Chapter 2: Weak Constitution
He Qing checked the law book overnight to see how to get a quick divorce after marriage.
Then he found an answer, which was that the two felt they were not suitable for each other and their relationship broke down.
In addition, Jingyi reminded him that the underlying rule is that there is no offspring for three years. Such an Omega will usually be disliked by her husband and his family, and then file for divorce due to a breakdown in the relationship.
"If you want to be quick, the general will dislike you." Jingyi, his good friend, was very friendly and discussed with him all night, "Disguise yourself as a dodder to suck blood! The general should hate weak people who can't take care of themselves and vases who can't do anything the most. I heard that arrogant and powerful ABOs are E's favorites."
"That's right." He Qing smiled slightly, "Since this marriage must be concluded, I will disappoint the general."
"But... you want him to mark you on your wedding night?" Jing Yi asked hesitantly, "Pheromone will more or less affect a person's thoughts."
He Qing raised his eyes slightly, staring at the screen with his distinct black and white eyes: "How is it possible?"
Jing Yi and he smiled at each other: "I said you've been very different since you got hurt."
"It's just a sudden epiphany, and I want to start a new life." He Qing pulled out the Buddhist beads, but he is now an Omega, so he can indeed be marked, unless he finds his true body and gets rid of this mortal body.
*
The next day, He Qing was taken to the general's mansion. The moment he stepped into the mansion, he found that there were surveillance cameras all around and the guards were densely packed and tight.
He Qing sighed in his heart. This place is more terrible than prison. He cannot reveal his ability yet. This body has 3S mental power because of cultivation. So he should be able to use spiritual power normally, right? He needs to find an opportunity to test it.
The butler led the way: "Mr. He, we have prepared a room for you. If you have any instructions in the future, you can call me at any time. This is the general's personal residence."
"Yeah." He Qing nodded, and looked at the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard. Suddenly, he found a lotus pond in front of him that looked out of place. He walked over and saw the blooming lotus flowers. "General, do you like lotus flowers?"
"No." The butler shook his head, "Because they are too delicate. The general wanted to try planting them, but they spread all over the pond. Everyone else envied the general."
"..." He Qing choked and moved the Buddhist beads in his hand, "The general is really good at growing flowers."
This lotus pond is probably because of the golden light of merit. He is cultivating merit, and it does feel more comfortable to stay next to Duan Chenhui. If he cultivates next to him, he will get twice the result with half the effort...
The housekeeper smiled and nodded: "The general is indeed very good at growing flowers. Please come this way. The general is waiting for you."
He Qing looked at the lotus pond again, turned around and followed the housekeeper into the house, and saw Duan Chenhui sitting on the sofa watching TV in the hall.
"Good morning, General."
Duan Chenhui looked over and saw that He Qing's face was still radiant today. He then looked at his arm which was in a sling and asked, "Not healed yet?" According to interstellar medical technology, a minor injury can be healed in one day with healing potions.
He Qing immediately showed a weak look: "I am not in good health, please forgive me, General."
Duan Chenhui seemed to think he heard something funny, he raised his eyelids and looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Sit down, have breakfast with me later."
Duan Chenhui's words always have a commanding tone.
He Qing hesitated for a moment, then sat over and sat on the single sofa farthest from Duan Chenhui.
Duan Chenhui didn't mind and waved for the mechanical servant to pour tea: "The wedding will be held in about half a month. If you want to meet my people, I will arrange it for you."
There must be a lot of clan members, like the big families in ancient times. Once they come into contact, many causes and effects will arise.
He Qing smiled and covered his injured arm with a pale face: "No need... I'm a little afraid of that kind of scene." Forget about meeting the parents, they are going to get a divorce.
Duan Chenhui glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "It's okay if we don't meet. No one will say anything bad about you."
What a tyrannical man! He Qing watched the servant serve tea and quickly took it up, using the excuse of tasting the tea to end his hypocritical flattery with Duan Chenhui.
After taking a sip of tea, He Qing suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked down at the teacup and saw a lotus flower at the bottom of the cup.
General Duan actually eats lotus flowers! His lotus pond is not for appreciation, but for eating.
He Qing was a little shocked and put down the teacup. The "click" sound made by the cup hitting the coffee table caught Duan Chenhui's attention.
"Why? You don't like it?"
"No." He Qing glanced at him, lowered his head to look at the cup, leaned weakly on the sofa, and held his forehead. "Maybe I lost too much blood yesterday... I feel a little uncomfortable."
