Chapter 109 A gentleman can be deceived. I saved you.
She held the warm jade in her hand and stood at the door of the cabin. She felt something was wrapped around her head, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.
After Lu Guiyan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell silent, his breath sinking weakly into a state of sedition. He had entrusted the Snow Mountain Sect's inheritance and his own life to her. This complete trust weighed heavier than all the assassins aboard Chen Yan's ship combined.
Qing Guiyu stood at the door for a long time. The river breeze blew in through the porthole, ruffling her hair.
She saved Shen Juansheng out of a doctor's obsession, driven by a deceitful yet real entanglement. This account was a messy debt between her and Shen Juansheng, and she accepted it.
But she knew clearly that she owed her Junior Brother a debt of gratitude. Yet, she was going to use the secret manual, which had risked the fate of her sect, to save his blood-related enemy.
How could the principles of this world be twisted into such an unsolvable knot?
She took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the cabin next door.
The door is not closed.
As soon as he stepped inside, a strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood hit him. Shen Juansheng was still lying on the couch, seemingly asleep, but his sleep was extremely restless.
His black robe, drenched in blood and dust, had been changed, leaving him in a clean undergarment. His thin figure was accentuated, and his face was as pale as paper. He was hunched over, his brow furrowed, his eyelashes trembling, as if trapped in some horrific nightmare.
Qing Guiyu walked to the front of the couch and reached out to touch his forehead.
It's scalding hot when I touch it, it's getting hot.
The pain was forcibly cleared, and he felt chills and heat in his heart, anxious and angry. It was a miracle that his body could hold on until now.
She sighed, sat down on the edge of the couch, and reached out to take his pulse.
The pulse was still chaotic, the qi and blood were colliding wildly in the meridians, rising and falling unsteadily, and it was extremely dangerous.
She was about to withdraw her hand, but the hand that was originally outside the quilt suddenly moved and grabbed her wrist instead.
Shen Juansheng still had his eyes closed, his lips moving incoherently, and no one knew what he was saying.
Qing Guiyu was stunned. He moved closer and heard the dreamlike whispers.
"Don't be afraid."
She tried to pull her hand back, but he still held on. She had no choice but to let him do it, and with her other hand she took out the needle bag from her bosom, thinking of calming him down first.
But just as she picked up the silver needle, the person on the couch slowly opened his eyes.
Those clear peach blossom eyes had lost their focus at this moment, covered with a layer of grayness caused by high fever, and were staring blankly at a place on the top of the cabin.
"...Is it dawn yet?" he asked softly, his voice a little hoarse.
Qing Guiyu was completely confused by his nonsensical words. She thought he was having another seizure in his dream and wanted to take the opportunity to pull his hand back.
Shen Juansheng seemed to have sensed her intention and held on tighter.
"Don't go." He said anxiously, as if he was about to cry, "You are still injured. The doctor said that you are weak and can't stand the wind..."
Qing Guiyu was stunned. What kind of nonsense was this? She was in good health. Although her internal strength wasn't top-notch, it wasn't weak. The wound on her lower abdomen had been bandaged. When had she ever suffered an injury that couldn't withstand the wind?
What's more—the thought of this made her furious. How many doctors were stronger than her? She wanted to see.
"Madam," he suddenly called out, ignoring her thoughts. His voice was low and hoarse, yet so lingering that it could make one's bones soften. "But you have a headache again?"
Good job.
Qing Guiyu felt that he could not hold the silver needle in his hand steadily.
What the hell is going on? When did she marry him? How come she didn't know?
"What Madam?" She turned her head and asked angrily, "When did I marry you?"
"Yeah." Shen Juansheng nodded, and her beautiful eyes curved.
"On our wedding day, at Tunyun Tower, you accused me of being a jerk. The room was packed with guests, blood was everywhere, and you were so frightened you turned pale and started coughing. I told you then, don't be afraid, I'm here for you."
He spoke sincerely, as if the killing game he had carefully planned was really a wedding banquet for her.
"I carried you in my arms. You even told me at the time that you were sorry and that you were afraid... you wouldn't live long."
Qing Guiyu's eyes twitched when he heard this.
Not long to live? Qing Guiyu can run and jump, and can eat three bowls of rice in one meal. How can she not live long?!
——Only then did he realize that he was not dreaming, but was confused due to fever.
Doctors call it delirium, which is caused by excessive exhaustion of the mind and the invasion of heat evil into the body, which disturbs the spirit.
Normally, he has a thousand thoughts and plans, but at this moment, this smartest brain in the world has turned those deep-seated obsessions and the pain of reality into a mess.
Young Master Jinsheng's mind works too quickly. Now when he really talks nonsense, the lies he weaves are more elaborate than those of others.
"You have a fever and are unconscious," she said patiently, trying to explain to him in a medical tone. "This is delirium. It's nonsense."
"I'm not sick." He immediately retorted, his eyes blurry, but his expression could almost be said to be serious. "On the night of our wedding, you said I was sick. If I really was sick, how could I take care of you?"
"Chen Juansheng," she was so embarrassed by his refusal to admit it that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Look carefully, I'm fine. I'm not sick or in any trouble. You're the one who's sick, and you're the one who's hurt."
