn’t it work out in the end? The main reason was that Liu Xian’an’s various deeds were too incredible.
The emperor truly found it difficult to accept that his younger sister was going to marry such a strange man, so he ended up personally persuading her.

When the common people heard about this incident, they were all very regretful.
After all, who didn’t dream of reaching heaven in a single bound to be a relative of the emperor? That Liu Xian’an who had riches and honor delivered to his door lost it all because he was too ignorant and incompetent in daily life.

“Say, if Second Young Master Liu suddenly wakes up to reality and studies diligently, will he still be able to marry the princess?”

“What diligently? I hear that he doesn’t even know where his own library is, and his schooling doesn’t add up to two years.”

Rumors such as this passed on, and the city was very lively for a while.

It was not entirely false.
Liu Xian’an really couldn’t find the newly built library at home, but he was familiar with the old building in the back mountain that collapsed the year before last.

It was true that he escaped from school on the first morning.
At that time, he was only four or five years old, and instead of fleeing elsewhere, he just sat in the library and flipped through books.
Not picking by category or title, he flipped through the pages of the books quickly, his technique comparable to that of a chef slicing noodles.

Normal people obviously didn’t read books in such a way, so everyone thought that Second Young Master Liu was causing unreasonable trouble.
Liu Xian’an had just finished flipping through the 13,982 books in the household by himself, and when he returned to school again, he found that the old teacher with the goatee was bobbing his head in a self-satisfied manner, still talking about pretty much the same content as a few years ago.

He was outright astounded.

After he sat down, he saw that his deskmate was still scratching his head at the content from a few years ago, as if he didn’t understand it at all.
His stupefaction level was further heightened, and after some hesitation, Liu Xian’an couldn’t help but ask: “What have you been doing all these years?”

The deskmate looked at him strangely: “Studying, of course, ah.
While people like you go out to play, we’re working hard.”

Liu Xian’an wanted to ask again, but the teacher was already standing beside him.
It was fine if this kid didn’t attend class, but he should be punished for hooking others in to chat and disturbing the order of the classroom.

Second Young Master Liu was beaten for no reason, and he never went to school again.

He also never went to the library again, because he already had three thousand avenues in his mind, a whole vivid, revolving world, and atop the sea of churning clouds, the views of the ancient sages shone like stars.
Gradually, Liu Xian’an felt that his thoughts were also floating, like a soaring bird roaming the East China Sea, existing magnificently between heaven and earth.

How small and insignificant was the body compared with the eternal mind, ah.

Liu Xian’an let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, listening to the wind blowing past his ears.
He felt extremely relaxed both physically and mentally.

Thinking of that fascinating place, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and among the thousands of drifting flower petals, a smile moved…..the whole back courtyard.
Because people in the whole city and even the whole country could not see such a beautiful scene, only the little blushing maids in the back courtyard.
They twisted their handkerchiefs as if their lives depended on it, thinking in their hearts that they must save money in the future.
In the event that they could marry the Second Young Master, he was so lazy that they would need a lot of money to be able to afford it.

The days passed one by one, and when Liu Xian’an was about to turn twenty, another piece of news came from Biahe Village, which was still related to the court and marriage.

Madam Liu was surprised: “Why this again, does the princess really like Xian’an that much?”

Liu Fushu handed her the confidential letter: “It’s not Xian’an, it’s A-Yuan.
The letter says that the emperor intends for A-Yuan to marry His Royal Highness the Third Prince.”

A-Yuan, whose name was Liu Nanyuan, was Liu Xian’an’s third sister, who was just sixteen years old this year.

As for the Third Prince that Liang Shu mentioned in the letter, he was the third son of the first emperor, and the general who currently led the army stationed in the northwest.

Master Liu had met him once when he led his disciples to the north to assist the army in the early years.
At that time, Liang Shu was just a young boy with a dagger in his hand.
He never thought that in a flash, he would reach the age to get married.

Regarding the matter of this marriage, the emperor considered it in such a way: Because he rejected the princess’s marriage to Liu Xian’an a while ago, he always felt that his actions had lost face for Baihe Village and that they needed to be appeased.
Therefore, he scoured the entire court and pinpointed this marriage……the third younger brother was sifted out, and he intended to match him with Liu Nanyuan.

Liang Shu entered the palace overnight: “Brother, think twice.”

Liu Fushu also wanted the emperor to think twice, mainly because the general had a bad reputation.
Although he was sure to win every battle, he was violent and bloodthirsty.
Among the military expenditures handed over to the Imperial court every year, there had never been the item “prisoners of war.” So where did the prisoners of war go? According to legend, there was a desert to the west of Yacheng.
The boulders and sand were stained dark red with blood, and when the strong winds blew, it was like the endless cries of thousands of ghosts, eerie and terrifying.

Therefore, courtiers often wrote letters of exhortation.
They euphemistically pointed out that although the third prince had made great achievements in battle, it was really not benevolent to kill prisoners of war.

Liang Yu sat on the dragon chair and asked indifferently: “Killing prisoners of war, have any of you cabinet ministers seen it with your own eyes?”

