My First Husband After Transmigration

Chapter 95

As the carriage jolted, his handsome face grew paler and paler, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, as if he were in great pain.

Yang Nianqing panicked: "Brother Nangong, what do you think?"

He seemed somewhat confused.

Noticing that the hand was gripping tighter and tighter, Yang Nianqing finally couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Nangong, why don't we go back first and ask Brother Qiu to take care of it for us..."

She had thought that since Qiu Bailu was still there, she could go back and ask him to check on her so she wouldn't have to worry so much. But as soon as she heard the word "go back," Nangong Xue immediately opened her eyes and interrupted her: "No need."

Beneath his sharply angled eyebrows, his gaze held a hint of authority, and his originally gentle and kind voice had taken on a coldness, so firm that no one could argue with it.

Yang Nianqing was stunned. (49)

“We’re not going back,” he shook his head and smiled. “We’re not going back.”

She hesitated: "But you..."

He suddenly let go of her hand, opened his arms and hugged her tightly, almost suffocating her, which also just in time prevented her from continuing to speak.

"Would it be alright if we didn't go back?" The gentle voice carried a pleading tone.

For some reason, his nose suddenly felt sore, and tears seemed to well up in his eyes. Was he feeling guilty and didn't want to get involved in this murder case anymore?

So, Yang Nianqing went along with him and forced a smile, "Okay."

He seemed relieved again, but he still held her tightly.

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After thinking for a long time, Yang Nianqing looked out the window and said, "I wonder if there are any small towns along the way where I can find a doctor or a pharmacy..."

He didn't answer.

"Brother Nangong, why don't we stop up ahead and ask someone for directions?"

There was no movement.

"Brother Nangong!" Yang Nianqing was startled and shook him vigorously. "What's wrong with you? Wake up..."

"It's nothing," he said softly, struggling to open his eyes. "I'm fine, I just need to rest... Don't be afraid... Don't go back..."

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

The ominous premonition in my heart was confirmed. This person with the pure smile actually had such a complex look in his eyes, making him unfathomable and heartbreaking. How many secrets did he carry? Only today, when he left, did those eyes finally show pure joy and ease. Why was he unwilling to go back? What was he afraid of?

No matter how many doubts I have, there's no time to think about them anymore.

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Something warm dripped onto my forehead and trickled down my cheeks.

It feels sticky when you touch it gently.

Seeing her hands covered in bright red blood, Yang Nianqing finally came to her senses and cried out in fright, "Brother Nangong, wake up... Stop the car! Hey, stop the car! Go back!"

Fresh blood kept flowing from his mouth.

The coachman, a long-time servant of the Nangong family, noticed something was wrong and quickly peered in. Seeing Nangong Xue's appearance, he was startled: "Young Master! What's going on...?"

Yang Nianqing had never seen anything like this before. She simply hugged him tightly and nodded, "Uncle, please turn back quickly. Mr. Chrysanthemum is still here, hurry..."

Just then, Nangong Xue suddenly opened her eyes and shook her head: "Don't go back!"

The two were taken aback.

He seemed to have fainted again.

The old servant hesitated: "This..."

"Is his word more important or his life!" Yang Nianqing snapped out of her daze, her voice trembling with anxiety and tears. "It's already like this, don't listen to him, hurry back!"

The old servant hurriedly nodded and went out, instructing the servants behind him to hurry back.

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The carriage sped along, and Yang Nianqing, oblivious to the bumps, simply held him tightly, both anxious and frightened.

In her arms, his handsome face was completely drained of color, and blood still seeped from the corner of his lips. She kept wiping it with her sleeve, but she could never get it clean; his chin and the front of his shirt were covered in crimson...

The beautifully shaped lips seemed to be moving.

Is he speaking?

Yang Nianqing hurriedly wiped away her tears, leaned closer, and tried hard to hear what he was saying.

The sound was very faint, floating aimlessly, like a kite with a broken string.

"Don't go back."

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As soon as the carriages and horses stopped at the gate, a commotion began, and a person walked out from inside the gate.

More than half a month had passed since they last saw each other, but he was still as dashing and leisurely as ever in his white robes, bright and vivid. When he saw them return, his long, slender eyes immediately shone with an unusual light.

The strength that had sustained her all the way suddenly vanished. Yang Nianqing disregarded everything else and ran up to him, grabbing his arm and stammering, "Quick... Brother Nangong... save him... Where is Brother Qiu? Hurry and save him, he's in the car!"

