Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 610 Conspiracy (4)

Chapter 610: Chapter 610 Conspiracy (4)

Woof! ~It just can’t understand! But if Master likes it, it will watch! ~Woof! ~

An Yiqing received the message from Xiao Hei and couldn’t help but press her hand to her forehead in resignation. She had guessed as much; although Xiao Hei was a Spirit Beast, its intellect was only beginning to develop. Even if it could recognize characters, such specialized medical texts were probably beyond its comprehension.

Otherwise... how would she keep busy...?

An Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and at that moment, Old Jin’s lazy voice sounded.

"This cat can understand! ~"

Cough, cough, cough! An Yiqing choked on her breath and began coughing violently. Old Jin lay sprawled on the floor with all four feet in the air, rolling its eyes disdainfully.

"Cough, cough, Old Jin, how can you understand this stuff?" An Yiqing asked.

Old Jin blinked its eyes and stared at An Yiqing for a long time before popping out three words.

"Don’t know!"

"Have you studied Medical Arts before?" An Yiqing rolled her eyes and continued to inquire.

"Don’t know!"

"Who is your master?" An Yiqing gritted her teeth and asked fiercely.

Old Jin blinked innocently, "Don’t know!"

The temples of An Yiqing’s forehead throbbed as she looked at Old Jin and asked through gritted teeth, "Then what do you know?"

"I only know that I can understand all those medical texts you’re holding in your hands!"

Gah—!

As Old Jin finished speaking, An Yiqing was stunned. Those medical texts, so abstruse and incomprehensible to her, were actually understandable to Old Jin?!

An Yiqing blinked her eyes and rudely grabbed Old Jin over.

"Explain to me, what does this passage mean?" she pointed to a passage that she had read many times without understanding and asked out of curiosity.

Old Jin rolled its eyes, organized its thoughts internally, then spoke faintly to explain.

An Yiqing’s mouth formed a round "o," her face reflecting disbelief as she stared at Old Jin as if seeing a monster.

The knowledge from the books, which she had only partially grasped, became so clear and easy to understand after Old Jin’s explanations!

"Old Jin, who exactly are you?" An Yiqing asked, at a loss, looking at the cat that was now licking its paw.

"Don’t know. It’s anybody’s guess. Anyway, you’re my master now and will be in the future. Meow, why think so much?"

An Yiqing paused, then smiled in relief.

Old Jin was right; it was her partner, now and in the future. Perhaps it was because she had been in this complex world for too long that even her own thoughts had become heavy.

Looking at Xiao Hei, with its innocent gaze, and Old Jin lying there in lazy comfort, An Yiqing couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes animals deserve sincere treatment more than people do.

In the following period, Old Jin taught An Yiqing how to read that kind of medical text.

It was an ancient method of deciphering characters. The sequence between the characters was scrambled, and without finding the rule, one might go blind without understanding a thing.

An Yiqing stared at the characters in the book and, following the method Old Jin had described, she rearranged them. The hitherto incomprehensible text suddenly made sense.

Looking at the text she had rewritten, An Yiqing couldn’t help but admire it. Shennong Shi, as an Ancient Great God, had thought of such an advanced method of recording medical texts so many years ago.

After mastering this method, An Yiqing’s time studying medical texts was significantly reduced. She spent a whole twenty-four days in concentrated study in the Ancient Space, fully understanding and mastering the remaining medical texts before returning to the outside world, looking exhausted.

An Yiqing now had a preliminary idea about the antidote for Qing Frost poison. Although these medical texts didn’t record anything about Qing Frost, she had learned quite a lot about knowledge with similar pharmacology. They say it’s better to teach someone to fish than to give them a fish. An Yiqing, with her keen intelligence, just needed to grasp the principles of the toxin to be confident in concocting an antidote.

Having thoroughly absorbed the knowledge from the medical texts in the Earth Character Box, a huge weight gradually lifted from An Yiqing’s heart.

As long as Ming Yuan could be saved, that was all that mattered.

Diving into the softness of the large bed, An Yiqing mulled over recent events in her heart as she drifted into deep sleep.

Sometime later, the quietness of the bedroom was accompanied by the delicate sound of snoring, as An Yiqing fell soundly asleep.

After a while, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and a tall figure walked in quietly—it was Gu Yelin.

He walked softly to An Yiqing’s bedside and sat down, his tender black eyes unwavering as they gazed upon her sleeping face.

Gu Yelin had felt her presence the moment An Yiqing appeared in the bedroom.

Looking at the face that had filled his thoughts day and night, Gu Yelin’s restlessness over the past few days began to settle. Without her by his side for four days, not inhaling her scent, not hearing her soft voice, not holding her soft body, Gu Yelin felt as if his heart was empty. He was tempted to hide An Yiqing away and leave, to leave this chaotic world behind, and find a place where just the two of them could live out the rest of their days in peace and tranquility.

But Gu Yelin knew that neither she nor he were the type to forsake everything for the sake of pleasure. They had family, friends, and things they needed to protect; they could not abandon them and leave irresponsibly.

Gu Yelin lay gently on the bed, pulling the fast asleep An Yiqing tightly into his arms, he sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

He only hoped that all enemies and schemes would be resolved soon, so that his beloved could live a happy life.

The setting sun cast a warm orange glow throughout the room.

When An Yiqing slowly woke from her sleep, it was already past five in the evening.

Opening her eyes, she saw a strong chest and a muscular arm. The familiar cool masculine scent slowly filled her nostrils, bringing a sense of peace to An Yiqing’s heart.

Without speaking, she stretched out her arm to hug Gu Yelin’s narrow waist, nuzzling her small head against his sturdy chest, savoring the moment’s warmth.