There was silence below.
It was bitterly cold in the Northwest, and wars were frequent, so of course none of them had ever been there.
But the prince never asked the court for expenses for the prisoners of war.
Wasn’t this true?

Liang Yu answered patiently: “Because my third brother is sympathetic to the emptiness of the national treasury, he has been saving all these years and using his salary to support the group of captives.”

The degree of fantasy in his reasoning was comparable to saying that the captives cost nothing and could survive by drinking the northwest wind.
But since the Son of Heaven said so, most of the courtiers kept silent.
Only one idiot was still shouting: “But the prince’s salary seems to be far from enough to support so many prisoners of war.”

“It turns out that Qian-daren also realizes this is a big expense.” Liang Yu raised his eyes and looked at him good-naturedly.
“That being the case, cabinet minister, you will donate a year’s salary to help the prince.”

Qian-daren: “…….”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the rest of the lords quickly found an excuse and collectively resigned for the day.

When there was no one around, only then did Liang Yu put away his smile and take out a brush to write furiously, don’t cause trouble for me in the future!

After finishing the letter, he sealed it with red wax and attached a cartload of gold and thirty jars of wine and sent it to the Northwest Military Camp overnight.

As soon as the convoy drove out of the Imperial city, everyone knew that the emperor’s favor for His Royal Highness the Third Prince was clearly written on his face.

Since then, no one dared to speak more.

Liu Fushu felt that such a person would be a fierce defender of the frontier, but when it came to getting married and cohabitating, he seemed slightly…..forget it, not slightly.
He was very, very unsuitable.

After Liu Nanyuan heard about it, she felt as if she had been hit by a bolt from the heavens.
She had always wanted to marry a delicate, gentle man, but now he suddenly became a murderous madman.
The psychological gap was too big, so, holding her handkerchief, she went to her close friend at her home and cried.
But after crying, she still refused to go home, so she hid in a teahouse and listened to other people’s storytelling.

At sunset, Liu Xian’an leisurely came looking for his sister, waving his fan.

It couldn’t be helped, he was the only one in the family who wasn’t busy.

Liu Nanyuan held her er-ge’s hand and complained: “Why should I marry?”

Liu Xian’an echoed: “Yes, why.”

Liu Nanyuan continued: “I heard that he kills people like flies.”

Liu Xian’an thought this was quite normal.
Defending the border and the country would never be like the stories from a storyteller’s mouth, filled with spring flowers and autumn moons, encircled by warblers and swallows.
But he didn’t bother to explain this to his sister, and just murmured a few perfunctory words.

When Liu Nanyuan spoke of her misery, she was about to cry again: “Er-ge, tell me, if you were me and about to be married to the prince, what would you do now?”

“If I were you and had to marry such a person,” Liu Xian’an thought for a moment, “maybe I would jump into the lake.”

After all, ever since he jumped into the lake last time, his parents never mentioned the matter of going to the library to copy books.

Liu Nanyuan lowered her voice: “Does it work?”

Based on his own experience, Liu Xian’an nodded: “It works.”

“Okay!” Liu Nanyuan patted the table.
“Then when I find an auspicious day, I will go jump into the lake!”

In the corner not far away, another group of people were listening, dumbstruck……mainly, the lieutenant general was dumbstruck.
As for Liang Shu himself, who was sitting next to him, he still appeared leisurely and casual.
His sharp eyebrows were lax, and one finger tapped the rim of his cup to the rhythm of the fisherman’s song outside the window, as if he hadn’t heard the conversation of the two siblings next door at all.
He did not come south for war this time, so since there was no need to wear the heavy armor of the battlefield, the emperor was of a mind that he would look like a dog when he met his fiance, and immediately ordered the palace staff to hastily make ten sets of new clothes.
The black robes were flowing, and he held a long sword in his hands, as dashing as the son of a noble family going out for a tour.
After drinking a pot of water in the teahouse, handkerchiefs embroidered with mandarin ducks fell in front of his eyes.

This group of people originally wanted to go to Baihe Village to meet the master of the Liu family, because the emperor firmly believed that this was an earth-shattering and peerless marriage, so he insisted on making the bachelor brother see Miss Liu with his own eyes.

Liang Shu: “This brother —”

Liang Yu: “I’ll cut the military expenditure in half.”

Liang Shu: “I will go to Baihe Village tomorrow.”

Liang Yu: “Very good.”

On the way here, all the subordinates were still sighing extravagantly.
As far as their lord’s illustrious military achievements and his dignified appearance, where was he not a sought-after item? In the case that Miss Liu looked into his eyes and couldn’t extract herself, and insisted on marrying on the threat of suicide, what should be done?

Aiya, miserable, very miserable.

As an unexpected result, they never imagined that the lady was not just unwilling, but was so unwilling that she would rather throw herself into the lake and commit suicide.

How embarrassing, how shameful!

After the Liu brother and sister left, the lieutenant general turned his head with caution and carefully observed Liang Su, who was wearing a false smile.
He tried his best to make his tone sound downcast yet loyal: “Then shall we still go to Baihe Village?”

Liang Shu lifted his fingers from the rim of the cup and gave a light nod: “We’re going.”

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