Mo Qianhan frowned. Just as he was about to return to Moyu Pavilion, he noticed that the little bundle in his arms was sticky.
He raised his hand and took a look—the sticky stuff was blood.
Mo Qianhan immediately turned the child over and saw that Hua An's back was a bloody, mangled mess.
Mo Qianhan's brow furrowed even tighter.
The steward nearby, seeing this scene, was secretly shocked and, unable to bear it, reproached Chu Fengge: "She's actually injured. Having a mother like this is truly this child's misfortune."
Mo Qianhan handed the child to the steward and said, "Wrap up the pastries and have Su Ru test them for poison. As for this child, have Tan Liangyi properly treat her wounds."
After giving these instructions, he hurried back to Moyu Pavilion.
Hongling, Bai Ruoshui's head maid, said with reddened eyes, "When the Cousin heard the skilled physician say that the antidote required the blood of a woman under eighteen, as well as flesh from the wrist, she secretly drew three bowls of her own blood and cut two ounces of flesh from her wrist, adding them to the medicine to brew a detoxifying soup for the Young Heir. After the Young Heir drank the medicine, he stopped crying out in pain. Your Highness, please go in and see the Young Heir at once."
Mo Qianhan paused in his steps, then finally turned and went first to Bai Ruoshui's courtyard.
At that moment, Bai Ruoshui lay pale-faced on the bed, her wrist wrapped in a white cloth stained with blood.
Hearing footsteps, Bai Ruoshui opened her eyes.
"Cousin." She tried to rise, but her body was too weak, and she accidentally touched the wound on her wrist. The pain made her fall back with a muffled groan.
Mo Qianhan swiftly reached out his hand, but upon seeing Bai Ruoshui fall back, he quickly withdrew it, saying, "Ruoshui, I would find a suitable person for such a task. Cutting your own flesh like this will leave a scar on your wrist."
How would she ever marry in the future?
Bai Ruoshui knew it would leave a scar.
But that was exactly what she wanted—to leave this scar on her wrist, so that every time Mo Qianhan saw it, he would remember how she had saved Xiao Lou, so he would feel indebted to her in his heart, instead of constantly thinking about marrying her off.
Lying on the bed, looking soft and frail, she said with tears in her eyes, "Your Highness, I know you could find a suitable person, but Xiao Lou looked to be in such agony. I didn't think much at the time—I only hoped Xiao Lou could suffer a little less. It doesn't hurt at all, so don't worry about me. Go quickly and see how Xiao Lou is doing now. Has the poison been cured?"
Mo Qianhan glanced at her bloodless face. "Rest well. I will look after Xiao Lou."
"Make sure Xiao Lou stays safe and sound. Go quickly, Your Highness," Bai Ruoshui said gently.
Mo Qianhan lingered before her for a moment, instructed the maids nearby to take good care of Bai Ruoshui, and only then left Fangting Courtyard.
Bai Ruoshui gazed at Mo Qianhan's departing figure, her eyes full of infatuation!
But at the thought of Chu Fengge, her eyes instantly turned cold. It seemed she would have to put the second plan into action!
…
The woodshed.
With a "bang," the door was shut hard.
Chu Fengge was shoved viciously onto the pile of dry firewood, and a sharp pain shot up her arm.
It hurt—so much.
She pushed up her sleeve and looked. From the elbow down, her arm was a bloody, mangled mess.
It was a burn from the fire poker that had been knocked from the fire, when she had shielded the child in the kitchen just now.
At the thought of Hua An being in Mo Qianhan's hands, Chu Fengge's rage nearly burned her insides to ashes.
How could there be such a scum of a man?
On the surface he was a gentleman, but in secret he was hypocritical and vicious—and now he was even using a child to threaten her. He was utterly despicable to the core.
Just as she was trembling with rage, an image of a medicine chest suddenly surfaced in her mind, filled with supplies for treating burns.
Chu Fengge froze for a moment, thinking she was dreaming.
She closed her eyes to steady her emotions. When she opened them again, the medicine chest in her mind had not disappeared.
Only then did Chu Fengge realize that her Medicine God spatial dimension from the 21st century had crossed over with her.
With a thought, the medicine chest appeared before her.
Overjoyed, she opened it—everything needed to treat burns was there. With her homemade wound ointment, Hua An could be saved.
Yes, she had to find a way to get out!
She scrambled to her feet and pounded on the door. "Someone, someone! Tell the Prince Regent I can save—"
The door slammed open with a bang.
A senior maid strode in with three household servants wielding staves.
"What are you yelling for? You really thought marrying into the Prince Regent's Manor meant a life of ease? You poisoned the Young Heir. By the Prince Regent's order, you'll receive one hundred heavy strokes. Men—beat her!"
The three servants rushed toward Chu Fengge. At the same time, Senior Maid Yang shut the door of the woodshed, a horrifying murderous glint in her eyes…