Only then did he notice her face covered in tears and the bloodstains. Li You was stunned for a moment, then walked toward the carriage without saying anything. When he saw Nangong Xue, his expression changed.

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The room was completely silent.

Two slender fingers joined together, imbued with intense force, struck different acupoints swiftly and accurately, like a gust of wind. Finally, a large amount of dark, slightly greenish blood spurted out.

Nangong Xue remains unconscious.

The tan silk scarf lit up, and Qiu Bailu stood up, bowing her head to carefully wipe her hands, her expression calm.

Yang Nianqing couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"

"Heart-Eating and Bone-Attaching Powder"

"Impossible!" Yang Nianqing exclaimed. "We haven't rested at all on the way here, we haven't even gotten off the carriage, how could he have been poisoned?"

“I didn’t say he was poisoned on the way. Not all poisons take effect on the spot,” Qiu Bailu glanced at her coldly and scoffed. “I’m just wondering how he managed to hold on until now before coming back.”

He Bi nodded, a hint of admiration appearing on his cold face: "It's already quite remarkable that one can endure this Heart-Corroding and Bone-Piercing Powder for even half an hour."

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

It turns out that this "Heart-Corroding and Bone-Attaching Powder" is colorless and odorless, only becoming apparent when it takes effect. Fortunately, although this poison is tormenting, it is not the kind that is immediately fatal, so it seems that the person who poisoned him did not intend to kill him.

What kind of pain was he enduring? No wonder he said strange things. Perhaps he already realized it then, but why didn't he tell me? Why did he insist on not coming back even though he knew he was poisoned?

What is he afraid of? (1a)

Is he the murderer? He's been trying to stop everyone from investigating, and now that someone has given up on the case and left, it should be exactly what he wanted. Why is he stopping them now? What is his purpose in doing this?

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Now that the poison has been neutralized, although Nangong Xue is still unconscious, her condition has improved considerably, and by dusk, her complexion has gradually improved as well.

He would rather endure the torment of pain than come back. What is he afraid of? Is it really only for her?

Yang Nianqing stood by the bedside, lost in thought.

On his handsome face, his two noble, sword-like eyebrows were always slightly furrowed, carrying a heartbreaking melancholy, as if he had endless sorrows that he could not unravel.

What secrets could such a person hold? Back then, he would grieve for half a day over the deaths of those who were completely unrelated to him. He probably didn't want to get involved in these things, but in the end, he was just like her, innocently and inexplicably dragged into it.

There's a really good saying:

When you're in the world of martial arts, you're not always in control of your own destiny.

In this seemingly peaceful yet turbulent world, are there many things beyond everyone's control? Before him stand Li You, He Bi, Qiu Bailu…

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Qiu Bailu did not leave.

He stood quietly by the bed and looked at Nangong Xue for a long time. For the first time, his sharp eyes were devoid of pride and sarcasm, and even showed some sadness.

Smelling the unique fragrance emanating from the earth-yellow clothes, Yang Nianqing thought of the phrase "gentle as a chrysanthemum," and that familiar feeling welled up in her heart again.

Like He Bi, he was ultimately not a "god".

"God" is ruthless, yet he stays by his friend's side, and their long-standing friendship is just like that of He Bi and Li You.

Looking at Nangong Xue on the bed, and then at him, the two of them were worlds apart in terms of appearance, status, and temperament. One was handsome, the other ordinary; one was a noble young master from a prestigious family, the other a detached and skilled healer from the martial arts world; one was as elegant as jade, the other as proud as a chrysanthemum in frost.

Upon close comparison, they had absolutely no similarities whatsoever. However, Yang Nianqing felt that they were still quite alike—to become friends, there must be some similarities.

"Perhaps... you shouldn't have come back." A sigh.

He turned and walked out.

Yang Nianqing was taken aback.

Before she could react, another person walked in.

Volume Four: The Slaps People Get in the Face in the Martial World

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:40 Word Count: 6419

He Bi glanced at the bed: "Brother Nangong is alright now."

Yang Nianqing nodded. (24)

"Old Li is back."

Suddenly, a mix of emotions welled up inside me, but I also found it somewhat amusing.

What good would it do to come back? If at first there was some escapism in her mind because he was the one who gave up on her first, because he told her to leave, now it's real. She really doesn't want to see him. She finally made up her mind to end it, so why should she go back for a relationship that's already incomplete? To be summoned at will and dismissed at will, even if Yang Nianqing has no principles, she wouldn't go to that extent. Even for the sake of the person in front of her, she can't do that.

Li You hasn't said a word yet.