The Cloud Feather of the Red Chamber: A Marriage Arranged with Gong Yuanzheng at the Start

Inside the Zheng Palace, Qiulan had just finished directing everyone to arrange the young lady's boudoir when she turned around and saw the young lady lying on the bed, fast asleep.

She quickly grabbed a thick blanket and covered Lin Qingyue with it. In this snowy weather, if she caught a cold, she would suffer.

Suddenly, she felt darkness in front of her and heard the crisp sound of bells in her ears. When she looked up, she saw a tall and handsome young man lifting Lin Qingyue up, blanket and all.

Qiulan quickly reached out to stop him, "Young Master Zheng! This is against etiquette!"

Gong Yuanzheng gave her a cold look, and Qiu Lan's face turned pale. She immediately fell silent and lowered her outstretched hand.

This Young Master Zheng is even more terrifying than Young Master Jiao. Although Young Master Jiao's eyes are cold, they are nowhere near as chilling as Young Master Zheng's.

Qiu Lan swore that the way Zheng Gongzi looked at her just now was no different from looking at a dead person.

After placing Lin Qingyue on the bed, Gong Yuanzheng carefully covered her with the quilt and touched the temperature of her cheeks with his hand. Fortunately, she was not cold.

But when he touched that soft cheek, he found himself reluctant to let go.

Even a light touch softened a piece of his long-hardened heart.

Qiulan, standing behind him, frowned deeply. Even if they were engaged, Young Master Zheng shouldn't act like this; it was extremely rude.

Having mustered her courage, Qiulan spoke again: "Young Master Zheng, this is unreasonable!"

Gong Yuanzheng lowered his hand, turned around and looked at Qiu Lan, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Perhaps, there are some answers he doesn't need to wait until he leaves the palace.

Qiulan felt a chill run through her body, and fear began to spread from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but take a step back.

Seemingly satisfied with Qiulan's reaction, Gong Yuanzheng suppressed his smile, sat down on the edge of the couch, held Lin Qingyue's wrist, and focused on taking her pulse.

As soon as he took the pulse, Gong Yuanzheng felt a chill. This was a poison he had made two years ago. Those who were poisoned all seemed to have died from illness. The wonder of this poison was that it would present different causes of illness depending on the constitution of the person being poisoned.

Since the herbal extract could suppress the toxicity of this poison, he became too lazy to develop an antidote.

However, once the poison is suppressed by Baicao Cui, one cannot live without it and must take it every month. If one misses a month, one will immediately die from the poison.

Lin Qingyue has been poisoned for a year, and the reason she hasn't developed symptoms yet is simply because the amount administered was too small.

Given Lin Qingyue's current physical condition, she will likely succumb to the poison within six months at most.

Panic instantly spread throughout his body. Gong Yuanzheng couldn't help but lower his head and gently touch Lin Qingyue's forehead with his own.

The hand that was taking her pulse naturally grasped Lin Qingyue's wrist.

A sense of relief rose from the bottom of my heart. Fortunately, the marriage was arranged. Fortunately, you married into the palace. Otherwise, you might really have died in a place I don't know.

Just thinking about such an ending made Gong Yuanzheng feel a sharp pain in his heart.

Qiulan watched Gong Yuanzheng's series of actions with anxiety and panic. What did this mean? Was her young mistress very ill? Why was Young Master Zheng acting like this? Was he using the pretense of seeing a doctor to do something indecent?

She wanted to stop him, but dared not speak. She had a premonition that if she interrupted him again, Gong Yuanzheng would really kill her.

Just as she was about to break out in a sweat, Gong Yuanzheng finally got up.

Gong Yuanzheng's eyes were slightly red, and his hand holding Lin Qingyue's wrist trembled slightly.

Gently lower Lin Qingyue's wrist, carefully place it in the quilt, and then cover it up tightly.

Gong Yuanzheng turned to Qiulan and instructed, "Take good care of Yue'er. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he leaped out of the bedroom, leaving behind only a series of clear bell sounds.

Qiu Lan was startled. She ran to the door and looked outside, but Gong Yuanzheng was nowhere to be seen. She immediately closed the door tightly.

