Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 566: Poison Extraction

“Alright, you said it.” 

For some reason, seeing Song Qingshu’s lazy demeanor filled Mu Wanqing with frustration. Being naturally proud, she couldn’t tolerate such a provocation, so without a second thought, she shot a dart at him.

“Argh!” Song Qingshu let out a muffled grunt, covering the wound on his chest. His face turned slightly pale, and he swayed unsteadily, yet he still smiled and said, “See, I wasn’t lying to you.”

As dark red bl00d seeped through his fingers. 

Mu Wanqing panicked, quickly rushing over to support him and helping him sit down. Her voice carried a hint of tears. “Why didn’t you dodge?”

“I promised you I wouldn’t dodge. If I had, how would that have appeased your anger?” Song Qingshu forced a smile.

“How could you be so foolish?” Mu Wanqing exclaimed, examining his wound anxiously. “Hurry up and use your Qi to force out the poison! That dart was coated with a very potent toxin.”

Song Qingshu shook his head. “I told you, if I die from poison, it’s my just punishment.”

Seeing his stubborn refusal to expel the poison, Mu Wanqing grew both angry and anxious. In desperation, she ripped open his clothes around the wound, then lowered her mouth to it, drawing the poisonous blood out in mouthfuls.

Song Qingshu was alarmed. “Are you crazy? This could k!ll you! Move away.”
But Mu Wanqing stubbornly shook her head. “I injured you; I’ll heal you. If you die by my hand, how will I ever… ever face Ling’er?” She leaned down again and continued to suck the poison from his wound.

The fragrance of her hair drifted to him, stirring a soft place in Song Qingshu’s heart. He couldn’t help but hold her hands.

Mu Wanqing trembled slightly. She struggled a little, but realizing she couldn’t free her hands, she let him be, focusing instead on the poison in his body.

Seeing that the bl0od she spat out had returned to a normal color, Mu Wanqing smiled in relief. “That should be enough. Apply this medicine to the wound…” But before she could finish, she slumped into Song Qingshu’s arms.

Song Qingshu was startled, lifting her face to see a faint red tinge on her lips—a remnant of the poison entering her system. At this point, he couldn’t care less about what he’d said before. He quickly sat her up, pressing several acupoints on her back and channeling his Qi into her, striving to expel the poison before it took hold.

“Ugh~” 

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mu Wanqing vomited a mouthful of dark red poison-laden blood, slowly regaining consciousness.

“What you did was extremely dangerous. That poison wasn’t deadly to me, but for you… if something had happened, how could I…” Seeing her wake up, Song Qingshu’s relief was mixed with frustration and concern.

Despite his reproach, Mu Wanqing sensed the warmth in his words, feeling a hint of sweetness in her heart.

“Oh no, your wound reopened!” With a glance, Mu Wanqing noticed blood seeping through his clothes around the wound. Panicked, she urged, “Apply some of this wound medicine.”

Song Qingshu casually pressed a few acupoints near the wound. “It’s fine, see? This stops the bleeding.”

“Acupressure is just a temporary measure. Use the medicine so it heals faster,” Mu Wanqing insisted.

Song Qingshu smiled wryly, looking troubled. “With my skills today, there are few in the world who could injure me. Why would I carry wound medicine?”

“Always boasting. If you’re so skilled, why did you get hurt by me so easily?” Mu Wanqing’s face turned slightly red, her words reproachful, yet her heart felt deeply moved.

“I have some wound medicine. Ah…” Mu Wanqing was about to retrieve the medicine bottle from her clothes when she suddenly realized her whole body felt weak, likely an aftereffect of the poisoning. “I can’t move right now, so you’ll have to get it yourself.”

Glancing at her collar, Song Qingshu hesitated, awkwardly smiling. “This seems a bit inappropriate. How about I wait until you’re better?”

“Just take it. Don’t waste time.” Mu Wanqing’s eyes flashed with irritation as she muttered under her breath, “You’re always so proper with me, yet so casual with Ling’er.”

Song Qingshu was exasperated. “Alright, alright. I’ll get it.”

When Song Qingshu’s hand reached into her collar, both of them shivered slightly.

“That was an accident, I swear,” Song Qingshu quickly explained.

“Hmph,” Mu Wanqing’s face flushed a deep red as she looked away. “Hurry up and grab it… and don’t wander around.”

Song Qingshu was almost in tears. He had genuinely wanted to behave himself, yet it had turned into a misunderstanding. Judging by Mu Wanqing’s reaction, she clearly didn’t believe he was “accidentally” clumsy.

Taking the medicine bottle, Song Qingshu poured the powder onto his wound, which made Mu Wanqing raise an eyebrow. “You’re not even going to check it first? Aren’t you afraid it might be poison?”

Song Qingshu chuckled inwardly. Mu Wanqing was clearly the stubborn type—her heart warm but her words unyielding.

“Even if everyone else wanted me dead, Wanqing, I know you wouldn’t harm me,” Song Qingshu said softly.

A pleased warmth bloomed in Mu Wanqing’s heart, though she let out a cold snort. “I’m sure you’re thinking of a few others—like the Ninth Princess, Chief Zhou, Miss Zeng… and Ling’er. I’m sure none of them would hurt you either.”

Song Qingshu was taken aback, feeling at a loss for words.

Mu Wanqing regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. Seeing the tender atmosphere she had disrupted, she felt both anger and embarrassment. “You’ll end up being ruined by women someday.”

“Better to be ruined by a woman than killed by some random guy, right?” Song Qingshu thought to himself, adding silently, “Hopefully when I’m a hundred, and from sheer exhaustion…”

Seeing Mu Wanqing’s brow furrowing, he quickly scooped her up, carrying her. “It’s getting late, and with the wind picking up, it’ll rain soon. Let’s find an inn for the night.”

“Mhm.” Blushing, Mu Wanqing nodded shyly. “But let’s not go back to the same inn. I’d feel so embarrassed.”

“Don’t worry. There’s a town about ten li from here; we’ll rest there.” Song Qingshu grinned. “Wanqing, you’re so light.”

“It’s not like you haven’t carried me before…” Mu Wanqing mumbled, embarrassed, then buried her face against his chest, refusing to speak further.

Song Qingshu was momentarily surprised, recalling the time he’d carried her on Mount Hua. Understanding, he smiled and walked on in silence, carrying her toward the nearby town.

As the two of them gradually disappeared into the distance, Li Mochou stepped out from behind a tree, hesitating. 

Should she follow them? If she didn’t, she’d never find out what his connection to the Ancient Tomb Sect was. But following him meant witnessing him being affectionate with another woman.

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