Chapter 35: I Feel Bad For Him

ang, listen to me carefully. Your heart and your eyes can only hold me!"!"An Xuetang was dumbfounded, so what was going on now!"But the next second, she said with a mocking tone, "So are you telling m...Mò Yún Jǐng's entire body was huddled in a corner of the bed, trembling all over, his face pale as death, with ice crystals on his eyebrows.

An Xue Tang grasped his arm and felt his pulse.

As expected, Mo Yunjing's poison took effect.

She knew that when he had a bout of poisoning, it would start with him getting completely cold, a bone-chilling kind of coldness.

After a chill, it immediately became hot, like being roasted over a fire.

The one who poisons someone wants them to suffer endlessly.

Looking at Mo Yunjing's distressed appearance, An Xuetang wished she could dismember the person who poisoned him a thousand times!

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing lie still, bear with me for a bit, I'll give you an acupuncture."

She soothed him with a gentle hand on his face, speaking softly and reassuringly.

At first, when Mo Yun Jing was touched, he immediately showed an aura of murderous intent. But when he struggled to open his eyes and saw the person beside him was An Xue Tang, his murderous intent vanished instantly.

"It'll be alright soon, just lie still," An Xue Tang softly soothed, taking out her silver needles to pierce the acupuncture points on his head.

Then, she quickly tore at Mo Yun Jing's clothes. Usually, she would tease him about his perfect figure, but right now, she was so anxious that she was sweating, and couldn't even think about taking advantage of the situation.

He was left with only one dress, she applied acupuncture for about a quarter of an hour, and Mo Yunjing's face finally regained some color.

Immediately following, An Xuetang did not dare to delay. After putting away the silver needles, she turned and went to the kitchen.

It was already evening, she went to the kitchen in the dark and boiled water, adding herbs to it.

Mòyúnjǐng's cold symptoms were under control, but the heatstroke was about to begin. She had to cool the medicine quickly.

When she entered the room again, Mo Yunjing's fever had indeed come back.

She quickly wiped him down, again and again tirelessly, from head to toe. Besides special places she felt embarrassed to touch, she wiped everything else over and over, not even sparing his toes.

Throughout the entire process, Mo Yunjing remained nearly silent, his consciousness hazy and his face unnaturally red.

An Xuetang rubbed him for about a quarter of an hour, and his body finally wasn't so hot.

At this moment, Mo Yun Jing's consciousness had recovered somewhat. He turned his head slightly and looked at her with his deep eyes, "Tangtang, take a rest. I'm fine."

An Xuetang feigned anger and glared at him, "Save some strength for later."

"As she cleaned up the medicine bowl, she muttered, “If you hadn’t insisted on going out today and making such a mess of things here, you wouldn't have gotten poisoned tonight. Don't you know that if this poison attacks your body a few more times, you'll be dead.”

Mo Yunjing knew she was concerned about him, and at this moment he smirked, "As long as Tangtang is here, I know I'll be fine."

“...”

"Though I'm capable, I can't do everything!"

After saying that, she went out the door carrying the medicine bowl.

Although his compliments still made her happy, she was still worried about his health.

When An Xuetang returned, Mo Yunjing was already asleep. She didn't disturb him, she tiptoed onto the bed and lay as far away from him as possible.

She was worn out from a long day and fell asleep almost as soon as she lay down.

When her breathing grew steady, Mo Yunjing on the side slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

He could see clearly even in the dark. Watching An Xue Tang sleep, he frowned. He raised his hand and gently stroked her forehead, smoothing it out for her.

He suddenly pulled her over and had her lean against him, and they fell asleep together under the covers.

An Xuetang didn't know that someone was crying silently for her tonight.

At this moment, in Li Zheng's house, Dongger had locked himself in his room. His parents called him out to eat something, but he pretended not to hear them.

"What shall we do" Mistress Li looked at her husband, Mr. Li, with some concern.

"Li Zheng shook his head and pursed his lips, "Let's just do this for tonight. We can talk about anything else tomorrow."njured or not, he truly didn't care much. What he wanted to know now was, why wasn't the Emperor tending to his wounds at this time and letting people investigate who did it Instead, he called them al...