Looking at her dark eyes, Ouyang Shaochen could only turn all his complaints into a slight sigh and let Murong Xue hold his hand and leave.
Watching their hands holding together, the gloominess in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He then quickened his steps and followed those two.
Huo Tong stood before the bamboo chair, looking at those bouncy leeches and then turned to Dongfang Li who was half leaning on the chair, saying gingerly, âMy lord.â
Murong Xue didnât tell him anything about how to detoxify before she left. He had no idea which acupoints to put those leeches on to detoxify for his master.
Dongfang Liâs face turned dark. He got up, put on his robe nimbly and then strode away. He has been here all the time when the three of them left one after another. But no one said goodbye like he was transparent! This was humiliating!
Old Prince Jingâs passing out could either be something huge or small. He had no idea when Murong Xue would come back. Waiting here wasnât his style, âPrince Jing Mansion is putting on a good show. Letâs go have a look.â
About half an hour later, Murong Xue arrived at Prince Jing Mansion. She walked gracefully into the main courtyard along the black stone road. When she entered, she saw a sylphlike figure running towards them, âYichen, how is it? Have youâŠâ
On seeing the woman standing next to Ye Yichen, the four words âsettled the wedding dateâ got stuck in her throat.
Murong Xue was wearing a violet long dress, slim, graceful, with a pair of bland eyes. Her delicate face was totally resembled that beautiful face in her memories. The anxiety and expectations in Old Consort Jingâs eyes turned into huge shocking in an instant, âYouâŠyou are Murong Xue?â
Murong Xue nodded politely, âGreetings, my lady.â
Old Consort Jing was lost in a trance while watching her. She murmured, âYouâŠyou are so much alike.â
The original master of her body indeed looked quite like her mother. And Old Consort Jing should have been familiar with the original masterâs mother. So she was shocked? A face having disappeared ten years ago now appeared before her again. If it had been her, she would also have been shocked.
Murong Xue smiled, and peeped sideways at Ye Yichen, âWhere is your father now?â Now was not the time chitchatting with his mother. The top priority was to get Old Prince Jing treated.
âIn the room!â whispered Ye Yichen. Then he passed over Old Consort Jing and directly went into the bedroom.
Murong Xue also followed him in. Pulling the bead curtains, she saw Old Prince Jing was lying in bed, covering with a navy blue quilt, eyes closed, face ghastly pale, brows knitted, a little purple of that pair of dry lipsâŠ
Murong Xue moved slowly before the bed, stretched out a hand to feel his carotid artery. The weak pulse was felt through her finger pulp, which made her squeeze her eyes slightly.
âMy father fell in coma after spitting out some blood. Doctor Sun said he only has ten days. Can you bring him back to life?â Asked Ye Yichen softly. Actually he didnât count on her at all. Even Doctor Sun announced that his father was hopeless. Who could save him then?
âThe color of his lips looks abnormal.â Speaking of which, Murong Xue took back her hand, with something flashing in her dark eyes.
Ye Yichen flashed his eyes at his fatherâs lips and said disapprovingly, âDoctor Sun said thatâs because my father has injured his heart arteries.â
Murong Xue smiled lightly, âThatâs right. But thereâs another possibility, poison.â
Ye Yichen got startled, âYou mean my father might have got poisoned?â
âHm.â Murong Xue nodded. She had thought maybe because Old Prince Jingâs condition had worsened so he would pass out. She thought if she did acupuncture, gave give him a massage to activate the blood, he would wake up, and then she could easily cancel the engagement. She never expected he had been poisoned, which made things complicated now.
âSeriously?â asked Ye Yichen suspiciously.
Even doctor Sun from the Imperial Academy of Medicine who had practiced medicine for several decades hadnât diagnosed that his father had been poisoned. How could Murong Xue who only read a few medical books tell thatâŠ
âWhy would I lie to you?â Murong Xue glared at him and said crossly, âIf you donât believe me, you can check on his neckâŠâ
Ye Yichen moved before the bed incredulously. He lowered his head and noticed that there were three looming black vertical stripes on his fatherâs neck. No one would notice it if he didnât observe it carefullyâŠ
His father indeed got poisoned!
Ye Yichen squeezed his sharp eyes, âHow did my father get poisoned?â Who had the guts to poison his father?
âI donât know.â Murong Xue shook her head.
Ye Yichen then asked, âDonât you know medical skills? Feel his pulses and see what kind of poison it is.â
âEven Doctor Sun could not, how could I?â said Murong Xue randomly.
Actually she was from modern times and also had learnt modern poison. Telling what poison it was through looking, listening, questioning and feeling the pulses belonged to traditional Chinese medicine, which she had never learnt before. She could only tell how many times oneâs pulse beat in a minute. How could she tell what kind of poison it was through feeling the pulsesâŠ
Looking at her knitted brows, Ye Yichen didnât know why he felt so happy and put on an unnoticeable smile, âIf you canât save my father, according to the bet we have made before, you should hold the Warding-off Wedding with me.â
Although the Warding-off Wedding couldnât save his father since his father passed out because of poison but not because of the old worsened disease, they still had to hold it since their bet had come into effect.
âWho said I canât save him?â Murong Xue snickered, then took out a small cloth bag out of her sleeve. She quickly rolled it out, exposing a pile of silver needles, glittering.
Maybe she didnât know what kind of poison it was. But she could categorize it through the color of his lips, the color of his face, etc., and then she could use corresponding acupuncture of that category to detoxify him. Even if she couldnât save him, at least she could bring him to life temporarily.
Murong Xue pulled out a thin and long silver needle, which was glittering with cold light under the sun.
Ye Yichen narrowed his eyes. He had kind of bad feeling. His subconsciousness told him to stop her. But Murong Xue already pulled off the quilt and punctured the silver needle into the acupoint in his fatherâs chestâŠ
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The silver needles were punctured into his chest one after another, forming an oval shape. Murong Xue turned to a servant beside, âHold Old Prince Jing up.â
âYes!â The servant nodded. Then he moved before the bed and carefully held Old Prince Jing up.
Murong Xue took an empty bowl and put it under the chest of Old Prince Jing. Then he cut slightly on his chest with a dagger. Then a stream of black blood squirted out of the woundâŠ\n