Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Dongzhi smiled brightly, "Alright, I'll have the kitchen prepare two extra dishes for each meal."
She was focused on styling her hair and didn't notice Song Feiwan checking her pulse. Suddenly, Feiwan raised an eyebrow and continued to daydream:
"Although the master and the others misunderstand that you are lying, the mother of His Highness, Consort Rong, will definitely see that you are telling the truth. Once you return from the palace, our good days will come."
"You’re getting ahead of yourself," Song Feiwan said coldly, startling Dongzhi.
"Huh?"
Feiwan removed her fingers from her pulse, her words coming out through gritted teeth.
"Is heaven playing a joke on me?"
Dongzhi was puzzled. "Miss, what’s wrong?"
She realized that this body was poisoned! And it was a severe poison, leaving only a month to live!
In modern times, her grandfather was a renowned physician, and her parents also worked in the medical field. Ever since she was little, she had followed her grandfather around, assisting with consultations and dispensing medicine.
Being immersed in this environment, she had learned about traditional Chinese medicine at an early age. Her grandfather said she had a talent for it and taught her diligently, sharing all his knowledge with her. By the time she reached university, she could independently diagnose patients, prescribe medication, and provide treatment.
Just now, with a casual touch, she had discovered that she was on the brink of death!
In stories, people often enjoyed lavish lives and were showered with affection; why did it seem that for her, it was just a fate of an early death as cannon fodder?
Song Feiwan's expression turned icy as she signaled Dongzhi to stop and asked her to fetch a clean silver needle.
Dongzhi obediently complied.
Feiwan held the silver needle firmly, aimed it at her acupoint, and pierced it before pulling it out.
What gushed from the wound was thick black blood!
Dongzhi gasped in shock. "Miss, what’s happening?"
Having received the exact result, Song Feiwan felt a strange calmness wash over her.
"Don't spread the word, but I've been poisoned."
Dongzhi lowered her voice, "What?!"
It seemed that the poison had been in her system for over fifteen days and was extremely insidious; even now, she felt no discomfort. The day the poison took effect would be the day of her demise.
"Was it Madam and the Second Miss who poisoned you? They’ve always looked down on you!" Dongzhi was nearly in tears.
At first, Song Feiwan thought of them too, but quickly dismissed the idea.
If the poison wasn’t neutralized, she wouldn’t live to see another month.
Li and Song Shuyou wouldn’t be so impatient as to not wait even this little time, nor would they go so far as to design a scheme to throw her into the lake.
"It’s not them."
"Then who could it be?"
"I don’t know. The original owner has no recollection of anything before fifteen days ago."
Dongzhi asked, "Should we investigate?"
Song Feiwan replied, "After such a long time, it’s unlikely we’ll uncover anything immediately."
Dongzhi's voice trembled, "Then how much time do you have left?"
"Less than a month."
"What?!"
Tears streamed down her face as she anxiously paced back and forth. "What should we do now? Should I call for a doctor? Is there still time?"
Song Feiwan grasped her hand, signaling her to calm down.
"This poison is beyond the capability of ordinary people to cure, but you don’t need to worry too much; I have a plan."
Dongzhi's heart soared with hope. "If there’s a way, what can I do to help? Just tell me!"
A faint smile curved on Song Feiwan's lips. "Then help me tidy my hair nicely."
Her beautiful eyes glimmered with a determined coldness.
This time, when entering the palace, she intended to request permission to marry His Highness, the Crown Prince.
Comment 0 Comment Count