Chapter 125 Who do you like?
However, this time the poison attack was extremely fierce. The blood released by the silver needle was an ominous purple-black color, and sucking out the poisonous blood had little effect.
Wen Ning felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been immersed in an ice cave in the coldest days of winter.
They could only watch helplessly as he was burned by invisible flames from deep within his internal organs. Every inch of his muscles was wildly tensed and twisted due to the extreme burning pain, and the surrounding ice water seemed to be evaporated by the inner heat.
Even though she had accompanied him through countless bouts of torment from the poison, every time the bone-eating and heart-searing pain came again, the deep panic and helplessness in her heart would still surge up, making her completely confused.
The man's remaining consciousness caused his red eyes to snap open. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he let out a broken yet fierce roar from between his teeth, "Get out! Get out!!"
It was an inhuman torture that burned from the inside out, almost burning flesh, blood and bones to ashes.
He didn't want to, and couldn't bear for her to see him in such a miserable state, looking like a wild beast.
But Wen Ning refused!
She threw herself on him, hugged him tightly, buried her face in his hot neck, and tried to steady him with her meager strength.
Even when Xie Jinglan was in a state of confusion and almost driven crazy by the severe pain, the last bit of his remaining sanity still held him tightly together, determined not to hurt her.
This torture lasted for two hours. The man's strength was finally exhausted and he fell asleep from exhaustion.
As dusk deepened, when Xie Jinglan woke up, he was as lively as usual, as if the horrific torture he had suffered during the day was just a dream.
Even so, Wen Ning didn't allow him to get out of bed.
She prepared the meal silently, sat beside the bed, held a bowl of chicken soup, and fed it to him one spoonful at a time after blowing it cool carefully.
Xie Jinglan was extremely obedient, drinking every sip with great satisfaction, as if being taken care of by her like this was the best thing in the world.
After drinking one bowl, he would drink another until most of the chicken soup in the earthenware pot was gone.
Wen Ning knew that this time the poison attack was different from the previous ones. The pain was so severe that it ate into his bones and seared his heart. If he didn't have a will as strong as a rock, he would probably collapse mentally in an instant, or even... commit suicide to seek relief.
I'm afraid that if this happens a few more times, no matter how strong my will is, my body will be corroded by the poison and will not be able to withstand it. By then, even if the master develops the antidote, it will probably be too late.
Thinking back to yesterday when he braved the heavy snow and rushed back to the capital for who knows how many hours, and then waited outside the palace gate for such a long time, he was overworked and overexerted, which might be the cause of the vomiting of blood and the poison.
Thinking of this, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, her eyes became hot, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
Xie Jinglan was stunned, and immediately took the bowl and spoon from her hands and put them aside, then reached out and held her in his arms.
He frantically wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, his voice unconsciously softening, "Ning'er, what's wrong? Are you... worried about me?"
Wen Ning raised her tearful eyes, hating him for not taking care of his body yesterday.
As she watched him sleep, her mind was in a mess and she thought a lot.
She couldn't help but choke up and said, "The Marquis's poison was so fierce today. I'm afraid it was because he was worried about me in the palace yesterday, and he worked day and night, exhausted. Ning'er just thought about it and felt that the Queen's behavior this time would probably make a fuss about Ning'er's life experience in the future.
If Ning'er's existence will become the source of disaster, then it would be better... it would be better for me to leave on my own. You and I will be strangers from now on, with no connection to each other. This is better than the Marquis having a quarrel with the palace because of me in the future, and facing a bad fate... "
Upon hearing this, Xie Jinglan's face suddenly darkened.
He didn't expect that a single attack of the poison would make her think so much, even to the most decisive point.
Even though her analysis was correct, he couldn't bear to hear a single word!
Xie Jinglan grabbed her wrist and stared at her with a sharp gaze, "Ning'er! What nonsense are you talking about again!"
The man's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger.
"Even though I, Xie Jinglan, knew the road ahead would be thorny, I never thought of retreating. If Ning'er didn't want to have anything to do with the palace, I would even consider moving my family to the border for her. I never had the slightest thought of parting with you!"
"But you?"
His eyes were filled with pain and confusion, even a hint of grievance of being abandoned. "You always push me away like this! Wen Ning, have you never truly thought about standing shoulder to shoulder with me? Have you never believed that I can protect you? Or even... have you never considered me as an option?"
"No...it's not like that!"
Wen Ning was deeply hurt by the undisguised pain and grievance in his eyes. She shook her head vigorously, "That's not the case. My Lord, have you ever considered that this incurable poison in you... perhaps, perhaps it was caused by my master?"
Xie Jinglan looked at her deeply, not showing the slightest surprise. He simply replied calmly, "Yes, but so what?"
Wen Ning said, "Just like this poison, although it wasn't Ning'er who inflicted it, it's still connected by countless invisible threads. Ning'er knows she's weak and insignificant, and I'm afraid that this entanglement won't only fail to help the Marquis, but will instead drag him deeper into the quagmire, leaving him no chance to detoxify..."
"Ning'er isn't weak, but fate has repeatedly pushed her into whirlpools. What she's experienced is far beyond what an ordinary woman could bear."
Xie Jinglan accurately grasped the fear at the core of her words, his phoenix eyes staring directly at her, "So, in the final analysis, Ning'er is afraid of my death, right?"
Wen Ning almost instinctively reached out her hand, and her trembling fingertips suddenly covered his lips, preventing the ominous word from coming out.
She lowered her eyebrows, as if she had exhausted all her courage, and confessed her deepest true feelings, "How can I not be afraid of losing the person I love?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Jinglan's body suddenly stopped, and the pupils in his usually bottomless phoenix eyes trembled slightly uncontrollably.
He seemed to have heard something extremely incredible, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.
After reacting, he asked again in a hoarse voice,
"Ning'er just mentioned... the person she loves?"
He held her gaze tightly, not allowing her to avoid it even a little bit. "Who is the person Ning'er loves?"
Wen Ning was forced to reveal herself by his direct and passionate questioning. Her cheeks instantly burned hot. She pressed her hands against his chest, which kept approaching, and lowered her eyelashes in embarrassment. "My Lord... why do you ask such questions when you already know the answer..."
"No." Xie Jinglan interrupted her firmly. With an imperceptible tremor, his fingertips pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her sparkling eyes and look at him.
His voice was filled with an almost paranoid desire.
"I want to hear Ning'er say it herself, clearly and plainly."
His thumb gently stroked the corner of her lips, and Xie Jinglan's eyes were as blazing as fire, almost melting her. "Tell me, who is Ning'er's favorite?"
Wen Ning was so entangled by him that she could only part her teeth and utter clearly, "My Lord Xinyue."
Xie Jinglan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, shining surprisingly brightly, but he still refused to be satisfied, "Good Ning'er, say it again, say my name..."
Wen Ning raised her sparkling eyes and bravely met his shocked and ecstatic gaze, repeating it in a firmer and clearer voice,
"Ning'er loves the Marquis, Ning'er... loves Xie Jinglan."
This time, Xie Jinglan didn't ask any further questions.
He suddenly pressed her into his arms, stroking her back vigorously with his palms.
"Good Ning'er... my good Ning'er... I can save myself from it! This time... I really can save myself from it!"
The trivialities of the previous argument and the depression in my heart have long been thrown out of the window.
It seemed that every time God hit him, he would give him a sweet date to eat.
At this moment, he was like a tired general who had fought for a long time in the wilderness, and finally saw the city that belonged to him in the distance. All that was left was an almost instinctive determination to completely possess it at all costs.
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