The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 142 Golden Crow Feather Spirit
After the two pushed and shoved each other away, the room returned to silence for a moment.

Sheng Yunqing looked out the window; a thick cloud covered the sky, which was then slowly dispersed by the night breeze.

The full moon hung in the sky, and upon closer inspection, it even emitted a faint blood-red glow.

Sheng Yunqing frowned and raised her hand to calculate.

"Bang!" The closed door was kicked open. When Sheng Yunqing turned around, she saw Pei Xuan looking flustered, and her heart skipped a beat.

Pei Xuan quickly walked to Sheng Yunqing and knelt down, saying, "Miss Sheng, please save the Prince! The Prince..."

Sheng Yunqing frowned: "Is Ye Jinchen in the manor?"

"Yes, His Highness said that Miss needs to meditate quietly and that I should not disturb her, but now His Highness..."

Before Pei Xuan could finish speaking, Sheng Yunqing strode towards the door and turned to Chunrui, who was guarding the door, and said, "Quickly prepare the carriage!"

"Yes!"

Prince Ye's Mansion, Chaohui Hall.

When Sheng Yunqing walked to the front yard, she heard the sound of porcelain breaking on the ground inside the house.

She bit her lip, casually plucked a branch from the tree and handed it to Su Lan, saying, "Polish it."

"Yes."

She pursed her lips and quickly stepped into the room, where she saw Ye Jinchen kneeling before the table.

The veins on his slender hands were visible, and his hand, gripping the brocade cloth, trembled slightly from the pain.

With a muffled groan, the brocade cloth and the tea set on the table shattered on the ground, turning the once tidy floor into a mess.

Ye Jinchen's sideburns fell onto his cheeks. Upon closer inspection, large beads of sweat seeped from his face. His bright phoenix eyes, however, had a faint sparkle at the corner of his left eye, as if scorched by lava.

Sheng Yunqing pointed at him, recited a calming incantation, and then quickly walked to him and squatted down.

Following closely behind, Su Lan took out the needle pouch from her waist, and Sheng Yunqing pulled out several silver needles and inserted them into Ye Jinchen's acupoints.

Ye Jinchen's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and his consciousness returned somewhat clear. He saw Sheng Yunqing in front of him, and then his gaze swept over Pei Xuan standing behind him. A surge of anger appeared in his eyes: "Pei Xuan!"

Before Pei Xuan could be punished, the burning heat at the corner of his eye caused him so much pain that he almost fainted. He hissed coldly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Pei Xuan was heartbroken to see his master suffering like this. He knelt down in front of Ye Jinchen and said, "Your Highness, please wait until you have recovered before you can punish me."

Sheng Yunqing sighed helplessly and said to Ye Jinchen, "If you keep hiding things from me, I'll be the one who gets angry next time!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Jinchen froze for a moment, his eyes becoming unusually cautious as he looked at her, before he was burned by a searing pain and let out a roar.

Sheng Yunqing gripped his arm tightly, took the polished wooden stick from Su Lan's hand, wrapped it in a silk handkerchief, and placed it to his lips, saying, "Bite it down, it'll feel better."

Ye Jinchen opened his mouth and bit down, closing his eyes and trying his best to calm himself down.

Looking at the mark, Sheng Yunqing frowned, her thoughts complicated: "This scar is from the Lantern Festival..."

After that night, Ye Jinchen was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Sheng Yunqing carefully examined him and found that the wound at the corner of his eye had healed without treatment, and there were no other abnormalities in his body.

The moon is full tonight, and the wound has resurfaced. Could it be that this will happen every full moon from now on? Thinking of this, Sheng Yunqing's heart tightened. She closed her eyes and silently recited an incantation. She raised her finger and ran it across the corner of her eye. When she opened her eyes, a golden light appeared in her pupils.

Within the burning wound at the corner of Ye Jinchen's eye, a tuft of golden feathers surged, each time burrowing into the flesh, intensifying the burning pain.

"Could it be the Golden Crow Feather Spirit..."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in Pei Xuan's eyes: "Miss Sheng, have you found a solution?"

Sheng Yunqing pursed her lips and said, "I've only seen records of such ancient evil spirits in books, and the specific methods of dealing with them are not mentioned in the books I've seen."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "snap" sound, and the wooden stick in Ye Jinchen's mouth was bitten off. A piece of wood splashed onto Sheng Yunqing's collar, making her heart jump.

"What should we do then..." Pei Xuan looked at Ye Jinchen's appearance with great heartache, and said with his head down, "Are we going to let the prince suffer to death?"

Sheng Yunqing recited a sleep-inducing spell to Ye Jinchen, and Ye Jinchen, who had been struggling just a moment ago, fell into a deep sleep.

"Your Highness!" Pei Xuan swiftly reached out and caught Ye Jinchen as he was about to fall.

"Don't worry, the Golden Crow Feather Spirit won't die." But if it isn't destroyed, it will probably torment him for the rest of his life. Zhi Xing's methods are truly insidious.

She slowly stood up and said, "Help him onto the bed. My soothing spell will help him get through the night and have a good sleep. I'll write a prescription for you to give him, and I'll go find a way to save him."

Pei Xuan's eyes were filled with gratitude as he said, "Thank you, Miss Sheng, for saving my life."

Upon hearing the sound, Sheng Yunqing, who had reached the doorway, stopped and gazed at the bright moon hanging in the sky, her eyes filled with worry.

She wasn't entirely confident that she could destroy the evil spirit.

After thinking it over, she could only sigh softly and quickly leave.

At Sanshengtang, a faint medicinal fragrance lingers.

“Golden Crow Feather Spirit? My master told me about it.” Lu Changxuan listened to Su Lan’s explanation all the way. When he followed her into the house, he saw books scattered all over the room and an oil lamp burning quietly on the table. He looked around and was stunned. “Where is she?”

Su Lan was stunned for a moment, then said, "It was... still here just now..."

"What?!" Sheng Yunqing emerged from under a pile of books, a strand of hair falling loose at her temple.

"Ouch!" Lu Changxuan clutched his heart and instinctively took a step back. After seeing Sheng Yunqing's face clearly, he said, "You scared me!"

Sheng Yunqing pushed aside the books on her body and came out. She raised the book in her hand, pointed to the picture on it, and said, "Golden Crow Feather Spirit, do you really recognize it?"

Looking at the illustrations, Lu Changxuan seemed to remember something and said, "Oh right, I asked my master about this book before."

Sheng Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she said, "Did Master tell you how to deal with this?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changxuan raised his hand to support his chin, pondered for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly, saying, "It's been too long, I forgot."

"Go to hell!" Sheng Yunqing was furious and pushed him hard in the chest.

Lu Changxuan staggered a few steps, and before he could regain his footing, Su Lan grabbed his ear and said, "You blockhead! Think! Remember it now!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Lu Changxuan exclaimed a few times, saying, "Master said that the Golden Crow Feather Spirit hasn't been seen for a hundred years. How can I possibly remember how to deal with it!"