Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

After a moment, a white mist emerged from Chu Jinxun's forehead, his face turned red and white, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was suffering from some pain.

The white mist on his forehead quickly turned into beads of sweat, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down. His face became even uglier, with a faint bluish tint.

Wu Yuxing hadn't come closer just now, but now, seeing him like this, he took two steps forward anxiously: "Your Highness, what are you doing..."

"Shh!" Sai Bian Que put his index finger to his lips and shook his head at him.

He and Yan Xining both stared at Chu Jinxun nervously.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the increasingly heavy breathing of Chu Jinxun, like the pulling of an old bellows, tugging at everyone's heartstrings again and again.

Sai Bian Que narrowed his eyes and stared at the changes in Chu Jinxun's expression. The wrinkles on his forehead twisted into deep grooves. He held tightly in his hand the pulse pillow that he had always carried with him for many years as a doctor, ready to step forward and check at any time.

Yan Xining frowned tightly.

Wu Yuxing stood aside, his feet seemed to be nailed, his face full of anxiety, his eyes wandering back and forth between Chu Jinxun and Sai Bianque, his hands rubbing nervously, but he did not dare to act rashly.

After a moment, Chu Jinxun suddenly arched his body, hugged his abdomen with both hands, made a dull retching sound in his throat, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably.

Wu Yuxing rushed forward, trying to support him, but Sai Bianque grabbed him and said, "Don't move! The medicine is attacking the internal organs with all its might right now. No outside force is allowed to interfere!"

Chu Jinxun closed his eyes tightly, sweat pouring down his face, soaking his clothes and leaving a water stain at his collar. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, as if every breath took all his strength.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splashed onto the ground, shocking to the eye.

Seeing this, Yan Xining exclaimed, "Jinxun!" She quickly stepped forward, placed her finger on Chu Jinxun's pulse, and held her breath to diagnose his pulse. Wu Yuxing also gathered around, staring nervously.

Yan Xining breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his face, as if he had survived a disaster. "It worked! Most of the poison has been expelled with this mouthful of blood. Although my body is still weak, my life is saved!"

Bian Que grinned, his wrinkles squeezed into a flower. "Haha, I told you, I have the reputation of a miracle doctor after all, and you have such a brilliant idea. Plus the almost magical Stone Spirit Grass, how could I have killed someone? Boy, it won't be long before you can jump around like a normal person!"

Chu Jinxun slowly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him was a little blurry. It took him a long time to see those worried eyes clearly.

He smiled weakly and held out his hand.

Yan Xining held it.

He also shook Yan Xining's hand tightly in return: "I'm sorry to have worried you, I'm fine!"

Sai Bian Que brought a bowl of warm water, motioned Yan Xining to help Chu Jinxun stand up, and slowly fed him the water: "Your Highness just vomited blood clots, and his internal organs are damaged. He needs to be nursed back to health. This is a risky tactic of fighting poison with poison. Although it worked this time, we must keep a close eye on it to prevent any residual poison."

Chu Jinxun nodded slightly, and after drinking a few sips of water, he felt the burning sensation in his throat ease a little.

Then, he could clearly feel a warm current rising from his abdomen and slowly flowing to his limbs. His body, which had been afraid of cold and weak for years, was gradually filled with warmth, feeling numb and tingling, as if an endless supply of power was reviving and gathering.

"Thank you, Master, and thank you, Xining! If it weren't for your miraculous healing skills and extraordinary courage, I would have died long ago!"

"Just take good care of it. Keep thanking me, it seems awkward."

"Right, right, right. What kind of relationship is this? What kind of friendship is this? Why would you even need a thank you?"

Sai Bian Que said, "Don't talk too much for now. Quickly activate the Taichu Hunyuan Jin and feel if there is any residual poison in your body. If there is, force it out. I believe you have the ability to force it out now."

Chu Jinxun nodded, sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

Sai Bian Que and Yan Xining were discussing in a low voice.

Wu Yuxing was completely confused, mainly because he didn't know anything about medicine. He really couldn't understand the discussion between the two regarding Chu Jinxun's condition.

He hurriedly said, "I'll go out and ask someone to prepare some food!"