"I know you don't want me to worry," Young Master Jinsheng continued, his voice to himself. A blush crept across his face, spreading from his neck to his eyes, a blood-red hue. "But we're husband and wife. I know your body best. You've been sickly since childhood, constantly taking medicine, and you're stubborn, never wanting to rest."
The lies were told so concisely, as if they were personal experiences.
Qing Guiyu was speechless for a moment.
She was as young as a jade and had lived for more than twenty years. She had traveled all over the country, walked through mountains of swords and seas of fire, crawled among piles of corpses, and she thought she had seen many storms.
But she never imagined that one day, a beautiful madman who was delirious with fever would grab her hand and nag her about how frail and sickly she was, and how she was a sickly person who could not live without him.
"You've always been in poor health," he said, clutching her hand. "You've been raised in Medicine King Valley since you were young, and you've been inseparable from medicinal herbs. It was me who brought you out. It was also me who rescued you from the bottom of that cold pond."
The engraving voice paused for a moment, as if recalling some fond memories, and a look of pride and heartache appeared on his face.
"You were almost dead. Your body was cold and you had no breath. As I held you in my arms, I thought to myself, if I couldn't save you, I would sink to the bottom of the pool with you. That would be a perfect marriage for us."
The delirious young man raised his head, his eyes filled with relief at having survived the disaster.
"I saved you." He said firmly, his face flushed and his eyes wandering as if he was embarrassed.
Qing Guiyu: “…”
She was stunned by his story. She could only look at him silently.
This mastermind of strategists usually thinks too much and plans too deeply, and his mind is rarely relaxed for a single day.
Now that his mind was in turmoil, those suppressed thoughts were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, smashing reality to pieces. In his mind, he had woven a completely opposite, yet self-consistent, past.
It was said with such sincerity that he became the desperate rescuer, while she was the frail and sickly troublemaker who needed to be looked after all the time.
He was not saved by her, but he saved her.
He was not weak and dying, but she was seriously ill and incurable.
He was not telling the world a lie using a love poison, but was the man she had married in a formal ceremony.
A gentleman can be deceived by tricks; it's not that he's not easily deceived. This venomous snake, even when deceiving itself, is more attentive and flawless than when deceiving others. By doing this, everything becomes logical.
He held her hand tighter, as if he wanted to pass on his body temperature to her.
"Miss Qing, look, I did it."
A pair of eyes, red from the high fever, were full of waves.
"You promised me," Shen Juansheng closed his eyes, "You said that as long as I save you, you will marry me. We...we've already been married."
He suddenly became excited and happy, smiling brightly.
"I saved you. Therefore, you are mine."
Green returns to jade.
In her heart, she recited her own name word by word, reminding herself that a doctor should be kind-hearted and should not argue with a patient who has lost his mind.
Shen Juansheng didn't know that she was angry, but he couldn't hear her words. He seemed to remember something and frowned again.
"It's just...your senior brother," he lowered his voice, with obvious displeasure, "he always comes looking for you, and I don't like it."
"Madam," he lowered his head, "you always talk to him and ignore me. Do you... don't want me anymore?"
"Well," the young man suddenly laughed again, "when you recover, we'll go back to the south. I'll take care of the affairs of the Tianji Pavilion and stay with you. I won't see anyone and I won't go anywhere."
When Qing Guiyu heard him talk about the south and thought of the small house at Hantan, he finally felt a little sad.
Seeing that his face was still wet with sweat and tears, she raised one hand and wiped his face roughly with her sleeve.
Chen Juansheng, however, seemed to have received great comfort and let her do what she wanted. "Chen Juansheng has had an unfortunate life, and it can't be said that we are a match made in heaven." He stared at her blankly and muttered. As if he was talking to her, or explaining it to himself, "I can only steal some things from this heaven myself."
The beautiful venomous snake, even when she was losing her mind, still remembered that she was stolen.
Because he stole the identity, stole the martial arts, and stole the chance to survive.
Now, he wants to steal another marriage, steal a past as a savior, and steal a lover who is protected under his wings.
"Don't be afraid,"
He seemed to see her "worry" and held her hand a little tighter, saying in a soothing tone, "I'll take care of everything. You just never listen."
Then he suddenly seemed to remember something, "You take a good rest, I...I'll go take a look outside."
As he said this, he actually struggled to get up, but was pulled back by the excruciating pain in his bones, letting out a suppressed groan.
"Lie down right there!" Qing Guiyu was frightened by his series of nonsense and had to hold him down.
"Madam." He was held down by her, a hint of confusion on his face, but then he smiled. That smile was filled with a hint of indulgence and doting. "I will listen to Miss Qing."
He really lay back down obediently, but that hand still stubbornly held her and refused to let go.
We have to cure him first.
She thought.
Pull out the needle and pull him out of this chaos that is too beautiful, too cruel, and too false.
Qing Guiyu sighed deeply, pried open his fingers one by one, stood up, walked to the table, picked up the jade pendant, and began to copy it by candlelight, word by word, verifying the mental method on it with the method he had recorded on the black ice wall.
That's all.
Don’t worry if you have too much debt; don’t feel itchy if you have too many lice.
Now that I've stepped into this muddy water, I might as well make it even muddier.
She wanted to see what would happen if these two extremely cold and yin skills were combined into one.
Let’s see if Qing Guiyu can rescue these two troublesome guys from this dead end.
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