Chapter 80: Do One Good Deed a Day
Pei Ji laughed, "When a person dies, they dissipate like smoke. Why bother with reputations like these? These are for the living to see. The dead won't care."
"Young Master!"
There was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the house. A Lin quickly wiped his face and said coldly, "What happened?"
"Someone outside the palace wants to see you."
"who."
"The third young lady of the Song family, Song Ci."
After stopping and walking along the way and crossing the wooden arch bridge, Song Ci and Wanxiang arrived at a pavilion in the center of the lake.
The Pei family was indeed wealthy. As we walked along, we saw rare plants and flowers all over the house, and fish swimming in the clear lake.
There was no water source around the pavilion in the center, so a canal was dug to bring water to the lake below. A tent was hung around the pavilion, and the surrounding area was filled with thick fog due to the water vapor.
Just like the riverside pavilion on the Penglai Island.
Pei Ji sat on a stone bench covered in white fur, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He looked unlike any ordinary person, without a trace of human presence.
"Mr. Pei." Song Ci sat directly opposite him.
Wanxiang stood behind her.
Pei Ji looked up at her, gave a barely perceptible "hmm," and then said, "What brings you here today?"
Before he could finish his words, an unnatural red appeared on his fair face, and then he started coughing violently as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
Song Ci frowned. She had not expected that Pei Ji's illness had progressed to such an extent. Thinking back to his previous life, he had managed to hold on until the prince was about to ascend the throne. Song Ci was too busy to take care of himself at that time and naturally had no idea what happened afterwards.
"Young Master." A Lin handed over a brown pill and a glass of water. After taking it, Pei Ji finally stopped coughing violently.
Looking up at the look Song Ci was giving him, Pei Ji frowned and said, "You pity me."
Song Ci shook her head. "No, you were born in the Pei Mansion, and you have lived a life of luxury. How could you deserve pity from others?"
Hearing her say this, Pei Ji's brows relaxed, and a few chuckles escaped from his throat, "You are quite interesting."
Since he was a child, I have seen such pitying eyes countless times because of his poor health. This is the first time someone said that he is not pitiful.
When he smiled, even the red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye became brighter. Song Ci was stunned and turned her face away awkwardly, cursing inwardly, "Male witch!"
She coughed lightly and said, "I came here today because I have something to give you."
Pei Ji raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"
Song Ci pulled out a piece of paper covered with various medicinal herbs from his arms and handed it over.
Seeing the paper on the table, Pei Ji did not reach out to take it immediately. Instead, he looked at her with confusion and did not say a word.
"These herbs can temporarily delay the poison in your body."
"Really?" Before Pei Ji could speak, A Lin's face showed surprise.
You know, in order to detoxify Pei Ji, they spent countless efforts and searched for famous doctors. But no matter how famous the doctor was, when they learned about Pei Ji's illness, they just shook their heads and said that the poison was incurable.
Moreover, Pei Ji had been poisoned for too long, and the poison had already penetrated his internal organs, making it difficult to cure. Even if a god came, he would probably be helpless.
At first, Alin and others did not believe this kind of words, but after hearing it so many times, they could not help but believe it.
What one person says might be false, but what about five, ten, twenty...
In the end, Pei Ji stopped them from looking for it anymore and told them not to waste their time, as this was his fate.
Now that hope was right before his eyes, A-Lin couldn't believe it, fearing it was a scam. But the person who sent the recipe was Song Ci... so perhaps, it was real.
"Yes. Xuan Yue's poison is difficult to cure, but that doesn't mean there's no hope... But I suspect given your young master's condition, if we don't delay treatment now, it might be too late to find a cure."
A Lin reached out to take the prescription anxiously, but was held down by Pei Ji.
"Miss Song San, how do you know that the poison I was infected with was from Xuan Yue?" Pei Ji's tone was cold, and a sense of power surged in his eyes, which had been lazy just now, like a sharp blade that would pierce her chest at any time, which startled Song Ci.
She suppressed her discomfort and lowered her head to explain, "I became Mr. Gui's disciple. I discussed your symptoms with him, and that's when I guessed you were poisoned by the Xuanyue."
Pei Ji stared at her intently. Seeing the girl's snow-white neck flushed and beads of sweat oozing from the tip of her nose, he chuckled and looked away, "Miss Song, you're amazing."
Song Ci didn't know if she had fooled him, so she continued, "I got this prescription from my master. Take it according to the prescription and take it once every three days. It can temporarily stabilize the frequency of your poison attacks."
"Hmm." He nodded noncommittally. "I heard you say just now that the Hanging Moon is difficult to solve, but there may be hope. Is that true?"
Seeing the concerned look he cast at her, Song Ci knew that the other party did not really not care. After all, who in the world wants to die as long as they can live?
Song Ci could clearly see the faint expectation on his face, like a crack in the ice that had finally appeared.
"Yes." Song Ci repeated Lao Gui's words carefully.
"Of these fifteen herbs, five are extremely rare, and Master Pei needs to order people to find them."
Pei Ji was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I understand."
Song Ci had always felt that Pei Ji was indifferent to everything, whether it was towards people or things. He had no extra emotions, just like everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Not worth mentioning.
It was not until now that she saw a bit more life in Pei Ji's eyes, like a deity who was highly respected, but was finally tempted by the mundane world and had some of the vitality of an ordinary person.
But Pei Ji soon regained his composure and said slowly, "I'm curious what Miss Song San is trying to achieve by helping me like this. Since you've done me such a big favor, I can do you a favor."
His slender white fingers were stroking the jade ring, and his tone was cold, "For example, killing the Song family."
Song Ci suddenly looked up and saw that his tone was contemptuous and his eyes were cold and distant, as if nothing about these people could escape his eyes.
"No." Song Ci said calmly, "I won't bother Mr. Pei with this. I want to avenge my vengeance myself."
Killing the Song family now would be too easy for them. She never wanted them to die.
She wanted everyone else in the Song family to live a life worse than death.
Pei Ji raised his drooping eyelashes, and his eyes, like deep cold pools, became more turbulent.
"Well, whatever you say. Does Miss Song San have any other conditions?"
Seeing his serious look, Song Ci knew that Pei Ji would probably agree to any request she made at this moment. But she sighed and said softly, "I don't have any requests."
She wants more, and it has to come slowly.
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