The prince has woken up. He should have been detoxified. He won't be sick again! His body is healthy and he will be like a normal person...

A surge of blood rushed in his heart, and Wu Yuxing was filled with a happy emotion. The feeling of relief and joy from the bottom of his heart made him walk as if he was floating.

On the third day, the Marquis's Mansion was filled with guests, all of whom came to burn incense and offer sacrifices.

Yan Xining naturally came as well, but what was unexpected was that Prince An Chu Jinxun, who had been in a coma for more than a month and had been locked up, also came with them.

Although his face was still pale and he looked sick, he stayed with Yan Xining and was always with her.

At the time of Si, all the visitors had already burned incense and offered sacrifices, and were standing on both sides. Three animals were placed on the mourning hall, and the smoke from the incense curled up, making the words "The Spirit Tablet of Mrs. Yiyun of the Luo Family of the Yan Family" on the tablet look vague and vague, revealing a sense of desolation and sadness.

In front of the hall is Master Mingyuan of Nanshan Temple, who is chanting sutras with four monks to pray for the souls of the deceased.

Following three sounds of the wooden fish, Master Mingyuan and his companions stopped. They then stood up and vacated the hall.

Today is the most important sacrifice, and the host will thank the guests.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Weiyuan Marquis Yan Xiaozhen walked out with unsteady steps, as if he was dragging a heavy burden. His face was pale and dejected, and the majestic image of the marquis in the past was gone.

Behind him, Tian Jiaying lowered her head, clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and followed his steps without saying a word, her figure showing a bit of fear.

Everyone was whispering to each other. Someone sighed, "This Marquis Weiyuan is truly a man of deep affection. His first wife has been dead for years, yet he still holds a ritual for her, and with such a grand ceremony. I'm sure he must be deeply in love with her."

Someone else echoed, "Yes, look at the Marquis's face. He must be filled with sorrow and unable to control himself."

Yan Xiaozhen was completely unwilling, and every step he took seemed like he was walking on the edge of a knife. He raised his eyes and was caught off guard by Yan Xining's cold gaze. That gaze was like a cold star, revealing deep hatred that made his heart tremble.

He knew that this little girl could do what she said.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly raised his head and bowed to everyone, his arms trembling slightly. Then, as everyone stared in astonishment, his knees buckled and he knelt down in front of the memorial tablet.

This kneeling was like a huge rock falling into the water, causing thousands of waves, and the guests gasped in shock.

Although the dead are the greatest, Marquis Weiyuan is not a junior, and according to etiquette, there is no need to perform such a grand ceremony. Such behavior is really abnormal.

Before everyone could react, Tian Jiaying knelt down beside him, trembling.

Yan Xiaozhen's lips trembled, and his voice trembled, breaking the suffocating silence: "Luo Yiyun, your husband is guilty."

He swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty, "Back then, the Marquis' Mansion was seriously short of money and on the verge of collapse. To prop up the Yan family, I set my sights on the Luo family. The Luo family has been in business for generations and has a strong financial foundation. When I married you, I had the intention of using the Luo family's wealth to fill the Marquis' Mansion's shortfall."

"After we got married, all the household expenses, big and small, were funded by embezzling the Luo family's money. I completely ignored your grievances and difficulties, making your situation in the Marquis' Mansion difficult, and then pretended to be nothing to the outside world. I... was truly extremely selfish. This is my first sin!"

As he spoke of this, beads of sweat appeared on Yan Xiaozhen's forehead.

The guests looked at each other, surprise flashing in their eyes, and their original respect for the Marquis began to crack.

After catching his breath, Yan Xiaozhen continued, "The battlefield is treacherous. My martial arts skills are mediocre. Without your extraordinary intelligence, secretly mobilizing connections, gathering supplies, and offering advice, how could I have achieved military success and revitalized my family? But after my triumphant return, I concealed all your achievements and took all the glory. In the court, everyone praised my bravery and fighting skills, but no one knew the hard work and dedication behind the scenes. I was greedy for fame and ungrateful, using you as a stepping stone to climb higher and make a better career. This is my second sin!"