Poison Genius Consort

orced to show himself.

She woke up from a fever haze to see him sitting by her bed, looking at her with a soft, gentle gaze.
She only thought she was dreaming again and quickly shut her eyes, afraid to wake up.

“Drink your medicine.”

Her senses grew alert as soon as he spoke.
When she took in his silent expression once more, she knew this wasn’t a dream.
He personally raised the bowl to her lips, urging her to drink, but she simply turned away and ignored him.
Once again, he lifted the bowl to her lips, but she picked it up in another fit of fury and smashed it onto the floor.

“Long Feiye, just what do you want to do?!”

“Drink your medicine,” he said simply.

“Answer my question!” she raged on.
She had waited for an entire month only to get nothing but his silence and refusal to answer her questions. Is he fooling around with me?!

A high-fever patient would turn frightfully red when they lost her temper.
As soon as Han Yunxi had finished speaking, she broke into a coughing fit severe enough to make even her insides ache.
His voice grew frantic at her exertions.
“Drink your medicine first, then I’ll tell you.”

“And if I don’t?” she provoked him with her cold glare.
She wasn’t acting arrogant from being spoiled, but from being genuinely angry.

Instead of answering, he suddenly drank a large mouthful of her medicine before pressing his lips against hers.
Like that, he forcefully pushed open her mouth and slipped the medicine into her mouth .
She struggled for her life and even hit him, but he refused to let go.
Once he finished feeding her once, he drank another mouthful and fed her again.

Han Yunxi was so enraged that she punched him.
Coincidentally, her hand struck right at the site of his injury.
He abruptly released her and turned aside to spit up a mouthful of blood.
His internal injury was only halfway healed, so even a light strike at such a close distance was enough to aggravate the wound.
Han Yunxi was completely flabbergasted by the sight playing out in front of her.
She stared blankly at his quickly paling face, completely at a loss at what was going on.

What’s wrong with him?

He wiped the blood from his lips and raised another bowl of medicine to her lips.
“Finish this one.”

“Long Feiye, you’re injured!?” she said in fright.
Although she didn’t understand what was going on, she could guess it was an internal injury from his lack of obvious scars or outward pain.

His martial arts are so highly skilled, so how could he have suffered an internal injury? Who hurt him like this?

Just how much strength could her punch carry? Yet a single strike was able to make him cough up blood. How serious are his injuries?

Long Feiye ignored her question, as obstinate as a child.
Once again he insisted, “Finish this.”

“What’s wrong? What happened to you? Talk to me! What have you been doing for the past month?” she frantically pushed his hands aside, wanting to inspect his chest, but he stubbornly brought the bowl of medicine back into her sight.

“Finish this!”

“Long Feiye, what’s wrong with you? Tell me!” Han Yunxi was crying now, her heart filled with fear.
All of the grievances she’d held back for the past month came rising to the surface.
“Long Feiye, just what’s the matter? What has happened to you?”

He hastily helped her wipe her tears, but she still couldn’t stop crying.

“I’m…fine,” he finally replied.

“Liar!” her voice was fierce. You clearly spat up blood, how can you be fine?!

“I’m really fine.
Be good, drink your medicine first,” he soothed as he picked up the bowl. Your body’s finally getting better, you can’t ruin your health now.

“I’m not drinking it!” Han Yunxi grew willful.
In truth, he was wholly helpless against her whims.

In the end, he could only reply, “Someone from the sword sect injured me, it’s not that important anymore.”

“Your master?” Han Yunxi was stunned.
Duanmu Yao wouldn’t have the skills to hurt him like this, so she figured that he was the only option. Why did he leave without saying a word with Duanmu Yao that day? And why was he in such a rush? He not only refused to explain anything, but wouldn’t even let me come along.

“No, it was my martial uncle, Cang Qiuzi,” Long Feiye replied simply. If it was anyone but master, I would’ve let you know. But he would neither speak of his master nor allow Han Yunxi to see the man.

“What happened?” Han Yunxi asked in all seriousness.

“Internal struggles between different factions of the sect.
It’s been resolved since then.” He spoke of it lightly, but how could he have gotten so injured if he hadn’t opposed Cang Qiuzi in the first place?

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why do you never tell me anything?” she demanded.

“It happened too suddenly…” So speaking, he lifted the bowl of medicine again.

“I won’t drink!” she refused him.
“Let me see your injury.”

“Drink your medicine first,” he coaxed earnestly.

She furrowed her brows, her eyes red with her tears as she refused to budge.
Left without any other choice, he could only set the bowl back down and take off his clothes.
Over a month had passed since the incident, but the handprints on his chest were still as clear as day one, a stark testament to Cang Qiuzi’s ruthlessness.
The sight made her heart ache, and she lightly brushed against the marks, afraid that she’d hurt him.
“Just then….I really deserved to die!”

“Drink your medicine first, won’t you?” He was close to begging her now, something he’d never done  a single time in his life.
Outside, the three prefectures of the central region and the fifteen cities of Jiangnan were all waiting for him to take command over them, but he had chosen to stay in this house and plead with a belligerent woman to take her medicine.

But that woman still refused to drink.

“You suspected me of illicit relations with Gu Qishao! Then you looked down on me!” This wasn’t an interrogation, but a flat out accusation.

His hands stiffened slightly from her words.
“That’s not it.”

But then he quickly added, “I’d never be able to kill you.
But I will murder Gu Qishao.”

He took offense!

“I didn’t do it on purpose! Back then it was because…” She quickly summarized the entire situation.
For the sake of evading the black-robed assassin, she and Gu Qishao had no choice but to act that way.
Then she’d accidentally forgotten to get dressed while treating his wounds.
Even if the person wasn’t her lifesaver, she’d still worry about the injuries first under such desperate circumstances.
Gu Qishao was really far too seriously hurt. Saving lives was a fight against time!

Despite her explanation, his expression remained as gloomy as before.
“I’ll never forgive you.
Drink your medicine.”