Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 801: A Quick Way to Dissolve the Gu, Master Huo’s Uncontainable Rage

Chapter 801: Chapter 801: A Quick Way to Dissolve the Gu, Master Huo’s Uncontainable Rage

Song Qing had been from a minor aristocratic family and was sent to the Huo Family when she was nearly an adult. Such individuals could not compare to Hidden Guards cultivated by the Huo Family from childhood.

If there were no benefits involved, why would she risk her life willingly to become his medicine person?

Huo Yirong was certain that the Huo Family had agreed to some condition for Song Qing.

As long as it involved benefits as a price, everything was negotiable.

Huo Zhi and Song Qing were both Hidden Guards, the former making Huo Yirong hesitate, unwilling to destroy her.

If the medicine person was Song Qing, and she came for the benefit of the Huo Family, then it was a shortcut to curing the poison, and he would not hold back.

Moreover, the appearances of Song Qing and Huo Zhi were not inferior to each other, and if standing together, Song Qing seemed slightly superior. If he really decided to consume her, he would not feel any psychological burden.

Huo Yirong felt as if his body could move, his fingers curled inside the blanket twitching slightly, all his schemes hidden in those gloomy eyes.

Gongsun Yibo was already the head of his family, and he noticed the shift in Huo Yirong’s attitude, knowing he must have an idea, "The Huo Family is very generous, promising Song Qing to become the medicine person. If you escape danger, the Song Family will also climb higher."

The Song Family was a third-tier aristocratic family in Capital City, pressed by the nobles above and sucking up to the wealthy below, not living too toughly, yet not exactly thriving in Capital City.

If they had the support of the Huo Family to climb higher, their family could also glorify their ancestors.

The last bit of doubt in Huo Yirong’s heart dissipated.

"Since that’s the case, let’s try the poison curing opportunity that has a half-chance of success. When do we start?"

His voice was a bit hoarse, indicating his urgency for a one-time cure.

Being able to get up and move freely, who would want to lie in bed powerless, looking half-dead?

This feeling was extremely frustrating, and Huo Yirong did not want to tolerate it for even a second longer.

Hearing his urgency, Gongsun Yibo’s eyes twinkled with amusement, teasing, "Second Master, even if you want to try, you will have to wait a month until you can get out of bed."

Huo Yirong scowled, his eyes shaded with a sinister coldness as he stared fiercely at the Gongsun Family Head like a sharp eagle.

Without speaking, his displeasing expression seemed to question Gongsun Yibo, why wait a month.

"Second Master, even if I bring Song Qing right now, you are willing but powerless."

Gongsun Yibo’s eyes drifted downward, resting on the area under the blanket covering Huo Yirong, which must not be discussed.

Anyone whose male pride is doubted would be infuriated.

Huo Yirong’s already pale face turned even paler and his gaze fixed on Gongsun Yibo like a dagger, wishing he could stab him repeatedly.

Gongsun Yibo stood up, leaned close to Huo Yirong’s ear, and whispered a few sentences audible only to the two of them.

Huo Yirong’s frosty demeanor grew even uglier, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his dark pupils shifting as he stared intensely at Gongsun Yibo.

The latter stood up, flicked nonexistent dust off his clothes with a carefree gesture: "So? Second Master, will you agree?"

Huo Yirong scoffed lightly, the corners of his lips curling in a sinister arc, "Gongsun Family Head, though Song Qing was not a Hidden Guard cultivated by the Huo Family from childhood, she has been in the Huo Family for ten years. Taking her life so carelessly would be repaying kindness with cruelty."

Gongsun Yibo chuckled, "Just as I expected of your character. Apart from the four great families and six major aristocratic families of Capital City, outsiders think that Huo Family’s Second Master is decisive and ruthless. But they don’t realize there is a bit of nobility in your nature when it comes to personal connections.

If it were Huo Third Master, he probably would have agreed on your behalf by now, trading a mere servant who came mid-way for your life, would be the most suitable deal."

The complimented Second Master paid him no heed, frowning and coldly said, "Cut the flattery, just tell me what you want!"

