He vaguely remembered the suffocating restraints and a strange scent that allowed his raging emotions to catch their breath.
"Later...later it was the young mistress...she came in."
Li Zhong lowered his voice as he recounted what had happened the previous night.
"Young Madam? Didn't I tell her to get out?"
Lu Qianhan frowned slightly; this title felt unfamiliar and abrupt to him.
The woman who was forced upon him by his father to bring him good luck in marriage?
He only had a vague image in his memory: a woman in a bright red wedding dress.
And that slender, fearless figure at the door last night.
He remembered that he seemed to have thrown something at her, but she didn't leave; she still kept her unusually calm and clear eyes open.
"Yes, the young mistress said that since she has already married into the Lu family, and you are not feeling well, she should at least say goodbye to you before leaving."
"After the young mistress came in, she used some method to prick several acupoints on your head with silver needles while you were slightly distracted, and you fell asleep."
Butler Li noticed the fleeting look of doubt in the young master's eyes and continued his report.
Silver needles?
Lu Qianhan's gaze suddenly froze.
The chaotic fragments of memory from last night seemed to become a little clearer.
Yes, the throbbing pain in his head disappeared, followed by an irresistible wave of drowsiness and relaxation.
He had tried acupuncture, a traditional Chinese medicine treatment, for decades, but it had no effect on his illness.
But last night, he fell asleep just from that woman's silver needles?
Lu Qianhan, who had been leaning lazily against the back of the chair, unconsciously straightened up slightly.
This subtle change did not escape the notice of Steward Li.
"She also knows medicine?"
Lu Qianhan's voice carried a hint of surprise, no longer completely indifferent.
"The information shows that the young mistress's maternal grandfather was a doctor."
"The young mistress's acupuncture technique was extremely fast and accurate, unlike anything I've ever seen before. After just one needle, you gradually calmed down, young master. She even took your pulse and said..."
"They said the pulse was wiry and rapid, indicating liver qi stagnation."
Butler Li affirmed, his tone even carrying a hint of barely perceptible admiration. He paused, recalling Zi Xi's cool voice from that time.
Lu Qianhan repeated those eight words in a low voice, a faint, cold smile curving his lips, as if he were mocking her.
These eight words pinpointed the crux of his long-standing, unspoken problem, more direct and even extremely accurate than any of the pronouncements of renowned doctors he had ever heard.
He suddenly remembered that during the chaos of last night, he seemed to have smelled a very faint fragrance.
Could that fragrance... be coming from that woman?
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the sachet, which he brought to his nose and smelled. Sure enough, the scents were very similar.
A bride who was supposed to be brought in to bring him good luck was not terrified by his crazy behavior the night before and cried her eyes out. Instead, she dared to approach him despite his anger.
He had watched the surveillance video of himself going crazy. No matter who was insane, he was a little scared when he watched it for the first time when he was sober.
Moreover, he even hurt his father and relatives.
How could such simple acupuncture calm him down when he was at his most agitated?
A hint of curiosity, which he himself was unaware of, stirred a small ripple in the still lake of his heart.
"Butler Li."
He looked up at Butler Li, his phoenix eyes still showing signs of fatigue.
"Young master, what are your orders?"
"Please bring this...Miss Shen, over here."
Lu Qianhan's voice returned to its usual coldness, but carried an unquestionable command.
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