The Lady's Sickly Husband Chapter 125: Poison Triggered

It didn't need to be expressed through words!
Ning Shaoqing covered Mo Qianxue's mouth and suppressed the undercurrent within his body so that he could use authentic qi to protect Mo Qianxue's meridians and stopped the bleeding.
After this, Mo Qianxue almost passed out from the pain, while Ning Shaoqing was also pale-faced and trembled bodily.
A wave of coldness swept over in his body, making his spine stiff. He knew it wasn't good, so at once he held up Mo Qianxue and flew back towards the Wang village.
When they got back to the yard, the black-suited men had all gone. Asan and Awu and a few others were clearing the yard. He tucked Mo Qianxue into Chuyi's arms, gave Asan and Awu a look, and then went into the study.
In a hurry, Chiyi and Shiwu put Mo Qianxue in bed and began to check her injury. They didn't have the spare time to think of their lord's inner activity and believed that he was merely being angry.
Any man encountered with such a situation would stay anger for many days, they believed.
*
Outside the Tong mansion rang the scolding shout of the strange old man. Old Tong knew that his scheme was known to his old friend, waving his hand to let the servant who came to report to him that the herb had been destroyed go, and let the Tong guard lead the strange old man in.
He was going to invite the odd man into the study and have a good talk, but the doctor refused.
Under a big tree in the garden, he began to shout, "Old Tong, you make it clear. Why did you destroy my herb? Give me a reason, or I won't forgive you easily."
Mr. Tong had no choice but to let the guards leave, saying, "I didn't mean to destroy your herb, but to destroy the herb of Mr. Ning."
He had many ways to deal with others but none to deal with the strange old man, whose favorite and most cherished thing in the worlds were herbs. Now that he had destroyed the herb before him, he just couldn't swallow the anger.
Vessels around his temples popped up. If the destroyer were someone else, he would have given the person a taste of his means. The odd doctor knew more poisons than cures.
"What do you mean?"
Suppressing his rage, the odd man waited for his old friend's explanation.
His herb was going to be used to save Mrs. Ning's husband because he had made a promise. He did this for lord Lu, old madam Jian as well as Tong Zijing.
He had witnessed Tong Zijing growing up and felt pity on this boy.
Mr. Tong squinted his eyes to show ruthlessness, "I don't hope Mr. Ning gets well."
"Why?" The old strange man sneered, "Mrs. Ning had done you such a big favor. Are you going to pay her kindness with vice?"
"Because Zijing likes Mrs. Ning." Mr. Tong didn't plan to beat around the bush.
"You…" The doctor was speechless, "…Nonsense!" Why was there a person who tried to kill a woman's husband when she had saved his son?
"As long as it's for the sake of my son and the Tong family, I can do it at all costs." Mr. Tong sounded determined as if he had done a great feat.
The weird doctor was dumbfounded. Of course he understood what his friend meant was no other things than producing offspring.
In the past, he had felt pitiful on him because this proud man had led an enviable life but only had a retarded son.
They had become friends for thirty years, and in the recent three or four years, he had stayed in Tianxiang, partly to take care of old madam Jian and partly to help him cure the stupid son.
"I mistook you!" The weird doctor took three steps back, "I was wrong. I wished that I have never known you. You're a really horrible person…"
How could he cure Ning Shaoqing without the guiding herb?
Afterwards, the doctor laughed crazily to the sky, "As you wish, I'll leave Tianxiang tomorrow. We're not friends anymore. One day, if you fell ill, I'll watch and do nothing."
Then, the old strange man waved his sleeve and left.
Seeing him leaving, Mr. Tong snorted and went back to the study. He believed that one day, his son would understand his kindness.
In a long while, a person walked out from behind the tree.
Tong Zijing squeezed hard his fists, trembling. Why?
Why was he always being so self-righteous?
Why did always hurt the person that he cared most?
Why did he always do wrong things in the name of benefitting him?
Was him, in his eyes, merely a tool to produce offspring?
Was he also able to kill him if that time the disgusting plan succeeded and the bitch that he had arranged got pregnant and gave birth to children?!
Thinking of the bitch taking off her clothes and sitting on his body to take off his, Tong Zijing almost vomited his stomach out.
This was the biggest shame in his life and the most painful memory for him to recall.
After there was nothing to throw up, Tong Zijing, biting hard his lips, smashed his fists at the tree trunk again and again.
Until the flesh mangled and bleeding horribly, he finally loosened his clenched fists and turned to walk towards his own courtyard.
In fact, now what he wanted to do most was to fly to the Wang village and stand by Mo Qianxue's side and give her some comfort. However, he couldn't. His approaching would only bring more disasters to her.
He thought and concluded that the most important thing he should do was to find another herb for his brother-in-law to cure his poison, yet, currently he didn't have the ability.
Mr. Ji was right. If he wanted to protect the person he cared, he must work harder to learn how to manage the family affairs so that he could take over the position as soon as possible.
