Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 677 Getting Engaged (3)

Chapter 677: Chapter 677 Getting Engaged (3)

So, every minute, every second now is an ordeal and a test for the entire Medicine Sect.

An Yiqing extended her hand to delicately check Ming Yuan’s pulse, which was feeble and irregular, indicating that his vital signs were very weak.

Seizing the moment when there was no one else in the treatment room, An Yiqing flipped her wrist and took out a few Heaven Mountain Snow Lotuses from the Ancient Space, squeezing out the juice to feed Ming Yuan.

At that moment, Ye Chenghong walked in.

"Girl, how is your Senior Mingyuan? Do you have any ideas?"

"Mmm, Master, I have come up with a method that should be able to counter the Qing Frost poison. I’ll prepare for a few days, then give it a try," An Yiqing nodded and asked softly, "Master, regarding Senior Mingyuan’s poisoning this time, have you found out who did it?"

Ye Chenghong’s gaze flickered and he gave a light cough, "Girl, you don’t need to worry about this matter for now. Your elder uncles are all investigating it. The incident with the Xuanjin Yu Jade tired you out recently; rest well these next few days. If you can concoct the antidote for Qing Frost, that would be great, but if not, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Here in the Medicine Sect, there is still this old man, your master, to bear the burden, and we old fellows won’t just watch Ming Yuan die."

An Yiqing obediently nodded, her nose tingling slightly.

"Master, I know you and the elder uncles are definitely keeping something from me, and it’s something serious. I won’t force you to tell me, but please, don’t hurt yourselves. If it really can’t be resolved, you mustn’t hide it from me anymore," An Yiqing grabbed Ye Chenghong’s large hand and shook it playfully.

"Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you. If we can’t resolve this matter, I’ll definitely tell you and let you, the clever spirit, help out," Ye Chenghong said helplessly as he nodded, "But girl, stop shaking me now, you’re shaking this old bag of bones apart."

An Yiqing secretly pursed her lips in a smile and blinked mischievously, "Nonsense, Master, you’re not old at all; you only look like a man in his forties."

"Old indeed, old indeed. If I weren’t old, then my precious girl wouldn’t grow up, and if she didn’t grow up, she couldn’t get married," Ye Chenghong said affectionately, teasing her, "Girl, I’ve heard it from your grandfather and Old Gu that in the next few days they will formally propose marriage, and then the engagement invitations will be sent out. Your and the boy Gu’s good news is approaching quickly. Sigh, the precious disciple I’ve nurtured for twenty years is finally getting married!"

Ye Chenghong sighed deeply, his eyes filled with satisfaction. Unconsciously, his memory drifted back to that blustery snowy night twenty years ago when he found the wailing infant in the small woods behind the village.

He hadn’t anticipated that she would have grown into a fine young woman now, and moreover, one about to be married.

Ye Chenghong finally understood that bittersweet feeling of being part of a bride’s family, an array of emotions only those involved could truly comprehend.

"Master, I’m only getting engaged, just engaged, there’s still time before the wedding," An Yiqing’s face reddened, and she retorted coyly, "Besides, even after I get married, I will still be your precious disciple, and you, as my elder, will still need to watch over my growth. You can’t abandon me just because I’m married."

"Yes, yes, how could I dare to let you go? Wouldn’t you lift the roof off the Medicine Sect?" Ye Chenghong reached out to tap An Yiqing’s forehead, "Silly girl, go back home and rest well. In a few days when the Gu Family comes to propose, you can’t lose face for the Medicine Sect."

"Yes, Master, I’ll listen to you. But you must come that day, or else I won’t agree," An Yiqing stuck out her tongue playfully and waved her hand cheerfully as she left.