After catching her breath against the door for a while, Qiu Lan rushed to Lin Qingyue's bedside. Seeing her sleeping soundly, Qiu Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, feeling a lingering fear. This Young Master Zheng was truly terrifying.

Inside the pharmacy, Manager Jia looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, his face showing hesitation. After struggling for a long time, he finally made up his mind, put the medicine bottle into his pocket, and turned around. He saw a figure standing against the light at the door. The sunlight was dim, and he could not see the face of the person for a moment.

"Young Master Zheng..." Steward Jia called out tremblingly, his hand instinctively clutching the medicine in his arms tightly.

Gong Yuanzheng stepped into the pharmacy, his gaze sharp as an arrow, making Steward Jia tremble and instinctively lower his head to avoid it.

Had they been discovered? Steward Jia clutched the medicine in his arms tightly, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

As the pharmacy manager, no one knew better than him how potent Gong Yuanzheng's poison was.

His poison sac wasn't properly hidden yet. If it falls into Gong Yuanzheng's hands now, he'll probably suffer a fate worse than death.

Thinking of this, Steward Jia's back hunched even more.

"Get out!"

The cold words, however, made Steward Jia feel as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled out of the pharmacy, forgetting to even close the door.

Gong Yuanzheng watched Jia Steward run away expressionlessly. "I'll let you live a few more hours, but you won't survive tonight anyway."

Gong Yuanzheng walked quickly to the medicine cabinet and opened one of the drawers.

The poison that was put in two years ago is still inside, safe and sound.

Gong Yuanzheng couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, "Haha, what a wonderful moon palace, what a wonderful moon palace!"

The drawer turned to dust in Gong Yuanzheng's hands. His smile was cold and mocking, and his black pupils became even more deep and icy.

The ingredients for this poison are extremely rare; back then, he only had enough herbs to make two doses.

One copy is kept in the pharmacy, and the other is kept in the Moon Palace.

The poison in the pharmacy is still there, so the poison that the Lin family was poisoned must have come from the Moon Palace.

Gong Hongyu protected the assassin Wu Feng, allowing her to live a life of luxury and ease within her palace.

The Moon Prince and the Assassin Without Edge are deeply in love, and he even gives away incurable poisons at will. Is there any need for such a palace to exist?

Kill them all! Kill them all!

Looking at the poison in his hand, Gong Yuanzheng could barely contain the surging killing intent within him.

Faint voices came from outside the pharmacy. Gong Yuanzheng's eyes flickered slightly. These were the doctors who were taking the bride's pulse.

Upon seeing Gong Yuanzheng, the doctors were taken aback and hurriedly bowed, saying, "Young Master Zheng."

Gong Yuanzheng's cold gaze swept over the doctors. "What are you doing at the pharmacy?"

The doctors were practically sweating bullets. Young Master Zheng's temper had always been eccentric, so why was he acting so strangely today? He was even starting to seem a bit abnormal.

One of the doctors, forcing a smile, replied, "Young Master Zheng, some of the brides are rather frail, so we've come to collect some medicinal herbs."

Gong Yuanzheng's cold gaze swept over the doctor and landed on the doctor to his right.

"I remember your medical skills; they were the best in the clinic."

The doctor shuddered and hurriedly replied, "It's just average, nothing compared to Young Master Zheng."

Gong Yuanzheng was too lazy to waste words with him and directly interrupted his flattery, "Pack your bags, take a few more bottles of herbal extract, and go to Jiaogong to find my brother."

The man paused, then looked up at Gong Yuanzheng in astonishment.

Gong Yuanzheng curled the corners of his lips, his tone gentle but his eyes devoid of any smile, "What, my words no longer carry any weight?"

"No, no!" he exclaimed, startled. "I'll pack my things right away and go find Young Master Jiao."

As he spoke, he ran to the cabinet where Baicao Cui (a traditional Chinese medicine) was stored, grabbed a few bottles of Baicao Cui, and dashed out of the pharmacy in a flash. His actions were extremely swift and decisive.

As for the bride who needs to recuperate, she should find another doctor; he's too busy to be in two places at once.