Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 198: Brother, Yangyang is in a lot of pain (Yangyang~)

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Brother, Yangyang is in a lot of pain (Yangyang~)

Cui Yun held a cat in one arm and carried a vase with the other, slowly heading towards Ju Courtyard.

Before entering the courtyard, he suddenly stopped and instructed Ji Qing.

"Spread the news about today’s incident at the Governor Mansion to father."

"Is your lord asking the Marquis to handle it?"

Cui Yun smiled indifferently: "If he cannot even protect his own wife, how can he talk about defending the family and the nation?"

Only when Cui Yang steps in will those rumors outside stop.

"Understood."

After Ji Qing left, Cui Yun returned to his study. After setting down the vase, he glanced indifferently at Xue Tuan.

"You’re worse than a bandit."

Xue Tuan: ???

"At least it’s only a vase. If it were those paintings on the wall, grandfather definitely wouldn’t be willing to give them up."

Cui Yun said patiently: "Tell me what you want, always coveting others’ possessions is certainly inappropriate."

Xue Tuan: ...

She sulked and burrowed into the vase, not planning to come out again.

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Deep into the night.

The dusk devoured the sky, adding a dark hue to the night. The news of Shen Hua’s fainting was completely sealed by Cui Yun to avoid any trouble.

Most of the guests at the Yongchang Marquis Mansion had already left. Ji Huo, with his handsome features, was clinging to the joyfully dressed and handsome-necked Xuan Chen.

"Can you still hold your liquor? Keep drinking; there’s no rush to the wedding chamber."

Xuan Chen reeked of alcohol, and although he was sober now, another drink might knock him out.

"You didn’t force the Seventh Prince to drink on his wedding day."

"Can you be compared to him?"

Indeed, they were not the same.

At that time, Ji Huo was afraid that Ji Ge could drink him to death.

While saying this, he couldn’t help but turn to Ji Ge.

"Why didn’t you come with Princess Le Jia today? They say husband and wife are one; you still need to learn how to be affectionate."

Ji Ge: "If you can’t speak properly, shut up."

Ji Huo laughed heartily: "Hey, don’t tell me you still haven’t consummated the marriage."

He said, "Turning a blind eye, just let it be."

There’s no need to fuss over Princess Le Jia’s past.

Ji Ge: ...

Bravo!

You’re supposed to be encouraging drinking, yet you stab me with a cruel remark.

Lately, he had indeed been puzzled. Everyone said that Princess Le Jia was not behaving properly, even trying to seduce her own brother, but Ji Ge felt that maybe there was a way out.

With Princess Le Jia stuttering and timid like a mouse at just a few words, how could she possibly seduce anyone?

Thinking of this, he grew irritated again.

"Why bring me up out of the blue? Ji Huo, there’s no need to provoke me."

Xuan Chen wished he could drive the two away, helplessly saying: "Perhaps it’s best to disperse for the night."

Ji Huo was about to disagree when he saw Ji Ge wave his hand grandly.

"Forget it, I won’t make it difficult for you. Getting married even once is not easy for you."

This statement made Ji Huo burst into laughter.

"Are you serious? Not long ago, you proposed to knock someone out, and now you suddenly play the good guy?"

"Don’t yell at me; I originally did want to get him drunk, but now that I think about it, it seems rather pointless."

"Then what is interesting?"

"It’s quite interesting to see you annoyed. Out of everyone here, you’re the only one without a wife. In the end, you can’t match up to me. Do you have the nerve to criticize me? No matter how many concubines you have in the house, look at your self-satisfaction, always fickle-hearted."

Ji Ge: "I just can’t stand your damn attitude."

Ji Huo: ???

Ji Ge: "Where’s Cui Yun?"

"I feel uneasy just seeing him these past few days."

As he spoke, he looked around.

"That’s not right, where is he?"

Then, the complaints inevitably followed.

"He’s such a joyless person, so is Xie Xun. One hardly showed his face today. He acts as if he’s busier than the groom Xuan Chen, and the other excused himself after the meal, saying he needed to send his family members back home."