Gongsun Yibo, the head of one of the six major aristocratic families known as the Gongsun Family, a subsidiary to the Huo Family.

His grandly righteous words were nothing but a cover for some ulterior motive.

Gongsun Yibo didn’t beat around the bush, smilingly said, "On the day you cure the poison, I want Song Qing."

Huo Yirong’s frown deepened, "You want her?"

Gongsun Yibo spoke evenly, "As previously mentioned, her physique and blood are greatly welcomed by poisonous insects, making her the most suitable candidate for a medicine person, indeed a rarity."

Huo Yirong took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, his hand reaching out from under the covers.

He pointed at Gongsun Yibo with trembling fingers, his voice hoarse and sinister, "In your dreams!"

Thinking of the words that man had just whispered into his ear, his face paled to a ghastly greenish white.

The other party suggested bringing the frail Song Qing over from the next room in the middle of the night. If she couldn’t serve him actively, people could be assigned to assist—a push, a hug, might make things happen.

The condition was that he had better take medicine to keep from failing halfway, which showed they doubted his capabilities.

And Song Qing must be drugged too, ideally to the point where she lost herself and was out of her senses, to ensure she cooperated fully and voluntarily.

Listen to these words—were they even human?

Huo Yirong utterly detested Gongsun Yibo’s devious ideas.

It wasn’t that the other party didn’t treat Song Qing as a person; it was rather that Huo Yirong, however inadequate he might be, would not allow such manipulation.

Gongsun Yibo displayed a look of regret and said with a smile, "If you won’t give her, then so be it—it was just a joke. You should rest honestly. In a month, if you still want the fastest way to remove the poisonous insect, I’ll make arrangements."

Huo Yirong’s eyelids drooped slightly, a warning in his tone, "Do not plan against Song Qing. One day when she leaves the Huo Family, I won’t care about your past dealings, but as long as she is under the Huo Family’s roof, we will protect her completely."

"Understood, I’ll go check on her in the next room," he said.

Gongsun Yibo waved his hand and left the room.

The room was then left with a few Gu Masters of the Gongsun Family and the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard, stationed in a corner, silent and nearly imperceptible.

The adjacent room.

Gongsun Yibo pushed the door open; a strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

Song Qing lay on the bed like a corpse, a Huo Family servant standing beside her, wiping her sweat and cleaning the blood stains from her body.

The implantation of the Shadow-eating Gu in one’s body induced a rejection reaction, causing blood to seep through every pore.

After struggling through the night, Song Qing’s body had thinned rapidly.

Her pale cheeks were bloodless, her unconscious body still shivering slightly, looking even more miserable compared to Huo Yirong.

Gongsun Yibo walked up to the bedside, dismissed the attendant, and stared solemnly at the frail Song Qing, her eyes tightly shut.

He watched expressionlessly, his gaze impenetrable, yet internally he lamented what a pity to lose such a brilliant prospect.

Had Song Qing fallen into his hands, he could have made significant breakthroughs in the Gongsun Family’s study of the Poisonous Insect Technique.

After testing the members of the Huo Family last night and observing Huo Yirong’s protection of their Hidden Guard, he knew he couldn’t touch Song Qing.

Gongsun Yibo’s lips barely moved, "Has she woken up before?"

The servant bowed and replied, "Miss Song woke up in pain an hour ago but fell back asleep within a few minutes."

Gongsun Yibo bent over and pulled back the blanket from Song Qing’s body.

She was wearing only a thin strapped undershirt, her white skin studded with blood beads.

At her weakly breathing chest, there was a slight bulge the size of a thumb, where the Shadow-eating Gu resided.

A chill swept through, and the scantily clad Song Qing shivered subconsciously.

Seeing this, Gongsun Yibo released his fingertips, letting the blanket fall over the person yearning for warmth.

Perhaps the motion was too casual, for the blanket ended up covering Song Qing’s face as well.

After finishing his observation, Gongsun Yibo turned and left without looking back.

The servant watched him leave, then quickly walked to the bedside and pulled the blanket off Song Qing’s face.