75. Detoxifying Pill

Jin Lanyue turned her head to look at Xie Wenling's calm, almost indifferent profile, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart.

It felt so heavy and uncomfortable, but she didn't know what to do.

Xie Wenling silently finished drinking the bitter medicine and noticed the unusually quiet atmosphere.

In the pitch-black darkness, the quiet he usually cherished turned into a terrifying stillness.

He fumbled to put the medicine bowl back, paused, and then slowly said, "It's alright."

I don't know who he's talking to.

The little dumpling blinked, still feeling very sad.

My mother said that if a person suddenly loses a certain ability and becomes disabled, their personality may change drastically, becoming irritable, misanthropic, hateful of everyone, and aggressive towards others.

That's why her mother told her to be careful.

But Brother Xie is still perfectly fine, still so beautiful, and so calm.

Not only did he not blame anyone, but he also actively adapted and even comforted her.

But the fact that he was so good to her only made her feel worse.

It would be better to...it would be better to scold her.

Over there, Xie Wenling fumbled around, his fingertips once again tracing the raised characters.

The little dumpling stared at him blankly.

Xie Wenling was still Xie Wenling; even though he could not see, he still stood tall like a pine tree in the snow.

She couldn't help but reach out her little hand and grab his sleeve, sniffing, "Yue'er can read now! Yue'er will read to Brother Xie! And help Brother Xie with chores!"

Xie Wenling paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

The little dumpling climbed down the soft couch, ran to the bookshelf, took a book, and climbed back up.

Xie Wenling listened to her footsteps, and a small depression appeared beside him as the soft little figure leaned against his arm.

Then came the sound of a book being turned, and sure enough, the little dumpling began to read it haltingly.

However, most of the books on his bookshelf were profound and obscure, and the little dumpling didn't see many familiar words. He could only pick out the words he knew and read them aloud, stumbling and hesitant, but he was extremely serious.

Although none of the words spoken were coherent or comprehensible.

But as Xie Wenling listened to her tender voice and smelled her sweet, inexplicably comforting milky scent, he gradually, gradually, truly relaxed.

You don't need to desperately plan for yourself, or force yourself to study or think in order to forget the pain.

He found peace again.

At that moment, he suddenly seemed to understand something.

Why do they all like this child so much?

However, the peaceful time did not last long. Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and a eunuch's shrill voice rang out: "Lord Xie, the imperial edict has arrived—"

The little dumpling's voice was suddenly interrupted.

Xie Wenling lowered his eyes, and when he looked up again, his expression remained unchanged. He simply straightened his clothes and carefully got off the bed.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees..." The eunuch unfolded the imperial edict and read out a series of rewards.

He was promoted to the Ministry of Rites and granted a nominal, sinecure of the third rank.

Admire a mansion in the suburbs of Beijing.

A reward of a thousand taels of gold...

After the eunuch left, Xie Wenling fumbled for the imperial edict and picked it up, then suddenly chuckled, "...It really is a peaceful place."

"Is Brother Xie unhappy?" The little dumpling didn't recognize the official title and tugged nervously at his sleeve.

Xie Wenling shook his head, his pale face almost transparent in the morning light: "Your Majesty is just pitying me."

He said, "A blind man is indeed only fit to do sinecure jobs."

"No!" The little dumpling's eyes reddened with anxiety. "Brother Xie is the best! Even if he can't see..."

She was very anxious and tried her best to comfort him.

Xie Wenling, however, was unable to comfort himself.

The arrival of this imperial edict was tantamount to tearing away the armor he had painstakingly constructed, revealing the bloody wounds beneath, and forcing him to once again recognize his own situation.

Just yesterday, he was the illustrious Lord Xie.

Even amidst controversy, no one can deny his future.

Some envy him, some are jealous, and some hate him. But to him, these are merely badges of honor, obstacles that he will always overcome.

But now, there's nothing left.

He became a disabled and useless person in the eyes of others.

All that envy, jealousy, and hatred vanished, replaced by pity and disdain.

Once he fell from his pedestal into the mire, he tried to climb back up, only to find that he could not see any light.

The difference is too great.

How could he not be grief-stricken and desperate?

It's just forcing myself not to think about it.

Losing his composure, Xie Wenling suddenly coughed violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

The little boy hurriedly handed over a handkerchief, only to see Xie Wenling already touching the handkerchief himself and wiping away the bloodstains.

A patch of blood stained the snow-white handkerchief.

As bright as the clothes he was wearing, yet even more glaring.

"Thank you, brother..." the little dumpling's voice trembled.

If only she could cure Brother Xie.

[Beep]

[Host's needs detected; recommended item: Detoxification Pill.]

[The antidote pill can cure poisoning, but its effect is limited.]

[Current symptoms of poisoning victim Xie Wenling: poisoning, weakness, and blindness.]

[Taking the Detoxifying Pill can treat blindness.]

【Use or not?】

The little dumpling was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

She nodded without hesitation, silently thinking: Use it!

[Host confirms use.]

[Please have the poisoned Xie Wenling take the antidote pill. The effect will be immediate.]

A small, round pill appeared in the little dumpling's hand.

The pearly white pills emitted a faint medicinal fragrance.

She immediately handed it over: "Thank you, brother. Here, take this."

"What is that?" Xie Wenling tilted his head slightly and smelled the fragrance that had suddenly appeared.

"It's...it's a medicine that can cure eye problems."

Xie Wenling frowned slightly: "Where did it come from?"

"Thank you, brother, please eat it!" The little dumpling stamped her feet anxiously, holding the pill in her little hands and bringing it to his mouth. "It really works!"

Xie Wenling remained silent for a moment before taking the pills.

He didn't doubt whether the little dumpling had any malicious intentions, but he was curious about the origin of the pills.

But after a brief moment of thought, he realized that he didn't seem to have anything to worry about.

Since things are already like this, they can't get any worse.

At worst, I'll die; that would be a relief.

So he took the pill.

The pill went down my throat and turned into a cool liquid that flowed down.

Xie Wenling suddenly covered his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

"Brother Xie?" The little girl grabbed his sleeve nervously. "What's wrong?"

Xie Wenling did not answer, but slowly lowered his hand.

"Thank you for your eyes, Brother Xie..." The little dumpling held her breath.

Xie Wenling slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes of those two people, which had been dull and lifeless just moments before, had now regained their former bright luster.

He stared in disbelief at the baby in front of him—tears still clung to her face, her big eyes filled with trepidation and anticipation.

"Really...you saw it?" The little dumpling stretched out her tiny hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Xie Wenling grabbed her small hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Mmm."

"Great!" the little dumpling cheered, jumping into his arms. "Thank you, Brother Xie, I can see now!"