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Seeing Qing, San Chun felt reassured, knowing that he would eventually take her away, and his steps became much lighter.
Turning a corner, he suddenly saw Kazama rushing over.
Qing would never have diarrhea for no reason. Thinking about how severe his condition was, she felt a stir in her heart and hid behind the wall. As Kazama approached, she suddenly stretched out her foot to block his path.
Kazama had something on his mind and wasn't paying attention; he tripped and fell hard. He got up, ready to curse, but when he saw San Chun standing in front of him, his mouth twitched, and he bowed slightly, saying, "Mr. Chun—good day."
San Chun smiled and asked, "Lord Feng, where are you headed?"
"Feng Lingjun has an upset stomach; Lord Jun sent me to fetch medicine."
"Did Feng Lingjun drink as well?"
"Of course." He nodded but suddenly felt something was off and quickly added, "At Lord Jun's banquet, it's natural to drink."
Qing had only had a cup of wine before her stomach started hurting. She had known there was something wrong with the wine; just by casually trying it out, she figured it out. Feng Lingjun was indeed clever, but no matter how clever he was, he couldn't withstand someone so shameless. Zhong Xue forced him to drink; could he refuse? You can avoid it for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Look at the trouble that drinking caused now...
Kazama felt a chill from her meaningful gaze; he was too accustomed to such looks. It was like seeing Chengyang Jun, and every time he received such a look from someone meant that someone was about to face misfortune.
Feeling anxious inside, he quickly said, "I still have matters to attend to; I won't disturb you any longer."
San Chun wouldn't let him go that easily. This Kazama appeared honest on the surface but had already been corrupted by Zhong Xue deep down. They harmed Feng Lingjun; she praised them for it, but if they harmed Qing, she wouldn't show mercy.
With a grin, she said, "Lord Feng is quite busy; let me take care of fetching the medicine instead."
"That won't do!"
"Why not?" She suddenly smiled mischievously and kicked him behind the knee. Kazama fell to the ground with a thud, this time harder than before, and his mouth was cut.
He was furious and about to retaliate when he recalled the ambiguous relationship between her and Zhong Xue; he immediately shrank back.
Everyone knew that Chengyang Jun was very protective. As a guard of the marquis's residence, Kazama dared to act against Feng Lingjun only because Lord Jun protected him. But that depended on who he compared himself with; if someone else caught Lord Jun's eye, he'd better weigh who mattered more in Lord Jun's eyes.
Seeing him disheartened, San Chun casually snatched the money pouch from him. "Since you're too busy, I'll take care of it."
Kazama forced a bitter smile; he suddenly felt like he had been robbed. But even so, what could he do? Go crying to Lord Jun that someone bullied him?
Shaking his head, he decided to first figure out the background of San Chun before making a decision. He also needed to understand how this sudden appearance caught Lord Jun's attention.
San Chun took the money and left the residence, heading to the nearest shop to buy a remedy for diarrhea, as well as a laxative. The diarrhea medicine was naturally for Qing, while the laxative was prepared for Feng Lingjun. This bastard actually dared to harm her; if she let him leave standing, it would be an insult to her reputation for causing trouble as San Chun. Back in Niushan Village, her skills in poisoning were unmatched, even Qing had to be wary of her.
It was clear that Zhong Xue also did not think highly of Feng Lingjun; even if this bastard ate it, he could only suffer in silence.
Delighted, she took the medicine to the kitchen and secretly brewed a bowl for Qing, who was still squatting in the toilet, passing it through the door.
Qing was straightforward and drank it inside, handing back an empty bowl while reminding her to keep a low profile and not cause any trouble.
San Chun sighed; he really understood her well. How did he know she was about to stir up trouble? She promised verbally but immediately turned around to have someone brew the laxative in the kitchen.
When she presented a steaming bowl of medicine in front of Kazama, Kazama's mouth twitched several times before he sighed. Lord Jun always believed that one should be shameless but not vulgar; today he realized that there were indeed people who could grasp the profundity of that principle. Seeing her "shameless" demeanor reminded him of Lord Jun's style back in the day.
After a long conversation with Chengyang Jun, Feng Lingjun left—not on his own feet but carried away by others.
His face was pale and drawn, looking utterly exhausted. The expression of despair on his face clearly indicated that he had not fulfilled his wish.
Feng Lingjun also had remarkable patience; despite suffering such persecution, he did not lose his temper and continued to visit Fengling Duke's Residence from time to time. He accepted whatever food or drink offered without hesitation, which made others admire him but also feel reluctant to add anything suspicious to his meals.
He temporarily stayed at the Embassy and did not rush to leave, seemingly looking for another opportunity.
San Chun secretly investigated and found out that they were indeed searching for someone named San Chun, whether male or female. After that, she dared not leave the residence anymore and hid in the Library, continuing her reading.
She felt relaxed, but outside, Feng Lingjun was extremely anxious. Ever since learning that San Chun had escaped, he had been restless. During his visits to Chengyang Junfu, he hadn’t mentioned seeking help even once; Chengyang Jun hadn’t brought it up either, as if he had forgotten why Feng Lingjun was there.
Their conversations were trivial matters, yet both knew what they truly wanted. Without anyone's assistance, he could forget about gaining even a single soldier.
He was burning with anxiety; blisters formed around his mouth. At night he paced around the room muttering, “Is my lord really going to destroy me? Is there really no one who can offer some advice? Is there really no one coming to save me?” In his urgency, his hometown dialect slipped out.
Just then, Yan Ping happened to come in from outside and couldn’t help but show a white grin. “Don’t worry about Lord Jun; I’m here.”
He had been handling some matters in Ying City and only just arrived in Daliang today. On the way, he heard how Feng Lingjun couldn’t eat or drink or sleep and was almost going mad with worry. As soon as he entered the Embassy, he came over to see what was happening; indeed, Feng Lingjun looked much worse than usual. It was quite satisfying to see…
Feng Lingjun tightly grasped his hand with tears in his eyes. “Yan Qing, you finally came.”
Yan Ping smiled. “Lord Jun need not be sad; I’m here to relieve your worries.”
"Quick, give This Lord an idea."
"I can come up with ideas easily, it's just..." He reached out in front of his nose, the meaning was too obvious.
Feng Lingjun glared at him, "You want money, right?"
Yan Ping immediately laughed; he knew Lord was perceptive.
Feng Lingjun ordered someone to bring in a box. He had brought many rare treasures to give to Chengyang Jun, but the person showed no interest, and he hadn't given away a single item yet.
He pointed at the box, "Feel free to pick one or two."
Yan Ping hugged the entire box, squinting his eyes, "Don't worry, Lord, I will bring the person back soon."
Feng Lingjun was almost in tears; it seemed he intended to take them all. After suffering from severe diarrhea, he had no appetite for food, and now it was even worse...
If he had known earlier, he would have let them bring in fewer items. Boohoo~~~~
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