Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

Seeing her calm expression, Zhan Miao felt a little relieved.

Lin Yiwan continued, "I have studied the Southern Frontier Poison Manual and have some knowledge of the antidote for this poison, but it requires some effort."

When the carriage arrived at the post station, people were already waiting upon hearing the news. The post station was heavily guarded by Qin Lie's personal guards, and no unauthorized personnel were allowed to enter.

As soon as Zhan Miao entered the courtyard of the post station, he heard a muffled groan coming from inside the house, accompanied by heavy breathing, which made his heart tighten.

She stepped forward quickly, but was stopped by Lin Yiwan: "Wait outside. No one else can be in the room while I'm administering acupuncture."

Zhan Miao stopped in his tracks, staring at the tightly closed door. Cold sweat beaded on his palms. He had no choice but to stand guard outside the door, pressing his ear against the door panel, afraid of missing a single sound.

Inside the room, Lin Yiwan pushed open the door and entered. A strong smell of medicine and heat rushed towards her. Lu Jingheng, who was on the bed, had a flushed face, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his neck. His originally handsome eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were dry and cracked, with an abnormal bluish-purple tinge.

His hands gripped the brocade quilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, the sheets were torn and deformed, and he kept muttering Zhan Miao's name.

The sound shattered in his throat, carrying an obsession he himself was unaware of.

Lin Yiwan walked slowly to the bedside and checked his pulse. The pulse was erratic, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. The poison had spread through his blood vessels to his internal organs. Fortunately, it had not yet entered the bone marrow, so there was still room for maneuver.

She raised her hand, her fingertips landing on Lu Jingheng's wrist, and with her other hand took out silver needles from the needle pouch, scorching them over the candlelight, the silver needles gleaming with a white light.

First, she lightly flicked her fingertips and inserted the silver needle into the Neiguan acupoint on his wrist. Lu Jingheng's body trembled violently, he groaned, his brows furrowed even more, and his mutterings became more rapid.

Lin Yiwan remained expressionless, her fingertips flying, silver needles falling like shooting stars, piercing his vital points one by one, each needle steady, accurate, and ruthless, without the slightest error.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. Applying acupuncture to remove the aphrodisiac was extremely mentally taxing, requiring her to use her wrist strength to move the silver needles and force out the toxins from her body.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and only the flickering candlelight inside illuminated Lin Yiwan's focused eyes and Lu Jingheng's expression on the bed, which alternated between pain and relief.

At first, Lu Jingheng struggled violently due to the backlash from the drug. Lin Yiwan had to have the guards outside the door come in and hold down his limbs. Even so, his hands kept waving and he kept chanting "A Miao".

The voice was a bit clearer than before, carrying a hint of pleading and longing. Lin Yiwan's fingertips paused slightly as she understood.

It turns out that the young general had always harbored feelings for his own maid.

As the silver needle entered the acupoint, wisps of cold air seeped into Lu Jingheng's meridians along the needle's tail, clashing with the heat toxins in his body. His body alternated between hot and cold, and his consciousness was repeatedly pulled between chaos and clarity.

He felt as if he were in a sea of ​​fire, his body burning unbearably. Yet, in a daze, he seemed to see a cool figure standing beside the fire. It was Zhan Miao, dressed in a pale yellow dress, standing under the peach tree in the Marquis's mansion, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

She called him "Young General Lu".

That was their first meeting during a blind date. He went to a banquet, and she hid behind the princess, secretly watching him. When she was discovered, her cheeks turned bright red, like a ripe peach.

The flutter in my heart back then was hidden in the corners of my eyes and brows, and in each deliberate chance encounter!

He liked her, and he immediately wanted to marry her.

Unexpectedly, Su Ningshuang's sudden appearance caused them to drift further and further apart.

As the toxins in his body were gradually forced out by the silver needles, Lu Jingheng's breathing gradually became steady, and the flush on his face faded a bit, with only the cold sweat on his forehead still dripping down.

Lin Yiwan's forehead was covered with sweat, and the hair at her temples was wet and stuck to her cheeks. She raised her hand to wipe away the sweat, but her fingertips remained as steady as Mount Tai. When the last needle was inserted into the Baihui acupoint, her body swayed slightly, but she still gritted her teeth and held on.

The tip of the silver needle trembled slightly, and Lu Jingheng's body stiffened abruptly. He then spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered into the copper basin in front of the bed. The black blood fell to the ground, carrying a faint fishy smell, a sign that the toxins of the aphrodisiac were being forced out.

Lin Yiwan slowly pulled out all the silver needles, each one stained with a faint black mark. She soaked the needles in the medicinal solution, then slumped into a chair and began to regulate her breathing.

The acupuncture treatment had exhausted her greatly, and she felt completely tired.

But then Lu Jingheng on the bed slowly opened his eyes. There was still some confusion in his eyes, but the previous chaos was gone.

"Water!" Lu Jingheng's voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by fire.

Lin Yiwan raised her hand to summon the maid outside the door, handed her a cup of warm water, and the maid carefully helped Lu Jingheng up and fed him the water.

The warm water soothed his thirst, and Lu Jingheng's consciousness gradually cleared.

He looked around and saw that it was a room in the post station. He then glanced at Lin Yiwan, who looked exhausted, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Then, as if remembering something, he struggled to get up: "This humble general greets the Lady of the Marquis!"

"No need to get up. Your poison has just been neutralized, and your meridians are still weak. You need to rest well." Lin Yiwan raised her hand to press him down, her voice calm. "You were poisoned by aphrodisiacs. If it weren't for Lieutenant Qin risking his life to return to the Marquis's mansion to report the news, even a great immortal would have been unable to save you if it had been any later."

Lu Jingheng's eyes darkened. He remembered that after drinking that glass of wine, he felt dizzy, and then the effects of the drug hit him, making his whole body hot. In his blurred consciousness, he only felt his ears burning, but a sour feeling rose in his heart. He had let Zhan Miao down.

"Madam Hou, what about A-Miao?" Lu Jingheng hesitated before speaking. Before he could finish, the door was gently pushed open, and Zhan Miao strode in, her eyes red-rimmed. Her gaze fell on him, filled with undisguised anxiety and heartache.

She had been standing guard outside the door, hearing his muffled groans from inside and hearing him call out her name. Her heart was pounding. Now, seeing him open his eyes, his face was still pale, but the danger from before was gone.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She staggered to the bedside, looked at him, and a thousand words stuck in her throat, finally turning into only one sentence: "Lu Jingheng, do you know your mistake?"

Looking at her reddened eyes and the dark circles under them, Lu Jingheng knew that she must have been worried about him for a long time. His guilt deepened. He raised his hand to hold hers, but because of his weakness, his hand trembled as he raised it. His voice was hoarse but very serious: "A-Miao, I was wrong."

His mistake was that he insisted on taking risks; he was really overestimating his abilities.

Lin Yiwan looked at the two of them, sighed softly, and stood up, saying, "You two have a good talk. I'll go to the outer room to keep watch and instruct someone to prepare the medicine."

Having said that, he left with his maid, closing the door behind him and leaving the room to the two lovers who had gone through so much.

The room was quiet except for the flickering of the candlelight. Zhan Miao sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched his forehead. His temperature had returned to normal, and her fingertips, slightly cool to the touch, rested on his forehead.