"If that kind of injury is treated in time, you won't lose too much blood." Duan Chenhui smiled and reminded him kindly.
"It may be my psychological effect. The space pirates are too cruel." He Qing was not panicked at all. He said something else and tried hard to portray himself as a good-for-nothing dodder.
Duan Chenhui raised his eyebrows as he watched his face grow paler and paler. He was quite good at pretending. He smiled for no apparent reason and agreed with him: "Uncle Cai, call Doctor Zhang over."
He Qing slowly put down his hand: "Don't bother the doctor, I just need to rest for a while."
Duan Chenhui raised his hand to tell the housekeeper not to call anyone: "Then you should have a good rest."
He Qing sat up straight, closed his eyes and rested, subconsciously fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand. Alas, the general was a little difficult to deal with. Did he reveal something? He said he hated vases.
Duan Chenhui looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand. He had never seen such a thing. He leaned back on the sofa, watching the unfocused morning news in deep thought. From the information in the past three years, it seemed that there was indeed something wrong with He Qing.
He Qing was really resting with his eyes closed. He didn't even practice because there was an Enigma, the most powerful man in the galaxy, sitting next to him. He was afraid of being noticed and didn't dare to release his spiritual consciousness.
After a long while, Duan Chenhui woke him up: "He Qing, breakfast is ready." Duan Chenhui quickly changed to a less formal address.
He Qing opened his eyes and stood up: "Okay."
"You can call my name." Duan Chenhui took him around the hall and came to the dining room.
"It sounds better to call you General." He Qing did not respond to Duan Chenhui's suggestion. He looked at his feet. Duan Chenhui had a limp when he walked, so he probably couldn't walk for too long.
Duan Chenhui held the back of the chair and looked back at him: "Then do as you please." He gently pulled out the chair.
He Qing took a look and sat over: "Thank you."
Duan Chenhui sat on the other side and raised his hand slightly to signal. Mechanical servants came forward one after another to serve the dishes. Everything was orderly and very quiet.
He Qing put the Buddhist beads on her wrist. The breakfast was very rich, with a fresh fruit platter, seafood as the staple food, and six or seven plates of exquisite snacks.
"Eat." Duan Chenhui picked up the chopsticks.
He Qing also picked up the chopsticks afterwards. He lowered his head to eat his fruit platter, ate a few pieces of osmanthus cake, and then stopped eating.
Duan Chenhui looked up and asked him, "Not to your liking?"
"I eat less." He Qing said modestly. As a weak Omega who couldn't take care of himself, it was normal for him to eat less.
Duan Chenhui put down his chopsticks and asked someone to bring the dessert: "Maybe you will like it."
He Qing looked at the overly exquisite White Swan Cake. Duan Chenhui probably thought that he liked sweets like other Omegas, although he did like them very much.
He picked up the fork on the table and slowly ate the exquisite white swan from head to neck to wings.
Duan Chenhui supported himself with his hands and watched him finish eating: "How was it?"
He Qing put down his fork, realizing that he was a little too absorbed in eating, and simply admitted with a smile: "Delicious."
When He Qing smiles, she has a very warm feeling and looks somewhat sweet.
"Then try a different flavor tomorrow." Duan Chenhui looked at him.
"No need to go through so much trouble." He Qing refused.
"This is what a chef should do." Duan Chenhui picked up the chopsticks again, "You can wait for me in the lobby, or go back to your room to rest."
"Then enjoy your time, General." He Qing's refusal failed again. He stood up, saluted with one hand, and turned to leave.
Duan Chenhui turned his head to glance at his back, then lowered his head to continue eating breakfast. After he finished his meal, he returned to the hall and, as expected, did not see He Qing.
The housekeeper reported: "Mr. He returned to his room. He said it was time for meditation and apologized to you."
"It's okay." Duan Chenhui nodded and went upstairs. When he passed by He Qing's guest room, he heard the sound of wooden fish knocking from inside. The sound was very special. Under He Qing's control, it was neither fast nor slow, as precise as a second hand.
And it makes people feel inexplicably peaceful.
Duan Chenhui couldn't help but stand at the door and listen for a while, then turned around and went to the medical room where his attending physician was waiting for him.
Duan Chenhui sat down and felt some pain in his right leg. He rolled up his trouser legs, revealing his feet covered with red branch-like patterns, which looked like lightning marks after being struck by lightning.
