He was still holding Lan Shuang's hand, unconsciously using some force. Lan Shuang groaned softly, and Xin Wujiang immediately let go and put her hand back into the quilt. He turned around and lowered his voice very low, with a bit of fierceness: "Get out."
The Imperial Master's face suddenly turned cold. It had been a long time since anyone had yelled at him like this, but now was not the time to worry about this. He glanced at Lan Shuang's condition. If he took the antidote after the poison had taken effect, the effect would be reduced. The poison would still take effect and it would take a while for it to wear off.
He turned and ordered the maids who had hurried over: "Go prepare some hot water and a hot water bottle to warm the Saint."
"yes."
The maids took the order and left. The Imperial Master then stood up and walked out. Xin Wujiang stood in the courtyard with his back to him. Heavy snow had already covered the ground. The fluttering snow fell on him, but he did not even brush it off. His back looked cold and sharp, like a sword ready to strike.
The Imperial Master walked slowly down the stairs. Hearing the rustling sound of footsteps, Xin Wujiang turned around and locked his cold gaze on the Imperial Master's face in an instant. Without waiting for the Imperial Master to speak, he struck at him with his palm as a blade.
The powerful energy seemed to have a physical form, parting the falling snow and heading straight for the Imperial Master's neck.
The Imperial Master stepped back suddenly, raised his hand, and swept his wide sleeves in front of Xin Wujiang like clouds. Xin Wujiang dodged sideways. There were three sounds of "knock, knock, knock". Xin Wujiang glanced and saw three silver needles stuck in the tree trunk behind him.
"Oh, you low-class thing." Xin Wujiang snorted coldly, and swept his long legs across, kicking the national teacher's lower body. The national teacher leaped up, his white clothes dancing like a white butterfly in the snow, while Xin Wujiang was wearing a black brocade robe, and the silver threads flickered with his movements under the light of the snow.
Coupled with Xin Wujiang's sharp and fierce eyes, he looks like a lone wolf in the snow.
Neither of them held back, and every move was aimed at the other's vital points, both wanting to kill the other.
This was a real fight. The maids were standing in the corridor, worried and didn't dare to try to stop the fight or make a sound. They were trembling with fear.
No matter who dies, what will the saint do?
With a "bang", the two men faced each other with their palms, and a powerful force swept through. The trees on both sides shook violently, snow fell down, and white foam floated in the air. Their eyes met, and the murderous intent seemed to be tangible.
No one was willing to retreat first, as retreat would mean defeat. However, not long into the standoff, the Imperial Master's face turned pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from his lips, dripping onto the snow, turning into a field of plum blossoms.
Xin Wujiang laughed sarcastically: "Nothing more than that."
He still had some strength left, and with a slight push, the Imperial Master stumbled back a few steps, his body unstable and about to fall. The maids rushed forward to support him: "Sir—"
The Imperial Master raised his hand to stop them, shook himself twice to steady himself, and looked at Xin Wujiang with a cold gaze: "General Xin's martial arts are outstanding. I am ashamed of myself for not being as good as him."
Xin Wujiang said disdainfully: "Your mind is full of confusion. Your martial arts training is like a half-empty bottle, and the same goes for people."
The Imperial Master narrowed his eyes, "What did you say?"
"What kind of poison did you give Lan Shuang?"
Xin Wujiang didn't bother to waste time talking to him. He turned his palm upwards and said, "Antidote."
He then added, "I don't want an antidote that just delays the onset of the poison. I want one that can actually cure it."
"Why should I give it to you?"
The Imperial Master straightened up, took two deep breaths, swallowed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and asked with all his might.
"My engagement with Lan Shuang was officially confirmed by His Majesty. I am her legitimate fiancé. A married woman must obey her husband. From now on, Lan Shuang will be my wife. What's wrong with me finding medicine for her?"
Xin Wujiang was very confident and righteous, and not at all false.
The Imperial Master was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "I am her adoptive father. As long as she is not married, she is my daughter. As an outsider, you have no right to interfere in how I treat her."
"Really?" Xin Wujiang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was about to attack again when the maid in the room suddenly ran out: "The Saint is awake!"
The Imperial Master turned around immediately and said, "Let me take a look."
Xin Wujiang gritted his teeth, leaped up, and passed over the head of the national teacher. He landed in the corridor before him and strode up the stairs and walked inside.
Imperial Master: “…”
Xin Wujiang walked in feeling cold. After lifting a few curtains, he suddenly remembered that Lan Shuang was afraid of the cold. He slowed down his pace, turned around and ran to the fireplace to warm himself up.
The Imperial Master glanced at him, confused, and went into the inner room before him. Xin Wujiang didn't say anything.
Lan Shuang had woken up at this time, leaning against the head of the bed, with a soft pillow behind her back and a hand warmer in her hand, but her face was still very pale.
The maid brought a bowl of ginger soup and fed it to her, and Lan Shuang mechanically opened her mouth and drank it.
Hearing the footsteps and seeing that it was the Imperial Master who came in first, Lan Shuang's eyes dimmed slightly.
The Imperial Master felt a sharp pain in his heart and his pace slowed down, "Shuang'er..."
Lan Shuang pulled her lips slightly, revealing a pale smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, please sit down."
The maid brought a stool for him to sit next to. The Imperial Master's eyes were always on Lan Shuang, but except for a glance at him when he just came in, she ignored him afterwards, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Today is not the day for your poison to break out. I didn't expect you to break out early. It was my negligence. I will have someone prepare medicine here in the future. If you feel unwell, take one in advance."
Lan Shuang found it amusing and looked up at the Imperial Master: "So, my Lord... I'm about to get married, but you still won't give me the antidote, right?"
The Imperial Master shut up instantly.
Seeing him like this, Lan Shuang didn't bother to ask anymore. His attitude was very clear. He didn't want to detoxify her so easily, so no matter how much he said, it would be useless.
The footsteps sounded again. Lan Shuang looked up and saw Xin Wujiang walking in. He didn't even glance at the Imperial Master. He walked straight to the bed and sat down. He put his palm against Lan Shuang's face and said, "It's still so cold."
There was a tone of heartache in Lan Shuang's voice, which softened her heart. She spoke in a much softer tone, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, just a little cold."
As she spoke, Lan Shuang noticed something was wrong. She leaned forward and smelled the scent on Xin Wujiang's body.
This action was also like that of a kitten. Xin Wujiang asked with amusement, "What are you smelling?"
"Why don't you smell like snow? You're warm."
Lan Shuang looked up at him in confusion.
Xin Wujiang held her face in his hands to warm her up and said, "I was afraid that if you stayed outside for too long, it would be cold and you would get frozen if you came in, so I kept you warm by the stove for a while."
Lan Shuang was stunned and her face suddenly turned red.
888 couldn't help but sigh: "This is too good! Although he has a dull expression, these little details are really touching!"
"I can't take it anymore." The villain in Lan Shuang's heart lay down immediately.
"Stop pushing. I can't hold it anymore." 888 also lay down in the space.
Lan Shuang laughed, put down the hand warmer, held Xin Wujiang's hand, and kissed his fingertips, "The general is a caring person."
The imperial teacher's face turned green.
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