The wife travels through time and space to honor her husband: The heirless prince raises a child

Chapter 224 It really won't work.
Qin Lang: "..."

"What?!" Qin Lang was stunned.

"If you don't go, am I supposed to go?" Qin Bi flipped through a book on cultivation, but she couldn't understand anything about spirit mansions or immortal techniques. She tossed it aside and said, "Let's give it a try. Maybe it'll work."

"I, I, I'm not a sorcerer." Qin Lang stammered, "There are quite a few sorcerers in the immortal sect. You can ask one to take a look at the Marquis of Anyuan's son, or you can find one on the street."

Qin Bi said impatiently, "It's very simple. Just shake a small teacup over the head of the Marquis of Anyuan. Why go through all this trouble? If it doesn't work, you can remind the Marquis of Anyuan to find a sorcerer. There are plenty of sorcerers, but finding a proper one is not easy."

Any sorcerer can claim to know mystical arts, but very few actually possess real skills.

Qin Lang was dumbfounded: "But I don't know how at all."

That being said, Qin Lang still asked Qin Bi again why she shook the small teacup. When Qin Lang asked, Luo Bi pondered and said that since it was all just to fool people, she had to make it as believable as possible.

"Sigh," Qin Bi sighed, "You can chant a few words yourself to exorcise evil spirits and call back the soul."

Qin Lang: "..."

Alright, Qin Lang knew nothing about it, but Qin Bi told him to go, so Qin Lang gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, deciding to go for it. The young man rode back to the Marquis of Anyuan's residence, and the Marquis of Anyuan's heir closed his eyes for a nap.

The servant called out: "Your Highness."

The Marquis of Anyuan's heir was furious: "Get out."

His head was throbbing, how could he possibly fall asleep? I was just starting to feel sleepy when I woke him up.

"Young Master." The servant shrank back. "The eldest son of the third branch of the Qin Yan Marquis's mansion has returned."

The Marquis of Anyuan's heir was taken aback, remembering where Qin Lang had gone. His head was throbbing, and it would be great if Qin Lang had a solution. The Marquis of Anyuan's heir suddenly sat up, put on his boots, and went out of the house.

Qin Lang and the others were in the living room when the heir of Marquis Anyuan hurriedly asked, "Qin Lang, am I possessed by an evil spirit?"

Qin Lang paused for a moment, then nodded hurriedly: "It's possession, it's possession."

The heir apparent of the Marquis of Anyuan asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Qin Lang took out a small teacup from his sleeve. The heir of Marquis Anyuan peeked out and saw that several small crystals had fallen out. Qin Lang took them out from his sleeve and said, "Look, I brought all the magic treasures with me."

The heir of the Marquis of Anyuan has become more obedient. He has a magical artifact, so he should know something about it.

Qin Lang placed the small crystals into the small blue-and-white porcelain teacup, pointed to the stool, and said to the curious Marquis Anyuan's heir, "Sit down, sit down."

The servant was very perceptive and quickly moved the stool closer. The Marquis of Anyuan's heir sat down. Qin Lang maintained a composed demeanor, but his heart was in turmoil. He held a small teacup in one hand and spun it around on the Marquis of Anyuan's heir's head, muttering something under his breath.

He won't listen to his sister next time; this is just fooling him!
After Qin Lang finished his stroll, he sat down and chatted with the heir of Marquis Anyuan. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he left.

The servant went to serve tea, and the heir of the Marquis of Anyuan drank tea while chatting with Qin Lang. They didn't talk about anything else, except that the last time the rain was summoned, the farmland of several families in the Duke of Su's mansion had a good harvest this year.

"Huh?" The heir of Marquis Anyuan was surprised.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lang paused, his hand holding the teacup still.

The heir of Marquis Anyuan pressed his forehead: "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Qin Lang: "..."

The servant rushed forward: "Young Master, you're finally free of headaches."

Then everyone was happy. Qin Lang left looking completely bewildered, and the Marquis of Anyuan's heir was also bewildered. Was it really that strange? But he was clearly not thinking straight. Qin Lang, he actually knew the magic of a sorcerer?!