Doctor Zhang bent over and applied the medicine to him: "How do you feel today?"
"I can only hold on for half an hour before it starts to hurt, and then it becomes numb and I lose all feeling." Duan Chenhui looked at his feet with a calm expression, "Is there no other way?"
"These potions can only suppress it." Doctor Zhang shook his head. "We have to wait for the results from the research institute on the toxin of this queen insect. I hope it won't spread to the important organs and heart so quickly."
"It's reached the middle of the thigh." Duan Chenhui touched the armrest of the chair, his voice a little deep.
Doctor Zhang had no other options, so he silently applied the medicine on him and said, "I've been reading ancient Chinese medicine books recently. Let's try them all."
Duan Chenhui nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."
"No, this is what I should do." Doctor Zhang put the medicine bottle away and took out another one for him. "Three times a day. You can use it if you feel very uncomfortable."
Duan Chenhui took the medicine bottle and touched the bottle. He didn't have much time left, so marrying He Qing could achieve multiple goals at once. It could appease the army and put an end to the royal family's thoughts on marriage. He Qing would also be free in the future.
At this time, a communication came in and Duan Chenhui opened it.
[General, those space pirates finally confessed that they were actually looking for something that was stolen at an underground auction.]
"What is it?" Duan Chenhui asked subconsciously while stroking the armrest.
【A Zerg egg. 】
"Trace."
"yes."
*
He Qing finished his meditation and opened his eyes refreshed. He put the Buddhist beads back on his neck and calculated with his fingers. Tonight was the night of the full moon and he could hold a ceremony for his return to secular life tonight.
In the early morning, He Qing made sure that everyone in the mansion was asleep, and went to the rooftop alone. He looked up at the moon in the sky, closed his eyes slightly, and absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon.
When the time came, He Qing took the table out of the space, put white wine on it, lit incense, and used a lotus flower to represent the Buddha.
He Qing inserted the lotus on the bottle, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes: "I, He Qingyin, have a marriage with Duan Chenhui, and we will get married in half a month. He Qing needs to return to secular life to end the marriage. Please forgive me, Buddha."
After He Qing finished speaking, the wind and clouds suddenly surged, and the stars and the moon were covered by dark thunderclouds, accompanied by shocking thunder. He Qing stood there motionless, without opening his eyes. A moment later, a bolt of lightning struck down.
He Qing felt the table in front of him being struck by lightning, and drops of rain fell on his eyelashes.
He Qing sighed inwardly, feeling that his fate with Buddha was over. He opened his eyes, and the lotus in front of him had turned to ashes, and the lightning did not strike him.
"Amitabha." He Qing bowed, put down his hands, and felt his body. He was practicing the method of merit, which had no effect on his cultivation.
He Qing suddenly realized that as long as he had Buddha in his heart, there was no need to be stubborn about formalities. He was originally a white jade lotus seed, and he thought that he had only one path, but he blocked himself.
He Qing put away the table, held the jade bottle, looked up at the sky in a daze. Moreover, this time and space was not the same as his time and space. Although there were similarities in history, the reality was different.
"What are you doing?" Suddenly, Duan Chenhui's voice came from behind.
He Qing woke up in shock, looked back, and met Duan Chenhui's eyes. The atmosphere was awkward and weird for a moment. He tried to explain:
"I'm offering sacrifices to the heavens and returning to secular life, but the weather is bad and I haven't had good luck lately."
"What's going on now?" Duan Chenhui raised his eyebrows and walked over with an umbrella. He was awakened by the sound of thunder and lightning in the middle of the night. When he walked up, he saw He Qing standing on the roof, staring at the sky in a daze.
"I have returned to secular life now. Buddha has forgiven me." He Qing trotted over, held Duan Chenhui's arm and said flatteringly, "General, let's go down. It's raining heavily here."
Duan Chenhui glanced at him from the corner of his eye and didn't ask any more questions: "It's late, go to bed early."
"Yes." He Qing touched his forehead and looked at the thunderclouds in the sky again. The thunderclouds gradually dissipated and he breathed a sigh of relief.
After helping Duan Chenhui to the room, He Qing immediately stepped out: "Good night, General."
He Qing ran back to his room, hugged the wooden fish and touched it: "It should not be exposed..." He did not expect that thunderclouds would appear.
But no matter what, Duan Chenhui would not associate it with cultivation.
He Qing calmed down and fell asleep holding the wooden fish.
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