The person he cared was only Mo Qainxue. To him, she was sister, mother, the only family who gave him a sense of home!
Only when at the Ning's in the Wang village did he feel free, did he dare to laugh, to relax his nose to inhale fresh air.
Back in his small courtyard, Tong Zijing called in Tong Zhan and ordered, "Go to the Wang village and tell sister that the strange doctor was back and went to the Jian family in Tianxiang. Tomorrow he will leave Tianxiang." This was all he could do for her.
The odd man had visited him many times, all together spending more time with him than that man in these three or four years.
He believed that Tong Zijing was retarded, so he always talked to himself before him.
Therefore, Tong Zijing knew that if he would leave Tianxiang tomorrow, then today he would go to the Jian mansion to say goodbye to old madam Jian.
**
The weather in spring changed without warning. Seeing lord and lady came back, the people in the yard looked at each other and then scattered about. In a while, black clouds gathered in the sky, followed by rumbling thunders and pouring rains.
Inside, the candle lit up the room. Chuyi told Mingyue to bring over hot water, let her leave before closing the doors, and then began to check Mo Qianxue's wound.
Chiyi took medicine in her hand while wiping tears from time to time.
Chuyi cut Mo Qianxue's clothes with scissors. Instantly what came into sight was a patch of fresh red. Shiwu couldn't bear to watch it and turned aside her head, holding the candle closer for Chuyi and asking, "How is lady?"
Chuyi carefully cleaned the skin around the redness and found that the wound was only a thin line of half a finger's length at a position not deadly and it already stopped bleeding. As her intense nerves loosened a little, she, still looking grim, put her fingers at the artery near the wound to feel the pulse.
Martial artists had more or less medical knowledge, so when feeling that the pulse was weak but normal, Chuyi breathed a long sigh of relief and nervously told Shiwu, "Luckily, lord slightly turned the sword and drew it back when lady rushed over, so that it didn't stab into a fatal position. It's only a flesh wound and lord has done urgent treatment to stop the bleeding. Lady will be fine in a few days."
Chuwu was still a little nervous, "But lady passed out from the pain."
Chuyi was silent for a moment, guessing that lady had passed out due to scare, and she replied, "Probably… Lady is fragile physically and never got injured, so she's too sensitive to pain."
In fact, Chuyi's guess was right. Mo Qianxue had really scared herself out because of a high stress level.
At that moment, she had felt acute pain in the chest and thought her heart was stabbed into, and then seeing it bleeding like crazy and at the thought that the ancient village even didn't have a doctor, at once she had been made believe that the wound at her heart wouldn't be curable, so with anxiety and fear, she had passed out.
Shiwu didn't think as much as Chuyi and replied, "Yes, right. Lady is too feeble. How could she bear such a wound?"
"The wound isn't deadly, and she'll be fine soon…" Chuyi was a little upset, "but…we don't have quality medicine. I'm afraid a scar will be left…"
A noble lady must be smooth-skinned. She feared that lord Ning disliked her because of her scar.
"That's not a problem." Shiwu knew lady would be fine and cracked a smile, putting the candle aside on the desk and fumbling out a small porcelain bottle from her pocket to hand to Chuyi, "Use this."
"Frost Cream? You've been taking it with you?" Chuyi took over the bottle and recognized it at a glance.
The Frost Cream was a tribute dedicated to the imperial family. Across the whole Tianqi dynasty, there were only a few bottles. This one was left by madam. It was not only the best medicine to cure wound faster but could also prevent a scar from forming on the skin.
"Yes, madam gave it to me in case that lady might get injured, so as long as we're not home, I take it with me."
Shiwu was inattentive, but sometimes she more scrupulous than anyone else.
After clearing the wound for Mo Qianxue, the two girls helped her take off the cut clothes and prepared to clean her body with a cloth wetted with warm water.
When coming to the cinnabar on her arm, Chuyi stopped. Taking a look at Shiwu who looked so innocent, she decided not to tell her.
Chuyi got increasingly confused about lady's behavior.
By date, lady and lord had married for over half a year and slept in the same bed. Why was lady still a virgin?
However, the truth was right before her eyes. She must believe it.
Was lady willing to marry lord Ning and will go back to lord Chen?
Chuyi shook her head at the thought of the way lady eyed lord Ning.
Lady's affection towards lord Ning was heartfelt which couldn't be hidden at all, and lord Ning couldn't treat lady nicer, too.
However, in her mind, the scene that lady saved lord Chen regardless of the consequences replayed again. Then she thought of the dribs and drabs between lady and lord Chen, and got more confused.
"Shiwu. Who do you think is a better match to lady?"
"Of course, lord Ning. They're already married. What are you thinking Chuyi? You only appear to be smart."
Chuyi rolled eyes at her and cursed herself for having asked Shiwu this question. The question was meaningless because of course Shiwu liked whoever lady liked.