"Well done, the renowned young men of Shengjing."

"Different statuses, different natures, but turning tail and running is the same miserable attitude. What misfortune have I incurred to have to meet two such people at once?"

Xuan Chen: ...He also wants to know why Cui Yun, who promised to ward off the drinks for him, has disappeared!!! And let him confront these two with the surname Ji.

Cui Yun left Yongchang Marquis Mansion without alarming a soul. The girl’s eyes were tightly shut, her breath faint as if it were barely there.

His jaw rested against the girl’s head, her soft hair tangling with Cui Yun’s neck.

From a distance, they looked like a pair of lovers tenderly entwined.

Cui Yun took Shen Hua’s pulse.

The pulse remained unchanged.

His lips were tightly sealed. Without saying another word, he wiped the blood from the corner of Miss Shen’s mouth.

If one did not know she had fainted, they might have thought she was asleep.

He knew Shen Hua was going to die sooner or later.

One who is nearing death cannot be retained.

"Marquis... Marquis."

The guard was dozing off when he was startled by the sound of urgent hoofbeats growing nearer. As he looked up, the visitor arrived carrying the chill of a light frost.

Cui Yun dismounted, holding the person in his arms.

The guard fumbled with the doors, and amidst the heavy creaking sound, Cui Yun entered in response.

The man’s elegant sleeve flaps tangled with the girl’s layered skirt hems as they quickly disappeared from the guard’s sight.

At this moment, Ni Kang was holding a medical book, not forgetting to circle and make notes in the margins while reading key points, also adding annotations.

’Bang bang’

It was the remnant of Cui Yun’s cultivation.

Ni Kang’s gaze didn’t stray from the medical book by a hair’s breadth.

’Bang bang’

It was the greatest respect Cui Yun showed to Ni Kang.

"There’s no need to send over supper tonight." Ni Kang, thinking it was a cook from the Marquis Mansion, did not even lift his head.

’Bang!’ Then there was a loud noise.

The room door was kicked open.

Ni Kang’s heart skipped a beat, meeting Cui Yun’s frosty face head-on.

Are you being polite?

Yes, Cui Yun is being very polite.

...He had knocked twice already.

Instead of entering further, Cui Yun headed towards a small partitioned side room.

"She’s vomiting blood again. Prepare the silver needles."

This room was specially made for such occasions. Usually, Cui Rong would come here for minor injuries and pains, and the last time Shen Hua was here for acupuncture.

Cui Yun settled the person in front of the couch.

It was certainly more convenient for Ni Kang to administer the needles with the girl fainting.

"Miss Shen’s condition is just like this."

"From now on, there will likely be more, not fewer, incidences of blood vomiting and fainting. The Marquis needs to be prepared."

Cui Yun did not know if he was listening or not. He memorized each of Ni Kang’s acupuncture points one by one.

Seeing that he was silent, Ni Kang did not speak further, nor did he dare to be distracted.

His needling was steady and fast, seemingly simple, yet intricate. Even a slight delay could lead to grave concerns for the patient’s life.

The girl’s pale face looked terribly ill. If she were conscious, let alone those remaining ten needles, even one would scare her enough to climb up from the couch.

After placing the last needle, Ni Kang wiped the sweat from his brow, his previous concentration now giving way to catching his breath.

"I’ll go and prepare the medicine."

Cui Yun nodded his head.

Shortly after, Ni Kang left.

Cui Yun looked down and pinched the quilt. The moment he touched her wrist, his entire body shuddered.

It was the burning hot Vajra Bodhi Bracelet.

In the next instant, the bracelet hidden within his sleeve emitted a searing light.

Shen Hua felt as if she had been dreaming for a long time.

Her eyelashes trembled, her eyelids heavy as lead. Her chest felt unbearably stuffy.

Her dried lips moved, and she murmured in aggrievance.

"Yangyang hurts."

The girl struggled to open her eyes. Her voice carried an undeniable sob. Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.

Cui Yun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He reached out to touch her, his fingertips moist.

With her eyes closed, Shen Hua asked, "brother?"

The man sighed, "Weizhen is here."