Chapter 52. He took the potion that would kill his offspring for her sake. ...
She ran her fingertips along the man's embroidered collar and leaned close to his ear.
"It's one thing if you're too young to understand the implied meaning, but you're over thirty now, why are you still acting like a giant baby?"
Upon hearing this, the man froze and took a few steps back, tears welling up in his eyes.
He knelt down silently, crawling to pull at her clothes. His words were broken: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Sister, don't be angry, don't be angry with me... but please, please don't eat that again..."
Unable to bear the man's words any longer, she kicked him aside and sat on the couch, rubbing her forehead in frustration.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
The man muttered to himself as he crawled to her side, embracing her legs as if he were a soulless shell, fearful and trembling.
The contraceptive pill she had just taken was now acting up again, and she pressed her lips tightly together, while the man at her feet continued to cry and make a fuss.
She gazed at the man's tear-streaked face, the taut veins on his forehead, his disheveled hair hanging by his temples, and the slightly open collar revealing a glimpse of his slender white skin that blushed.
She lifted her leg and stepped on it.
She stepped on the man's chest, slowly moving downwards until she landed on the place she had once feared and longed for.
Without showing any mercy, they forcefully suppressed the burgeoning momentum.
The man, in pain, stopped crying and let out several muffled groans from his nose.
He was out of breath, his face was both pale and red, yet a strange smile crept onto his lips, and cold sweat beaded on his neck.
Leng Cuizhu wasn't in a hurry. She picked up the teacup on the table, looked at the water stains on the edge, took a sip of tea, and said, "It's so noisy."
"I won't argue anymore... I'll never argue again..."
Before the man could finish speaking, a teacup was thrown at him and hit him on the forehead, causing a lump to immediately swell up.
He lowered his head and remained silent.
Staring at the silk shoes between her legs.
She seemed to want to vent all her anger, silently stomping on the man.
The man started out smiling, but his expression became increasingly distorted as time went on. His face was contorted in pain, and he was barely holding on, looking so fragile that he seemed about to collapse and lose consciousness at any moment.
"Little Candle..." his voice was hoarse, "Little Candle..."
Leng Cuizhu's anger subsided somewhat. Hearing him call out, she withdrew her leg and drank several cups of tea to suppress the nausea.
Si Qing got up from the ground, picked up the fruit-peeling knife on the table, and shrank into a corner.
She saw it: "...What are you doing?"
The man had his back to her, his long, messy hair draped over his back, and his hands moved quickly and smoothly.
Blood splattered on the carpet.
What are you doing?
She got up and approached the man, and when she saw what he was doing with his hands, she was shocked.
The man had already used the tip of the knife to cut open the skin along the veins on his wrist, inserting the tip into the flesh and trying to pull something out.
The thing was wrapped around the cold, white tip of the knife, still alive and stirring.
Even before the living creature escaped from the flesh and blood, streams of blood flowed out, running over the wrist bones, dripping onto the silver fox carpet, and flowing all the way to the bright mirror on the wall. In the mirror, the blood on his wrist kept flowing down, like an endless red snake.
Bright red, decadent.
She had never seen such a cruel scene before. She tried to snatch the knife from the man's hand, but her hands were covered in blood. Terrified, she retreated repeatedly until she reached the wall.
Turning his head to look at his own terrified and devastated expression in the mirror, the man kneeling on the carpet had already picked something out. He lost his balance, and the creature jumped from the tip of the knife onto the wall.
He faced her and hissed at her.
It was a plump worm.
As if receiving some kind of message, the worms on her arm struggled incessantly beneath her skin, forming one bulge after another. After a short while, they vanished from her arm without a trace.
Her arm, which had been bluish for the past few days, has finally returned to normal, though she still has a lingering pain in her wrist.
The Gu worms are gone?
Si Qing crawled to her side and stabbed the worm in the mirror with a knife, shattering the entire wall of mirrors.
The worm thrashed a few times under the knife before turning to ashes.
"It's alright, it's alright..."
The man smiled at her, then clutched his wrist and fainted.
By sheer coincidence, I fell onto her shoulder.
The Gu worms are indeed gone.
