Chapter 36

Chapter 36:

Although Lu Wancheng was seriously ill, under Lin Qingyu’s careful care, there were very few times of embarrassment and he never vomited blood. He couldn’t save Lu Wancheng’s life, but at the very least, he could let him walk cleanly and with dignity.

Nasty things like blood should never appear on his body.

Lu Wancheng vomiting blood seemed to have turned on the switch for the poison to release. More and more gushed out. After a while, it dyed red the front of his clothes and the brocade quilt. He then fainted.

“Eldest Young Master,” Hua Lu cried, “Eldest Young Master, please don’t scare this servant...”

“Shao-shaojun, what do we do!”

The servants of the Blue Wind Pavilion had never been faced with this sort of battle. All the servants were flustered, waiting for Lin Qingyu to take charge of the situation.

After Lu Qiaosong hit the back of his head against the pillar, he was sent kneeling to the ground by several servants. He had lost all dignity as a young master. Seeing so much blood, he remembered how he’d done the same all over that singer that day. His eyes were about to split and his eyes were red as he shouted happily, “Lin Qingyu, do you see? Your husband vomited so much blood. He’s going to die. No matter how good you are at medicine, no matter how many thousand-year fleeceflower root you give him, you won’t be able to save him!”

Lin Qingyu looked at him and suddenly let out a low laugh. That voice carried a chill that pierced through the bone. Paired with his face, there was unexpectedly a sense of bewitching coquettish-ness, sending chills down peoples’ spines.

When Lu Qiaosong came back to his senses, he was “invited” out by the servant of the Blue Wind Pavilion. The curtains in front of the bed were lowered, and only the shadows of the figures behind could be seen.

Lin Qingyu was busy all through til midnight. It could be said that he saved Lu Wancheng’s life. The servants helped Lu Wancheng wipe off the blood and put on clean clothes and bedding. Lu Wancheng lay quiet and peaceful, sleeping, spotless, as if feeling no pain at all.

Lin Qingyu watched him for a while. The main courtyard sent servant to deliver a message, saying that the Madam was asking the Shaojun to come over.

Lu Qiaosong had ran to the Blue Wind Pavilion to make a scene, making his seriously ill brother vomit blood. This was considered a major event in the house, and even Nan’an Hou was also disturbed. After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, he said angrily, “Where is that unfilial son now!”

Now that the matter had blown up to this point, Liang Shi no longer kept up the pretense of being a loving mother to Wancheng. Making concessions in order to gain advantages, sobbing and sniffling, she said, “Master Hou knows that Wancheng is ill, but do you remember that Qiaosong is also ill?”

“How can his illness be compared to Wancheng’s?! He knew that his brother was seriously ill, but he went to the Blue Wind Pavilion to kick up a fuss, spouting insolent remarks. Should he not be punished?”

“Naturally, he should be punished. It’s just that after Qiaosong was kicked out of the Blue Wind Pavilion by the servants, he unexpectedly fainted. The doctor said that his body was weak and that he mustn’t get angry. Saying so may sound bad but, Wancheng... he is already like this. Does Master Hou really want to punish Qiaosong while he is ill, possibly worsening his condition!” Liang Shi wiped away tears, observing Nan’an Hou’s expression, “Master Hou doesn’t know but Qiaosong just found a cure for his unmentionable illness. He was too eager to get well, wishing to provide descendants for Master Hou. In his eagerness, he impulsively contradicted his elder brother and his wife. If Master Hou wishes to punish him, I, his mother, have nothing to say. My only request is that Master Hou wait for him to feel better before punishing him...”

Having no descendants has always been a matter of utmost concern for Nan’an Hou. Hearing Liang Shi say that Lu Qiaosong’s unmentionable illness had hope of being cured, he couldn’t help but waver. “Is what you say true?”

Liang Shi nodded again and again. “I wouldn’t dare deceive Master Hou.”Fôllôw new stories at no/v(e)lb/in(.)com

Lin Qingyu watched on with cold eyes, only feeling that these two were wasting his time.

Nan’an Hou glanced at Lin Qingyu and said, “Forget it, let the two of them recuperate first. Other matters will be discussed later.”

Lin Qingyu walked out of the main courtyard and Huan Tong immediately greeted him. “Young Master, what did Master Hou say?”

Lin Qingyu sneered. “Were you still counting on him?”

Huan Tong couldn’t believe it. “But the Third Young Master made Young Master Hou vomit blood. It can’t be that he just plans to let this matter go, right?”

“Enough.” Lin Qingyu said, “Go and find Zhang Shiquan.”

Lu Wancheng slept for three days before waking up.

Lin Qingyu had a complete picture of the situation in the Eastern Palace, but when he talked to Lu Wancheng, he only told him the first half: Xiao Cheng had a headache, the imperial doctors were helpless. If this dragged it on, medicines and treatments would be ineffective, even Hua Tuo would find him difficult to treat.

Hearing this, Lu Wancheng said, “Then does that mean I don’t need to drink the medicine anymore? The poison is really painful.”

Lin Qingyu’s chest clenched and he said, “If you don’t want to drink, don’t drink it.”

Lu Wancheng looked at him for a while, then laughed, “This maneuver was truly well done. It is worthy of appreciation – Hua Lu.”

Hua Lu brought in a wooden box carved from mahogany. It had five layers and seven to eight drawers, large and small. There were handles on top, holes are punched on both sides through which strong cloth ropes were passed through – this was a medicine box that a doctor carried on his back when he went out.

Lin Qingyu noticed that there was a strange symbol engraved in an inconspicuous corner of the medical box. It was the symbol that Lu Wancheng drew on the paper last time.

“I asked the carpenter to make it according to the drawings I designed,” Lu Wancheng said. “In the future, when you enter the Imperial Hospital, you should carry this medicine box with you when you go out.”

Lin Qingyu smiled. “Thank you.”

Looking at the smiling face of the person beside him, Lu Wancheng couldn’t hold back and said, “They say one should return politeness for politeness. Won’t you give me a gift in return?”

Lin Qingyu asked, “What do you want in return?”

Lu Wancheng thought about it seriously and put on a distressed look: “Ah, I still want to see what Doctor Lin looked like in his wedding dress.”

Lin Qingyu: “...”

For him, marrying another man as a male wife had been the thing most against his will that he had ever done. Even if the person he married turned out to be his friend and confidant, it cannot change this. To have him wear a wedding dress again was tantamount to reminding him of the humiliation at that time.

However, if Lu Wancheng really wanted to see it that much, it wasn’t impossible for him...

Before he could respond, Lu Wancheng reached out, trying to touch the long hair hanging down on his chest. Maybe he found it dazzling, Lu Wancheng tried several times but failed to catch it.

“Look, you’re all tangled about it.” Lu Wancheng smiled triumphantly, “I’m joking, can’t you hear it?”

“I can’t.” Lin Qingyu said softly, “You always do this.”

Make it so that people are unable to tell true from not.

Lu Wancheng said that he wouldn’t drink the medicine but then he still obediently took it as scheduled.

That night, Lin Qingyu watched Lu Wancheng fall asleep. There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Hua Lu came running in, out of breath. “Shao-Shaojun!”

Lin Qingyu raised his hand to signal her to lower her voice. “What happened?”

Hua Lu panted. “Third Young Master... He’s gone.”

Lin Qingyu asked, “What do you mean by gone?”

“He’s dead!”

Lin Qingyu said “oh”. He covered Lu Wancheng with the quilt, and said softly, “I’ve done something bad again, Wancheng.”