Chapter 129 - Detoxifying

Chapter 129: Detoxifying

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

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, “My lord.”

Murong Xue didn’t 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 Li’s 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 Jing’s passing out could either be something huge or small. He had no idea when Murong Xue would come back. Waiting here wasn’t his style, “Prince Jing Mansion is putting on a good show. Let’s go have a look.”

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, “Yichen, how is it? Have you…”

On seeing the woman standing next to Ye Yichen, the four words “settled the wedding date” 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 Jing’s eyes turned into huge shocking in an instant, “You…you are Murong Xue?”

Murong Xue nodded politely, “Greetings, my lady.”

Old Consort Jing was lost in a trance while watching her. She murmured, “You…you are so much alike.”

The original master of her body indeed looked quite like her mother. And Old Consort Jing should have been familiar with the original master’s 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, “Where is your father now?” Now was not the time chitchatting with his mother. The top priority was to get Old Prince Jing treated.

“In the room!” 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 lips…

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.

“My father fell in coma after spitting out some blood. Doctor Sun said he only has ten days. Can you bring him back to life?” Asked Ye Yichen softly. Actually he didn’t count on her at all. Even Doctor Sun announced that his father was hopeless. Who could save him then?

“The color of his lips looks abnormal.” Speaking of which, Murong Xue took back her hand, with something flashing in her dark eyes.

Ye Yichen flashed his eyes at his father’s lips and said disapprovingly, “Doctor Sun said that’s because my father has injured his heart arteries.”

Murong Xue smiled lightly, “That’s right. But there’s another possibility, poison.”

Ye Yichen got startled, “You mean my father might have got poisoned?”

“Hm.” Murong Xue nodded. She had thought maybe because Old Prince Jing’s 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.

“Seriously?” asked Ye Yichen suspiciously.

Even doctor Sun from the Imperial Academy of Medicine who had practiced medicine for several decades hadn’t diagnosed that his father had been poisoned. How could Murong Xue who only read a few medical books tell that…

“Why would I lie to you?” Murong Xue glared at him and said crossly, “If you don’t believe me, you can check on his neck…”

Ye Yichen moved before the bed incredulously. He lowered his head and noticed that there were three looming black vertical stripes on his father’s neck. No one would notice it if he didn’t observe it carefully…

His father indeed got poisoned!

Ye Yichen squeezed his sharp eyes, “How did my father get poisoned?” Who had the guts to poison his father?

“I don’t know.” Murong Xue shook her head.

Ye Yichen then asked, “Don’t you know medical skills? Feel his pulses and see what kind of poison it is.”

“Even Doctor Sun could not, how could I?” 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 one’s pulse beat in a minute. How could she tell what kind of poison it was through feeling the pulses…

Looking at her knitted brows, Ye Yichen didn’t know why he felt so happy and put on an unnoticeable smile, “If you can’t save my father, according to the bet we have made before, you should hold the Warding-off Wedding with me.”

Although the Warding-off Wedding couldn’t 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.

“Who said I can’t save him?” 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 father’s chest…

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, “Hold Old Prince Jing up.”

“Yes!” 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 wound…