Si Qing removed the mother Gu from her body, and the child Gu in her body also disappeared along with it.
The outcome was good, but the process was too horrifying. Si Qing fainted due to excessive blood loss, and the eyewitness was also so frightened that she fell ill and was bedridden.
On her first day in bed, she heard from her maid that the Marquis had ordered the entire room's decor to be changed and that herbs were being used to remove the bloodstains.
"I see... So how is the Marquis now?"
"I heard that he can already walk around."
Xiao Yu brought in several servants carrying soup, smiling as he said, "Madam, this was sent by the Marquis to help you recover!"
Those soups were all ones she had never seen before; there were sweet, salty, rich, and light varieties, all for her to choose from.
She didn't have much of an appetite, so she just pointed to a bowl of ginseng and red date soup.
The maid fed her soup, while Xiaoyu cleaned the windowsill and arranged flowers in the room.
"Alas, the Marquis has been drinking soup a lot these past few days. I have no idea what kind of treasure it is. He has repeatedly told me not to tell you, my lady."
"...He drank soup?"
"Yes, I drink it every day. The doctor said I started drinking it at the end of last month or the beginning of this month. The ingredients seem to include things like Cistanche deserticola, Tribulus terrestris, safflower, lotus stamens, Dioscorea opposita, scorpion venom... there are quite a lot of them."
Wasn't it the time they reunited at the end of last month and the beginning of this month?
Her doubts deepened: "The herb that kills offspring?"
“Yes,” Xiaoyu nodded, “and scorpion venom.”
On the second day of her confinement in bed, Si Qing came to see her.
She didn't want to see him, but worried that he might do something shocking again, so she had her maid invite him in.
How is she?
"My wife just drank bird's nest soup and is now asleep."
Leng Cuizhu covered her head with a blanket and eavesdropped on the conversation between the maid and Si Qing in front of the bed screen.
How was she yesterday?
"Yesterday I ate and slept, and after sleeping I just sat there in a daze, I had no energy."
Did she drink the soup that was brought to her?
"I drank it, but I didn't finish it. My wife said the pieces were too old and hard to chew."
"How about today? How was this morning?"
"I felt sleepy again shortly after waking up."
What about last night?
"I slept all night."
Did she mention any other names last night?
"Yes, it sounds like they're muttering something about Yin... or cursing him."
Is there anything else?
"And stop crowing, rabbits! The crowing of chickens is too noisy."
"...That's it?"
"Uh, that's all."
"And what about me?"
"...There is no Marquis."
"But my wife probably talks about the Marquis when no one is around. Perhaps she just doesn't want outsiders to hear, like me. After all, true love is often reserved and hard to express, haha..."
Si Qing frowned, walked past the maid to the bedside.
"Sister Xiaozhu... I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have been in such a hurry to question you that day, and I shouldn't have kept everything to myself and not told you, causing you unnecessary trouble."
“Actually, I had already taken the infertility medicine before we first had sex, and I have been taking medicine to reduce sperm count ever since.”
It really is true.
When Leng Cuizhu first heard about the "fertility-severing herb," she was skeptical, wondering how a man could willingly take such a thing. She herself didn't take contraceptives voluntarily, let alone the "infertility-severing soup."
Moreover, there is no such thing as a "pregnancy-inducing soup" in this world. It is just a poison made by mixing several kinds of poisonous herbs together. If you take it, you will not only lose your ability to have children, but your body will also collapse.
She didn't quite understand why Si Qing would do this, just for convenience? His actions were a bit too extreme.
She felt no emotion, only unease. After all, she wasn't some naive teenage girl anymore; she'd seen plenty of strange people.
If one's love for her is so intense that he took the potion to prevent having children, and even personally removed the worms from his body for her sake, then the hatred must be even stronger...
"Sister Xiaozhu..." The man gently shook her shoulder, sobbing repeatedly, "Please pay attention to me."
"You won't even take a look?"
Leng Cuizhu closed her eyes tightly, and the crying in her ears suddenly stopped.
After waiting for a while, there was no sound at all around her.
Did they leave?
