Reborn as a Happy Wife in a Rural Family
Chapter 163 - 162: Coma

Chapter 163: Chapter 162: Coma

Xiao Yunjing propped himself up to sit, his gaze tightening as he looked at the young man before him. He asked, "Your people tried to kill me, yet you saved me. If they find out, what will they do to you? And what will you do then?"

The young man turned to meet Xiao Yunjing’s deep eyes and was momentarily dazed. This man has such sharp eyes, he thought. Anyone with weak internal strength would be terrified by his gaze.

The young man squinted, shook his head, and said, "I don’t know. Actually, I didn’t really save you; the antidote was yours."

After speaking, the young man lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Xiao Yunjing let out a soft breath. It was Li’er’s medicine that had saved his life.

Thinking of his delicate and gentle wife, a smile touched Xiao Yunjing’s lips, and his heart softened.

He missed his dear little wife.

He took his bag, from which he retrieved medicinal powder and gauze. He then unwrapped the old gauze from his leg and cleaned the wound anew with Spiritual spring water.

The blood around the wound was already bright red, indicating the poison had been neutralized.

After re-bandaging it, he took out two pieces of dried meat from his bag and handed one to the young man.

"Eat something."

The young man looked at the two-finger-sized piece of dried pork, accepted it, and began to chew.

"What’s your name?" the young man asked.

"Xiao Yunjing. And you?"

"Xi Chenyu," the young man replied.

"Your surname is Xichen?" Xiao Yunjing paused before asking.

"Yes, everyone in the Baiyue Clan has the surname Xichen," Xi Chenyu said.

Xiao Yunjing lowered his eyelids. The surname Xichen was unique to the Xichen Kingdom; there was no other family with it.

"UGH!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Xiao Yunjing’s chest. He grunted and frowned. Why would his chest suddenly hurt?

He clutched his chest; it felt as if something had just bitten his heart.

"What’s wrong?" Xi Chenyu stopped chewing his dried pork and asked, puzzled, glancing at Xiao Yunjing’s leg. Could it be his leg?

Xiao Yunjing was now in so much pain he could hardly speak. Following the initial stab of pain, intense waves of agony washed over him, as if myriad ants were gnawing at his heart.

"AAAH..."

Xiao Yunjing cried out miserably and fainted.

Xi Chenyu stared, dumbfounded. He was fine just a moment ago, how could this happen?

He quickly felt for a pulse on Xiao Yunjing’s neck; it was still beating.

Xi Chenyu lifted the blanket and examined Xiao Yunjing’s body. Aside from the previous injury, there were no other wounds.

What does this mean?

He didn’t understand medicine, so he couldn’t take a proper pulse.

Xi Chenyu frowned deeply. What should he do?

He couldn’t stay here with him indefinitely, nor could he avoid going home, and he certainly couldn’t take him back to his clan.

Just as Xi Chenyu was fraught with worry, Gu Qingli, thousands of miles away, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart that nearly threw her from her horse.

However, the pain lasted only a moment before vanishing.

Gu Qingli frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over her. Something must have happened to Xiao Yunjing.

She glanced at the snow-covered landscape. Her horse moved much slower than usual on the snowy ground, and she wished she could fly to him.

She had a car in her Space, but it would be even slower than the horse in this snow.

She looked at Wuqing and the other three again. Perhaps I should have them carry me using their lightness skill?

"WHOA..."

So, she reined in her horse.

"Miss, what’s wrong?" Wuqing immediately asked.

"Wuqing, this is too slow. How about you take turns carrying me? Would that be possible?"

Wuqing looked back at Wuyou and the other two; all three nodded in agreement.

Thus, the group of five, master and servants, decided to take the side paths, as the main roads still had occasional travelers.

Afterward, Gu Qingli stored the horse, Wuyou, and the other two in her Space, leaving only Wuqing with her.

Wuqing pulled the hood of Gu Qingli’s cloak over her head and said, "Miss, let’s go."

"Alright, just be careful."

"Understood," Wuqing acknowledged. She then gently lifted Gu Qingli in a princess carry and darted forward.

「Meanwhile」

Mr. Xiao led ten thousand soldiers to the foot of Yanshan Mountain and immediately ordered them to search the mountain.

Yun No. 30 wanted to enter the mountain to rendezvous with Yun No. 6 and the others but couldn’t find them. He had no choice but to stay close to Mr. Xiao.

Yun No. 30 gazed towards the Yanshan Mountain Range, grumbling internally. How was it so easy to get down the mountain, but once up here, he couldn’t tell east from west, south from north? It truly was perplexing.

Xi Chenyu watched over Xiao Yunjing until dusk, but Xiao Yunjing still hadn’t awakened. Instead, his face was contorted in pain, and he had developed a high fever.

This threw Xi Chenyu into a complete panic.

Gritting his teeth, he once again hoisted Xiao Yunjing onto his back and headed towards his clan’s village.

The Baiyue Clan was essentially a large village, home to about a hundred families and seven to eight hundred people.

He lived alone at the outskirts of the village; not even dogs frequented his home. I’ll take him back there for now, he decided. If I leave him here, he won’t last until morning; wild animals will devour him completely.

With great difficulty, employing stealth and evasion, Xi Chenyu managed to carry Xiao Yunjing back to his small house and lay him on the bed.

He touched Xiao Yunjing’s forehead; the fever was even worse than before.

Xi Chenyu’s brows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a mosquito. He knew nothing of medicine. The villagers rarely suffered from common ailments like headaches or fevers. On the rare occasions they did, they would get some herbs from the Master, brew them into a tea, drink it, and recover.

That’s right! I’ll go find the Master!

Like him, the Master was also a bachelor. He taught the clan’s children during the day, and no one visited his house at night.

Speaking of this Master, he was quite an enigma. Word was that he had barged into the village twenty years ago when the old Clan Patriarch was still leading the clan. Instead of killing him, the Clan Patriarch had allowed him to stay, and he had become the village’s Master.

Thinking of this, Xi Chenyu hurried towards the Master’s house.

The Master’s house was in the center of the village. When Xi Chenyu arrived, the Master was eating dinner.

The Master didn’t seem surprised at all to see him.

"Boy, have you eaten yet?"

Xi Chenyu shook his head.

"Oh, then eat here," the Master said, moving to get a bowl as he usually did.

"No, Master. Could you give me some herbs for a fever?"

"A fever? Boy, are you running a fever?" The Master paused, walked over to Xi Chenyu, and reached out to feel his forehead.

Xi Chenyu ducked his head to the side, waving his hands. "N-no, Master. I-I don’t have a fever."

"If you don’t have a fever, what do you need herbs for?" the Master asked, staring at him.

"I... I..." Xi Chenyu stammered for a long time but couldn’t articulate what he needed. What was he supposed to say?

The Master noticed his unusual demeanor. He had watched this boy grow up and knew he was a terrible liar, though he could keep a secret. This boy definitely has something he’s not telling me.

He recalled hearing some clan members say earlier that an outsider had broken in and still hadn’t been found. He’d also heard the person was injured.

Thinking of this, the Master quickly closed the door, then pulled Xi Chenyu closer. "Did you save that outsider who broke in?" he asked in a low voice.

Xi Chenyu looked up into the Master’s sharp gaze and nodded.

He had absolute trust in the Master. No matter what, he believed the Master would not harm him.

"You foolish boy! How could you do something so reckless? If anyone finds out, both you and that person will be executed!" The Master gently poked Xi Chenyu’s forehead.