“Yangfeng, what’s wrong with Xinmeng?” Shang Bieye asked urgently.
“She’s been poisoned!” Wu Yangfeng said with furrowed brows.
“Poisoned?! How could she be poisoned?!” Shang Bieye was shocked, then immediately turned to Little Potato, who was standing there with teary eyes, feeling guilty, “Little Potato, weren’t you two just filling the water bags?”
“Yes! We were about to leave after filling the bags, but then I saw something red in the water and told Mistress. She went to check, and then she screamed and passed out,” Little Potato explained, trembling and crying, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t told Mistress…”
At that moment, everyone’s attention was on Yan Xinmeng, and no one had the heart to comfort Little Potato’s self-blame.
In Chapter Nine, at the inn’s upper room, Shang Bieye anxiously watched Yan Xinmeng lying on the bed, her complexion turning darker by the minute.
“Yangfeng, is there anything we can do?”
“I’ll try,” Wu Yangfeng had no confidence, but he had to try. He took out a bag of golden needles from his pocket, spread them out, and with practiced hands, began inserting them into Yan Xinmeng’s vital acupoints. When he pulled out the needles, the part that had entered her body was entirely black, and black blood slowly seeped out from where the needles had been.
“How could this happen?” Shang Bieye exclaimed in panic.
Wu Yangfeng hadn’t expected this either; he quickly took out a White Jade Lingzhi Pill from his medicine box and tried to get her to swallow it, but Yan Xinmeng couldn’t take it in.
