Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space
Chapter 1878 - 1872: Don’t Ask

Chapter 1878: Chapter 1872: Don’t Ask

"It’s okay now, let’s go out. I still need to detoxify Qing Teng from the cup poison." Qin Xue patted his back, signaling him to let go of her.

"Alright." Chu Molin released his wife, tucking the hair that had fallen on her face behind her ear before letting her leave the room.

"Hmm, I’ll go prepare the medicine for father after handling Qing Teng’s matter." Qin Xue smiled back at Chu Molin, waved her hand, and left.

"Hmm, okay." Chu Molin nodded, understanding that he couldn’t stop her, so he chose to support her instead, hoping it would make her feel happier.

Chu Molin remained in the room until the bloody scent dissipated before turning to leave. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain the strong odor. In all his years as a soldier, he had never drunk human blood. This was his first time – an almost life-threatening first time. He would rather endure the pain himself than let his wife suffer. But he felt powerless, as he could only watch helplessly.

"Qing Teng, drink this, don’t ask any questions or care about where it came from." Nangong Beiying interrupted Qing Teng as she was about to question.

"Understood, Young Miss." Qing Teng swallowed her words. If the Young Miss said not to ask, she wouldn’t ask.

"Drink it." Nangong Beiying watched her quietly.

"Okay." Qing Teng picked up the bowl, brought it to her lips, and drank. The moment it entered her mouth, she almost spit it out from the iron taste — it was human blood. No wonder the Young Miss didn’t want her to ask. What had she done to deserve such treatment from the two ladies?

Qing Teng was in tears as she finished the blood in the bowl, then set the bowl down, wiped her tears, and waited quietly.

"How is she?" Qin Xue arrived just as Qing Teng was in the most pain.

"See for yourself." Nangong Beiying invited her to look, unable to describe it.

"Hmm, hang in there a little longer." Qin Xue saw Qing Teng drenched in sweat and realized the pain must be much worse than when her own poison acted up each time.

After more than ten minutes, Qin Xue took out a dagger, lifted Qing Teng’s wrist, made a cut in it, and placed it silently on the silver bracelet she wore.

"Miss, this..." Qing Teng could barely speak through her pain.

"Let The King of Cups consume it." Qin Xue initially thought to burn it, but then considered it a great tonic, so she decided to let her King of Cups have it instead.

"Oh." Qing Teng gritted her teeth. She had endured so much pain before; she believed she could get through this as well.

"It will be over soon, just hold on a bit more." Qin Xue softly encouraged Qing Teng as the swelling neared the wound.

At this point, Qin Xue was also uncomfortable. The heat on her wrist was becoming unbearable.

"Xuexue, are you alright?" Nangong Beiying noticed her discomfort.

"I’m fine." Qin Xue was indeed in discomfort, suppressing the feeling as she sensed The King of Cups in the bracelet growing more excited, almost to the point of burning her.

"But you..." Nangong Beiying hadn’t expected Qin Xue to suffer this much too. What a situation, both of them in such distress over a cup poison detoxification.

"Ugh, ah." Just as Nangong Beiying was about to finish her sentence, Qin Xue let out a muffled groan, and Qing Teng’s pained scream immediately followed.

"Qing Teng." After the screams, Qing Teng fainted. Nangong Beiying cried out in shock, while Qin Xue looked at the fat insect on the bracelet, feeling utterly disgusted. Yet seeing it remain motionless, Qin Xue was confused. What was happening? Wasn’t The King of Cups supposed to eat it? Why was it still there?

"Master, take a bottle and keep it." Xue Ling had come over upon sensing Qin Xue’s discomfort, and after confirming she was okay, it stopped at the doorway, using its divine sense to monitor the situation inside the room.