The servant hurriedly and happily went to tell Lady Anyuan. Lady Anyuan was suspicious, but said, "It's good that it works. Have dinner early and go to bed early after eating."

The Marquis of Anyuan's son's headache subsided, and he felt much better.

Qin Lang ran to find Qin Bi, very surprised: "Sister, the Marquis of Anyuan's heir is actually better?" "I guessed right." Qin Bi was overjoyed.

"Yes, that's right." Qin Lang chimed in happily, "We really got lucky this time."

Qin Bi asked in bewilderment, "What are you so happy about?"

"I can take my little nephew out for a big meal now." Qin Lang said with a happy face: "The heir of Marquis Anyuan has been having headaches for a long time. I've fixed his problem, so he'll have to treat us."

Qin Bi laughed too: "How many monster crystals did you earn?"

Qin Lang waved his hand: "I'm not a sorcerer, I don't want it."

Qin Bi: "..."

The next day, as expected, the heir of Marquis Anyuan hosted a banquet. Qin Lang came to the Rongwang Mansion early in the morning to pick up Rong Yang. The uncle and nephew went to the banquet, accompanied by several disciples from cultivation families.

After dinner, Qin Lang escorted Rong Yang home.

When Qin Lang returned to the Marquis's residence, he went to see Madam Zhu first.

"Where have you been?" Zhu asked.

"The heir of the Marquis of Anyuan is hosting a dinner." Qin Lang briefly recounted the story of the heir of the Marquis of Anyuan being possessed by an evil spirit.

Zhu Shi didn't believe it at all, waved her hand, and told Qin Lang to go take a nap in his own courtyard.

In the afternoon, Qin Lang went to school at the academy. When he returned home in the evening, the servant of the Marquis of Anyuan was already waiting for him. Upon seeing Qin Lang, the servant's eyes lit up and he ran over to him ingratiatingly.

"Young Master Qin, our young master has a headache again." The servant pulled Qin Lang's arm: "Come on, let's hurry to our Marquis's residence."

Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat: "A headache again?!"

I managed to fool them yesterday, but it's not working again today. You really can't do without understanding mystical arts.

Qin Lang dared not go to the Marquis of Anyuan's residence immediately, as he did not understand these matters. Qin Lang first went to the Prince of Rong's residence to find Qin Bi, who was looking after the child. The servant and Qin Lang explained the situation together.

"Did the Marquis of Anyuan's heir see his second aunt again?" Qin Bi asked after thinking for a moment.

Qin Lang looked at the servant, who nodded: "Yes, why, is this not acceptable?"

What could Qin Bi say? She handed the small teacup to Qin Lang and said, "Take the magic artifact and go to the Marquis of Anyuan's residence again."

Qin Lang was reluctant to go. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, picked up a small teacup, filled it with a handful of small demon beast crystals, and left. The servant of the Marquis of Anyuan quickly followed. When they arrived at the Marquis of Anyuan's residence, the Marquis's wife greeted them outside the Marquis's courtyard.

“The exorcism yesterday was effective.” Lady Anyuan led Qin Lang into the courtyard: “He was fine at noon, but suddenly he had a headache again, and he was listless and extremely tired.”

The heir of Marquis Anyuan was resting with his eyes closed on a small couch in the courtyard. Qin Lang took out a small teacup and filled it with the small crystal of the demon beast: "It's alright, I brought a magic artifact. Just shake it for him and it will be fine."

Qin Lang spoke without any confidence, and the heir of the Marquis of Anyuan sat up.

Practice makes perfect. Qin Lang took a small teacup and spun it around on the head of the Marquis of Anyuan, muttering something under his breath. The Marquis of Anyuan's wife's eyelids twitched, and she suppressed a smile.

I never expected that the eldest son of the third branch of the Qin Yan Marquis's mansion would also know mystical arts.

Qin Lang put away the small teacup, and a maid served tea. Lady Anyuan chatted with her, talking endlessly about how the Marquis of Anyuan's heir was not feeling well. Lady Anyuan sighed repeatedly.

Qin Lang listened patiently, drank his tea, and then left.

The next day, Lady Anyuan sent someone to deliver a message that the Marquis of Anyuan's heir had recovered, and also sent a gift.

(End of this chapter)