If you were cold and aloof in your past life, why are you crying in this one?

Liu Fangting

Wen Sheng took Xi Lingxian's pulse and had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

"General Xi, please forgive my bluntness, but there must be a host of the mother Gu poison near your daughter."

Xi Jian was surprised to find that this Doctor Wen was indeed quite capable. "Indeed, that man took the mother poison to save my daughter."

"The mother Gu's control over the child Gu far surpasses that of other Gu masters. Since that person was willing to take Gu to save your daughter, he probably wouldn't easily harm Miss Xi."

Wen Sheng sighed, "To be honest, General Xi, most methods to cure poison involve risky strategies of fighting poison with poison. If it were someone else, I wouldn't be afraid, but Miss Xi has been pampered since childhood and is your precious daughter. I'm afraid she won't be able to bear the suffering of fighting poison with poison."

Xi Jian's brow furrowed at the mere mention of "fighting poison with poison." "But if the curse isn't cured, won't my daughter be at the mercy of others for the rest of her life?"

"That's not necessarily true."

"I dare to say that if the host of the mother insect and Miss Xi are mutually in love, this Gu will soon be destroyed without any further effort."

Xi Jian didn't quite understand. "What does this mean?"

"The so-called love curse is meant to bind a man and a woman, making them devoted to each other until death. It does not cause any serious harm to their bodies. When the two people who are cursed reach the depth of their love, the curse will naturally be lifted."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Xi Lingxian's ears gradually turned red.

It took Xi Jian a long while to find his voice, "Doctor Wen, what you mean is..."

Wen Sheng nodded: "That's exactly what General Xi meant."

"..."

Xi Jian took a deep breath and asked solemnly, "If this method won't work, are there any other options?"

Wen Sheng paused, then nodded: "There are some risks, but they all involve some trouble. Miss Xi will have to suffer a bit."

Xi Lingxian nodded: "I'm not afraid. As long as this curse can be cured, suffering a little is nothing."

Mr. Zhou was worried for his son.

What a disaster! What on earth happened? Why does Miss Xi seem to have completely severed all ties with the young master?

Wen Sheng invited Mr. Zhou to discuss the medication strategy together. Mr. Zhou was happy to exchange ideas with an expert, and Xi Jian prepared a side room for the two of them to talk.

Xi Rui and Xi Song tactfully withdrew, while Xi Wen hesitated to speak.

"Brother, please speak freely."

Xi Wen clenched his fists. "Sister-in-law, you...you really don't want to accept Doctor Wen's..."

Xi Lingxian's expression hardened. "Brother, let's not mention this matter again. If it gets out, it will not be good for my reputation or that of Young Master Wang."

Seeing that she was unhappy, Xi quickly changed his mind and agreed.

"Alright, sworn sister, please don't be offended. I... I was just worried about you."

Xi Lingxian gave a slight smile. "I know, sworn brother, please don't take it to heart."

Taozhi helped her change clothes and wash up, saying, "Young lady, the sun is shining brightly outside today. Go out for some fresh air and relax."

She answered casually, then, as if remembering something, asked, "I heard Wang Jue is sick?"

"Yes, that's right. It seems to be a fever caused by a wound on the shoulder, but the doctor said it's nothing serious. Young lady... would you like to visit Young Master Wang?"

Xi Lingxian stood in front of the dressing mirror, gazing at the beautiful girl in the mirror.

This assassination attempt has left her feeling as if she's in another world several times in the past few days, and she can't help but associate it with the scene in her previous life when Xi Yao came to provoke her.

That day, to protect Wang Jue, she killed another assassin in black, just as she had killed Xi Yao in her previous life, and crimson blood sprayed all over her.

But unlike her previous life, when she woke up this time, she felt as light and refreshed as if she had been reborn.

In the past, when she was with Wang Jue, she couldn't help but feel resentful and bitter, thinking that he had schemed against her and wronged her.

It seems like they're all gone now.

Strangely enough, things suddenly calmed down.

Although it is unknown what became of her father and elder brother after she left in her previous life, as long as Wang Jue still holds power, the Xi family will certainly not have a hard time.

She made peace with herself, realizing that life is too short and she didn't want to make things too difficult for herself or for someone who was destined not to be bound by emotions and desires.

"Go to the kitchen and have them stew a bowl of rock sugar pear soup. I'll take it to Tingyuxuan later."

Taozhi's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed.

"I'm not wearing this outfit today; I'll wear something simpler."