Not revealing her confusion, Chuyi helped Mo Qianxue get changed, tucked quilt for her, and let Shiwu go to check lord Ning.
**
Feng Yuchen, battered out of his senses, retreated to the peach forest.
At all times, he protected her. From childhood, he had promised her that he would protect her forever.
Yet, this time, she put him behind her back.
How was she now? Would that man be angry at her? Was she…
At this moment, he was totally disconcerted!
Feng Bo and Feng Luan, together with the other sixteen guards, supported each other and walked into the peach forest too. They had drawn back in a hurry upon receiving lord's signal.
They just arrived at the forest and were caught by a heavy splashing rain.
Lord stood there, still, as if he didn't hear them, as of the order wasn't issued by him.
Before they set off, lord had also been standing there, motionlessly gazing at the sunset, but what in his eyes were high spirits.
However, now he was completely decadent. The figure in rain looked so fragile. Feng Bo and Feng Luan exchanged a look and stepped forward together.
Certainly they knew what was on lord's mind.
Feng Bo said, "Lord. A few days ago, I got the news that that Mr. Ning is also called Shaoqing, the same as the eldest lord Ning in the capital. Should we pass this to the second lord Ning? Even if he wasn't that Ning Shaoqing, when the Ning people came, he would for sure suffer…"
Before Feng Bo finished, Feng Yuchen turned around and slapped him in the face to knock him down to the ground, "Do I look to care for dirty methods?"
He would look down upon himself if such filthy methods were employed. Lady Mo deserved much more than a filthy person.
Even if he wanted to fight for her, he wouldn't utilize indecent approaches.
Feng Bo kneeled on the ground, "No, lord. It's my fault. Please punish me."
Seeing this, Feng Luan kneeled down too.
In the forest, there was only silence and the rain splashing on the leaves.
Feng Yuchen didn't talk, and Feng Bo and Feng Luan didn't dare to move. The other sixteen guards stood there and didn't dare to move either.
When their lord stood in the rain, the subordinates could only stay with him and endure it.
In a long while, Feng Yuchen waved to let them get up and he himself turned around and closed his eyes again.
There was only sound of the rain in his ears. Everything around him seemed to be stepping away from him. Between heaven and earth, there was only him, from the very beginning.
The soft wind suddenly turned violent, bringing near the rumbling thunder and cracking the branches and leaves.
Claps of thunder teemed the space between the sky and the ground. 'Splash!' A whole sky of raindrops poured down as if the sky was going to collapse.
In an instant, his soaked body bathed in rain, but he didn't open his eyes but reached out to catch the raindrops and lifted his head to let them hit on his face.
Let this timely rain make him sober!
**
Shiwu just left, and Mo Qianxue slowly opened her eyes and saw Chiyi's anxious face.
She didn't die? Good. What about Ning Shaoqing? Thinking of those three distressful characters, she glanced around but didn't find that figure.
Was he angry at her?
Mo Qianxue's eyes turned from glistening to pale. Of course Chuyi saw the change clearly, leaning towards her, "Lady, are you looking for lord?"
Mo Qianxue closed her eyes, and Chuyi said, "Lord is too exhausted. After we got back, lord went to the study at once and I've let Shiwu go to check with lord."
"…" He would rather stay alone in the study than to with her?
Mo Qianxue turned her tearful face away. Chuyi didn't know how to comfort her when the door opened.
Shiwu walked in carefree and said, believing that Mo Qianxue was still asleep, "Chuyi, I knocked at the door many times, but lord just wouldn't open the door. He said nothing and let Asan drive me away. He's really angry at lady…"
She didn't receive Chuyi's hint until she walked to the bed.
When she understood it, she found that Mo Qianxue was awake. In joy, she totally forgot what she had said just now, "Lady, you're awake."
Mo Qianxue nodded spiritlessly.
He even didn't open the door? Was he punishing her? Alas… In fact, although her rushing over in anxiety to block the sword was partly to perform her promise, she had also done this for him.
Before that, she had analyzed to herself and came to the conclusion that no matter what this Feng Yuchen couldn't be killed by him. Now they were troubles with unpredictable dangers, so they could only make friends other than enemies.
At this critical moment, they couldn't afford to offend the Feng family.
It was one of the first-class noble families in Tianqi, while Feng Yuchen was the heir of it. If Feng Yuchen had been killed by Ning Shaoqing, then the consequences would be horrible to imagine.
They already had the hideous mother and son who were trying every mean to kill him. If the Feng family joined in the battle, how could he, severely poisoned, deal with all these people?
She admitted that her had acted too recklessly in that emergent situation.
But even if he was angry and didn't want to stay with her, he didn't need to drive away… Wait! Drive away? At this critical time, he didn't open the door for Shiwu and drove her away… Impossible that he was only angry.
How matter how furious he was, he wouldn't leave her alone.
Besides, why did Asan and Awu stay in the study with him?
Unless…his poison was triggered!