Dead...
Heh.
The enormous pain in his heart clenched tightly, his lips were turning blue, and suddenly he staggered, his shoulder crashing into a row of shelves.
"Young Master!!"
The guard accompanying Qinghe was instantly alard and hurried to support Qinghe’s body. But this ti, Qinghe’s illness was more severe than ever before.
What is happening?
These years of recuperation, the young master had recovered greatly, how could he suddenly...
Qinghe pressed his hand to his chest.
"dicine..."
The pain in his heart made his voice hoarse and broken.
Dong Huiying was very close by and inexplicably felt the voice was sowhat familiar, but on closer thought, it seed she had never heard such a hoarse voice before.
She glanced over and saw the guard helping Qinghe to sit on a chair.
The guard hurriedly took a small dicine bottle from his chest, placing a pill into Qinghe’s lips, but Qinghe’s face was turning blue and white, his breath labored, the dicine’s effect yet to take place, and the heart pain persisted. He gasped for air, breathing with difficulty, his body lightly trembling, instantly appearing weak and gravely ill.
"Young Master!" The guard’s eyes filled with redness.
Dong Huiying frowned slightly.
She suddenly recalled how Shu Yu had been bedridden in the past, and this person’s face... Never mind, though his attire suggested he was of either wealth or nobility, she generally avoided trouble, but for today, she decided to do a good deed.
"Let take a look, I’m a doctor."
Dong Huiying approached, and the guard beside Qinghe imdiately looked wary. But Qinghe weakly waved his hand. He slled the dicine fragrance on this person but was too suspicious to let this woman near him. His hand gesture was actually a signal to his people not to make a move and not to escalate things; he had left the palace today without the Eighth Princess knowing.
The guard held the sword hilt, while Dong Huiying didn’t touch Qinghe, just glanced over him. Observing Qinghe’s complexion, his appearance during the attack, she sniffed the previous dicine the guard had given Qinghe.
"Oh? It’s Gu Poison, Mother-child Mind-bewildering Gu? Interesting," she, skilled in Gu Art, already discerned that the Gu this person was afflicted with was indeed the Mind-Bewitching Gu, but it seed significantly weakened, far from its peak state. The dicine Qinghe took was more like a poison, specifically for killing Gu insects.
"Wife master?" It was at this mont Yixuan returned.
Dong Huiying turned her head to look at Yixuan, gave a small smile, then addressed the sickly-looking man, "dicine is three parts poison, not to ntion what you’re taking is pure poison. Your heart pain stems from Mind-Bewitching Gu’s backlash, I advise you to expel the poisonous blood from your body, or you won’t live long."
Afterwards, she took Yixuan’s arm, and the boy servant in the store had already wrapped the fabric she purchased. She looked at Yixuan with a bright smile, "Let’s go back."
Her gaze at Yixuan was filled with tenderness, Yixuan grasped her hand, then glanced subtly at the man afflicted with Gu Poison.
This person...
His suspicious gaze lingered on the man’s face for a mont.
Then he withdrew his gaze, walking out of the cloth store with his wife master.
Dong Huiying sighed, "Truly fate."
"Oh?" Yixuan remained unruffled, "Wife master, are you perhaps... interested in him?"
Dong Huiying rolled her eyes, "What nonsense are you thinking? I already have you all." She said this because, "Didn’t you notice? I almost thought he was your long-lost brother. You see, the six of you do bear so resemblance to each other in appearance, and he also looks quite like you all. Plus, Zhi Chen was also once afflicted with the Mind-Bewitching Gu, and so is he... which is why I said, truly fate."
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