"It’s a pity to waste such a promising talent. He could have been my greatest assassin, but now he’s wasted."
Old Man Chen spoke in such a manner, but his tone was devoid of any loss. Instead, there was a hint of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from his chest.
He dare not even contemplate the idea of taking in Marquis Mu as his own ever since five years ago, let alone now, when Marquis Mu had grown so powerful. Old Man Chen’s deepest desire was Marquis Mu’s death!
Only when he was dead, Old Man Chen could emerge and get a better chance and future. Today, relying on the herbal medicine implanted in Marquis Mu’s body during his childhood, he successfully turned him into a living medicinal man, and thus eliminated this thorny individual. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
This was the best possible outcome, dealing with such a concern was worth any price.
With a cold snort, Old Man Chen said: "I was blind, I raised a wolf. Now you will die in my hands!" Cold and grim lights flashed from Old Man Chen’s eyes.
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The horse galloped at full speed, Xin He constantly looked back at him, only to see his gaze became even more scattered, and a chilling coldness surfaced involuntarily, which startled her: "Marquis Mu?!"
Marquis Mu’s gradually scattered gaze suddenly sobered up a bit, the chilling light disappeared, but it was still clear that he seemed to be holding back something.
"Hmm?"
A simple answering question seemed to take tremendous effort.
Xin He grew even more flustered, asking, "What’s wrong with you? Has the poison begun eroding you?"
Zealously spur his horse, Marquis Mu urged her, "Don’t worry, I’ll be okay."
I won’t let anything happen to you either.
Mu Houchu’s grip on the reins tightened further, and the veins on his forehead ballooned as if suppressing something.
The more Xin He looked, the more concerned she felt. She had a feeling it wasn’t just poisoning, but she couldn’t figure out the cause nor could she bear to ask.
Even speaking one word seemed to cause him great pain, so how could she bring herself to question him further?
They rode the horse at full speed, and finally arrived in a deep forest. Although they seemed to be losing their way, Xin He did not harbor any doubts and chose to trust him.
But she could sense his body temperature dropping steadily, becoming as cold as... those living dead medicinal men.
Xin He’s heart twisted with terror as she grabbed Marquis Mu’s hand that was holding the reins, his hand was cold.
"Marquis Mu, are you really poisoned? You’re so cold." Xin He’s voice trembled.
At this moment, she seemed to understand what Concubine Shen meant by telling her that smart women may not always live good lives.
She involuntarily began to guess the disheartening truth. Right now, she wished she could be a simple woman who couldn’t figure things out.
Marquis Mu clasped her hand, as if trying to draw warmth from her small hand, and also as if seeking a sense of security. His face was pale, and he leaned weakly against her back. With a pained voice, he said, "It’s okay."
Xin He’s eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks, "You lied to me! You said you wouldn’t lie to me! How could it be okay? What’s really happening?"
Looking at the tears rolling down her cheek, Marquis Mu, whose eyes were originally filled with the intent to kill, now softened with concern. Barely in control of his consciousness, he said, "Good girl, I’m not lying to you."
With a glimmer of hope in her eyes, Xin He asked,"Really?"
Marquis Mu did not answer, he only held her hand tighter.
He darednot to say yes because he was unsure whether he could survive. He knew very well how lethal the medicine’s toxicity was. He was uncertain if he could hold on.
Ever since he was nine years old, among three hundred children, he was the only one who climbed out from the pile of corpses. He knew Old Man Chen had implanted the herbal medicine. But he had no other choice because he had no ability to resist when he was not strong enough.
This herbal medicine wasn’t poisonous and had no negative effect on his body. The only effect was, once Old Man Chen developed the medicine to create medicinal people, he could easily turn Marquis Mu into a living dead- a medicinal man.
The only way out for him was to escape Old Man Chen’s control before he could develop that medicine. At the age of nineteen, he managed to escape completely from Old Man Chen and even suppressed him. But he knew this was not the end. As long as this herbal medicine in his body remained, he was always in danger and threatened.
Therefore, over the years, he had sought numerous famous doctors who could help him remove the herbal medicine from his body. Finally, he found a medicinal hot spring whose water could not completely eliminate but suppress the herbal medicine to the maximum extent.
Such planning was not unreasonable. Just like today, who could imagine that Old Man Chen would seize the opportunity to plant the medicine on Marquis Mu’s wounds when he was vulnerable?
If he had not suppressed the herbal medicine’s toxicity by soaking in the medicinal hot spring over the years, he probably would’ve already become a complete medicinal man the moment he inadvertently got drugged by Old Man Chen.
Marquis Mu tightened his grip on Xin He’s hand, either to suppress something or resist pain. Xin He could feel his pain through their hands. Her heart was filled with worry and distress, even if her hands were gripping till they were blood-red, she wouldn’t feel it.
The horse jumped over a dense bush, and a natural hot spring appeared before them.
To call it a hot spring, Xin He could smell a strong medicinal fragrance. She arched her eyebrows, "Where is this?"
Sweat dripped from Marquis Mu and his face was livid. He was freezing cold all over. He stopped the horse with a pull of the reins. When he planned to dismount, his body lost its balance and he crashed onto the ground.
Startled, Xin He quickly jumped down from the horse, "What’s wrong?"
She touched his cold face, the same chill as the living dead-medicinal people.
His body was icy cold, but his eyes were full of a more evident grimness. Even though it was suppressed there was an unmistakable aura of killing intent.
Now Xin He finally understood what he was suppressing. He was trying to stay conscious, trying to suppress his killing intent. Was he really becoming like those medicinal people?
Xin He’s face clouded over; she took a deep breath and dragged him into the scorching medicinal hot spring. His reason for being here must be this hot spring, regardless of whether it would help, she had to try.
Marquis Mu sat in the hot spring, leaning weakly against a stone wall. After a few breaths, finally he said weakly: "Xin He, you should go back first."
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