The man leaned closer, burying his face in her hair and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She was startled, her shoulders trembled, and she snapped, "Let go!"
"Don't let go."
"We haven't seen each other for two days. I finally managed to hug you, why did you let go? Do you hate me that much... or are you still angry?"
"If you don't answer, I'll keep holding you."
She poked her head out from under the blanket, turned to glare at him, but her gaze was diverted by a piece of Xuan paper.
"Land deed?" She took the Xuan paper from the man's hand and carefully read the text on it.
It turned out to be the very piece of land that the salt merchant Li and Lord Chen wanted in the suburbs.
"You want this?" Si Qing asked, resting her head on her shoulder. "Don't you?"
"...When did you find out?" She lowered her eyes.
Si Qing knew his intentions, which she never expected. She thought he regarded their reunion as a romantic encounter.
But how did he find out?
Is my acting really that bad?
"I've always known."
"If I had to pinpoint it, it would be the first time we met again. That night, you had that same look in your eyes, like you were eyeing your prey." The man sighed. "So, I was your prey... But I was willing to accept it."
“That piece of land can be sold to you, but… it’s a prime location, and you’re not the only ones eyeing it. So, if you want to buy it, at least show me your sincerity, Lady Leng.”
She gripped the Xuan paper in her hand, staring intently at the black characters and red seal on it.
With a determined heart, she wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed him.
To be honest, she doesn't like kissing people; it's too intimate. In the past few days, she and Si Qing have been together, but they've never kissed. The man has kissed all over her body, but he's never kissed her lips.
It's just that her feelings for Si Qing weren't that deep; they hadn't reached the point where they could kiss.
In such a depraved and immoral relationship, talking about love is quite bizarre.
Their relationship was more like a transaction.
But when the moment of actual kissing arrived, all her usual fatigue vanished, and she could only feel the warm, moist lips pressed tightly against hers.
She was still holding onto the man's stiff neck, listening to his disordered breathing.
In the midst of the dizzying spin, stray hairs fell onto her cheeks, caressing her face, causing a tingling sensation that was difficult to soothe.
The gauze curtains fluttered down.
Inside the green gauze curtain, the man bit her earlobe and whispered secrets.
"elder sister……"
"Um?"
"Please don't go, okay?"
He kissed her lips again urgently, forcing her to retreat repeatedly until she had nowhere left to go. Then he pried open her lips and teeth and assaulted her like a storm.
She had undone her skirt countless times, but this time, he was unusually slow to react.
There were still traces of water on her lips.
"What's wrong?"
That's what she asked.
The man bent down and reverently kissed the faint pink scar on her waist.
He slowly moved down until his lips covered hers, gently taking her parted lips in his mouth and licking away the fluids.
Si Qing's tongue was very nimble. Perhaps because of the fever from her injury, the tip of her tongue was a little hot, and the hot air sprayed onto the side of her legs, condensing into water mist.
He was very skilled at licking, at least taking care of all her sensitive areas, and even discovering new erogenous zones, causing her to close her legs tightly and her chest to tremble.
Amidst the slurping sounds of water, she seemed to hear a few soft moans of pleasure.
At first, it was restrained, only entering her ears like drifting smoke, but later it became increasingly uncontrollable, mingling with her moans.
Their art was too sophisticated for the masses; only the two of them composed and recited it.
Afterwards, the man quietly embraced her, nestled between her half-undone, colorful clothes.
"Shall we just hold each other like this?"
"……good."
She glanced at the man at her waist, reached out to wipe the water stains between his eyebrows, and when she couldn't wipe them clean, she pulled out a handkerchief from under the pillow and wiped his face haphazardly, as if wiping a puppy's face.
Si Qing chuckled. The two had barely hugged for a moment when Xiao Yu tumbled and crawled to the bed screen, saying, "My lord, that official insists on seeing you, and we can't stop him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sound came from outside.
"Where have you locked her up? This is illegal. I have the right to escort your so-called Marquis back."
Yin Yuan said coldly, "Either take me to see her, or I will order my men to draw their swords in the name of your breaking the law."
"Oh?" Si Qing raised an eyebrow. "Please invite him in."
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