Chapter 146 Psychological Preparation
She opened the rosewood box again, and this time, she did not wear the pair of thin silk gloves.
Instead, there was a small knife carved entirely from warm jade and as thin as a willow leaf.
Her eyes fell on the silver spirit grass.
"The essence of this herb lies at the intersection of the three 'Silver Souls' in the center of the leaf and the main vein 'Purple Marrow'."
Chu Yue's voice was low, as if she was explaining to Shen He, but also as if she was giving herself a final confirmation.
Before she finished speaking, she moved her wrist slightly.
The jade knife passed without the slightest delay.
The movement was so smooth and precise that it was shocking.
She cut off the three most central silvery-white leaflets, which were more translucent and lustrous than the surrounding leaves, along with the small section of the main leaf vein connecting them, which was a strange dark purple color.
Exactly.
It was as if this grass was born for her knife.
The remaining grass leaves, although still rare, had lost their luster in Chu Yue's eyes.
She carefully moved the most essential part into a jade mortar made from a whole piece of mutton-fat white jade.
The jade mortar is pure and flawless, and just looking at it makes people feel a refreshing warmth.
Then she took out a small glass bottle, which contained the "rootless water" that she had collected from the petals of the white magnolia buds in the early morning, and had never seen a ray of sunlight.
She poured a few drops of rootless water into the jade mortar.
Then, he picked up a jade pestle made of the same material and began grinding.
Her movements were not fast, or even very slow.
Every pounding and every rotation carries with it a strange, constant rhythm and force.
It seems that they are not making medicine, but performing an ancient and solemn sacrifice.
As she moved, the silver soul and purple marrow gradually dissolved in the jade mortar and merged with the rootless water.
A clearer and purer scent of grass and woods than before, mixed with a faint sweet and fishy smell, slowly spread.
Gradually, the solid grass leaves were no longer in the jade mortar.
Instead, it turned into a handful...
It exudes a cool atmosphere, and under the lights, it sparkles with tiny silver and purple stars...
A gorgeous and viscous medicinal paste.
***
Midnight is approaching, and the cold palace is desolate.
The moonlight was like frost, shining through the broken window panes, casting a few pale spots on the dusty ground.
The air was filled with the smell of decay and dust.
The handful of medicinal paste in the white jade mortar lay quietly on the table in the corner. The silver-purple starlight flickered in the darkness, and it was the only source of light and vitality in this dead palace.
“Squeak—”
With a slight sound, the dilapidated palace door was pushed open a crack from the outside.
A black shadow silently merged into the shadows in the hall, as if he was already a part of the darkness.
The man was dressed in a dark suit, had a slender figure, and made no sound when he walked.
His gaze accurately passed over all the dilapidated and messy things in the hall and locked onto the slender figure standing at the intersection of light and shadow.
Those eyes that were always filled with paranoia and madness, the moment they came into contact with Chen He's figure, a brilliant light shone out.
It seemed as if everything in this world was just her background to him.
Shen He turned around.
Her eyes swept across his still handsome but slightly sickly pale face, and finally landed on his left hand that hung casually at his side.
There, a circle of hastily wrapped white bandages had been soaked in blood and turned into a glaring dark red.
There were drops of blood, flowing down his fingertips, drop by drop, falling onto the dusty ground, forming small, dark flowers.
Chen He's heart suddenly twitched for no reason.
She asked softly.
"Hand, how's it going?"
Xue Minglan seemed to be completely oblivious to his injury. Upon hearing this, he laughed softly, his voice hoarse and nonchalant.
He raised his hand and showed her his bloody wrist nonchalantly.
"But if I need some blood, I won't die."
His eyes suddenly became scorching, like two will-o'-the-wisp fires burning in the dark night, firmly fixed on Shen He.
"You want to kill me, when have I ever blinked?"
This was said arrogantly, yet with a breathtaking honesty.
Chen He looked at him. The tragic scene of him dying to protect her in his previous life overlapped with the face in front of her with a wanton smile.
She also smiled, the smile was very faint, but it dispelled the trace of pity in her eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Tonight, I'll detoxify you."
The smile on Xue Minglan's lips deepened. He took a step forward, and the bloody smell on his body and a clear, cold fragrance approached.
"how?"
He drawled lazily, with his usual playful tone.
"Have you taken enough of my poisonous blood?"
Shen He did not avoid his gaze and answered clearly, word by word.
"Your life is more important."
The words fell.
The smile on Xue Minglan's lips froze for a moment.
Something in those paranoid and crazy eyes surged violently, so fast that it was impossible to grasp it.
At this moment, Chu Yue, who had been silent all the time, walked up and stood between the two of them.
She looked at Xue Minglan with the calmness that only a doctor could show, without a trace of emotion.
"Captain Xue."
"The detoxification process will be very painful, I hope you are prepared."
Xue Minglan finally shifted his gaze away from Chen He and glanced lazily at Chu Yue, as if he had just realized that there was a third person here.
"pain?"
He scoffed, as if he had heard a joke.
"Could it be more painful than being poisoned by this purple marrow poison and being burned by the poisonous fire day and night?"
Chu Yue frowned. She didn't like patients who didn't care about the doctor's advice.
She nodded, her tone calm, but she spoke the cruelest truth.
"meeting."
"It will be a hundred times more painful than that."
"No, to be precise, it is a hundred times more painful than being burned by the flames of hell."
Xue Minglan's originally lazy look, which didn't care if the sky fell, finally showed a slight change when he heard the word "hundred times".
He was slightly startled, the playfulness in his eyes faded a little, and for the first time, he showed some seriousness.
He subconsciously turned his head and took a deep look at Shen He, whose face was calm.
Then, he turned to Chu Yue again, and the lazy tone returned, but there was a hint of nervousness in it that he himself had not noticed.
He raised his eyebrows, pointed at Chu Yue with his chin, and asked Shen He teasingly.
"Are you sure?"
"She can?"
Those eyes that were always filled with paranoia and madness, at this moment, were staring straight at Chen He, as if waiting for a verdict.
Shen He met his gaze without dodging at all.
She nodded slightly.
"I believe her."
The voice was not loud, but it was so resounding that it seemed to silence the dust floating in the cold palace.
The playful look on Xue Minglan's face faded away, and he looked at her deeply, his eyes complex and difficult to read.
He said nothing, turned and strode towards the lonely wooden bed in the corner.
The bed had obviously just been made. Although it was simple, it was clean.
He sat down without any hesitation, and the bed groaned as it could not bear the weight.
He leaned back lazily, supported his hands behind his back, and shrugged indifferently in the direction of Chu Yue.
"I don't believe it."
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