Taozhi thought she had misheard. "Miss, young lady, you...you don't have any plain clothes?"

The Xi family's daughter loves things that are colorful and spectacular. No matter how fine the fabric is, if it is plain and elegant, she will never give it a second glance.

Xi Lingxian, who had almost forgotten her previous flirtatious ways, said: "...Then, wear that pale yellow dress."

"Why."

She needs to talk to Wang Jue and make things clear.

She understood, she saw things clearly, and she no longer hated or resented him.

They all still have their own responsibilities.

She had to stay home, take care of her father and brothers, and look after her younger brother; not to mention the burden on his shoulders.

They should no longer be bound by the karmic entanglements of their past lives; they should all have a new beginning.

Fearing misunderstandings, Xi Lingxian deliberately chose the most understated and light-colored dress in her wardrobe, without any makeup, and her hair was adorned with nothing but two jade hairpins.

The kitchen brought over stewed rock sugar pears, and she took a deep breath before heading to Tingyuxuan with Taozhi.

Wang Jue's fever has subsided, and apart from the wound on her arm that needs to be dressed daily, everything else is fine.

"Young master, young master, Miss Xi has come to see you!"

When Ah Hu saw Xi Lingxian from afar, he ran back excitedly to report the news, so happy that he almost jumped for joy.

Wang Jue expressed doubt about this.

Would she really have such a conscience? I doubt it.

He lowered his head and continued reading, not taking Ah Hu's words to heart. She must have just happened to be passing by somewhere.

So when the familiar fragrance wafted over first, he glanced sideways and saw a pretty figure in pale yellow gracefully approaching.

My heart skipped a beat for a moment.

He deftly put the book he was holding back on the pillow. "You, what brings you here?"

Xi Lingxian looked slightly embarrassed. "I heard you had a fever. Are you feeling better?"

Wang Jue felt a warmth in his heart. Had she really come to visit him?

Xi Lingxian pursed her lips, her expression serene: "I heard from the nanny that after the high fever subsides, the throat may feel uncomfortable and one may cough. The kitchen just happened to make rock sugar pear soup for me today, so I brought some for you."

Wang Jue was stunned for a moment, her first reaction being to wonder if she was dreaming.

The maid opened the soup bowl, and a sweet aroma wafted out, instantly dispelling the bitter, medicinal smell that had accumulated over the past few days.

His gaze, which had been tilting to the side, suddenly became much more direct, scrutinizing the person in front of him from head to toe.

In both his past and present lives, he has always thought she looked beautiful in pale yellow, soft and obedient.

Even without makeup, her face was still more vibrant and lively, like a forsythia blooming in the wind.

He took the soup bowl handed to him by the maid and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The soup also contained white fungus, and the broth was sweet and soft, instantly relieving the dryness and itchiness in my throat.

Wang Jue has an innate wariness of unexpected good fortune.

He silently finished both bowls of wine, and as he wiped himself with a handkerchief, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "You...do you need something from me?"

"..." Xi Lingxian shook her head: "I have something to tell you, but it's not a request."

Wang Jue was even more puzzled.

Xi Lingxian spoke calmly and gently.

The last vestiges of warmth in Wang Jue's eyes, before they could fully spread, shattered and vanished upon hearing her words.

He gazed at the girl before him, whose demeanor had become serene, as if she were a completely different person. Every word she uttered was one of relief and letting go, of going their separate ways and owing each other nothing.

She no longer hated or resented anyone; it was as if she didn't care about anything anymore.

So, she's still going to hand him over to another woman?

How could she be so heartless?

The man's handsome features suddenly turned cold and indifferent, his brows furrowed sharply, and his gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by an overwhelming gloom and resentment.

Those dark, deep black eyes, swirling with an unbelievable obsession, were fixed on her.

Xi Lingxian felt a chilling aura wash over her, and her heart skipped a beat.

Something suddenly shattered.

Without any warning, the man sitting upright on the bed suddenly raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her roughly into his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips fiercely.

The moment their lips touched, the dormant love potion suddenly awakened and took hold, and a strange, hot and tingling warmth instantly swept over their limbs and bones.

Especially for Xi Lingxian, whose body contained a child Gu that was eager to be close to the mother Gu, all her strength dissipated instantly, her body went limp uncontrollably, and she could barely stand up.

Wang Jue noticed this, tightened his arms accordingly, and swiftly flipped over, pinning her heavily to the bed.

A masculine aura, unique to men, enveloped her overwhelmingly, deep and domineering, relentlessly and wildly plundering everything she possessed.