With Multiple Babies, Who Still Wants to Be the Marquess’s Wife? - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Do you want to be my wife?

Lan Qingxi had always felt that Song Linyuan’s moods were unpredictable, but now she sensed his domineering nature as well.

She glanced at him. He was leaning lazily against the chair with one hand supporting his head, his chest half-exposed, with his wound partially covered, giving off an air of both elegance and wildness.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, she turned her head slightly and said, “Alright.”

Someone knocked on the door—it was Dao Shisan bringing the items she had requested.

As expected of Song Linyuan’s trusted subordinate, his efficiency was remarkable. The needle was exactly the shape she wanted, and the thread was just as she requested.

After taking the items inside, she said to Song Linyuan, “My lord, stitching the wound will hurt a bit, so bear with it.”

Song Linyuan glanced at her and said, “I’m curious to see how you plan to treat my wound.”

Without responding, Lan Qingxi first sterilized the needle with fire and then soaked the thread in strong alcohol.

After these preparations, she began to stitch his wound, bringing them quite close together.

Watching her work, Song Linyuan furrowed his brows slightly, and the muscles of his body instinctively tensed.

In a soothing voice, Lan Qingxi said, “Relax, my lord, it will be over soon.”

Blood was still seeping from his wound, and the smell of blood mixed with her scent, creating a unique aroma.

Song Linyuan glanced down at her and said, “If this treatment of yours isn’t better than before, what you’ve done to me will be enough to have you killed a hundred times over.”

Lan Qingxi, focused on stitching, absentmindedly responded.

Unhappy with her lack of attention, Song Linyuan snorted coldly. As she pierced the needle into his skin, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This method of stitching had been passed down from foreign lands in her past life, known to be highly effective for treating wounds.

Due to a chance encounter in her previous life, Lan Qingxi had learned this treatment method and had even treated soldiers on the battlefield. Her stitching skills were quite adept.

Normally, such stitching would require the use of anesthetics, but since Song Linyuan was so disliked, she decided not to give him any—let him feel the pain!

After finishing the stitching, she applied medicinal powder to the wound and carefully wrapped it in gauze.

Song Linyuan had been injured countless times before, usually bandaging himself carelessly or having Dao Shisan do it.

This was the first time someone had bandaged him so meticulously, and the experience felt a bit novel to him.

Suddenly, he found the idea of having a woman by his side not so bad.

After treating his wound, Lan Qingxi said, “The wound should fully heal in about half a month, my lord.”

“In the meantime, we can begin some preparatory work.”

“In addition to the prescription I mentioned earlier, which should be taken, you’ll also need a set of silver needles.”

“As for the silver needles, just follow the standard acupuncture set used by the imperial physicians. My identity makes it inconvenient for me to procure them, so I’ll need you to arrange that, my lord.”

“Also, you’ll need to watch your diet. It’s best to avoid fish and shrimp, and stick to light foods…”

Before she could finish, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the lips.

She widened her eyes and stared at him as he, with a serious expression, asked, “But can I eat you?”

Lan Qingxi: “…”

Lan Qingxi: “!!!!!!!”

She had thought there was some unspoken understanding between them—she treated his injuries, and he wouldn’t make any inappropriate advances toward her.

But clearly, she had underestimated the inherent mischief in men.

She softly said, “I told you this last time, my lord. Until your poison is cured, you shouldn’t be intimate with women.”

Song Linyuan asked, “And what would happen if I am?”

Lan Qingxi replied, “You’ll die.”

With a teasing smile, Song Linyuan said, “You once said you’d be willing to die under me, and now I want to die on top of you.”

Lan Qingxi: “…”

He reached out, gently lifting her chin, observing her closely. “You look decent, and you’ve got a bit of cunning.”

“How about this—if you can truly cure me, don’t bother being a healer anymore. Be my concubine instead.”

As he spoke, he leaned in closer, inhaling the scent near her ear. His warm breath brushed against her neck, sending a tingling sensation that felt both invasive and unsettling.

Lan Qingxi’s body trembled involuntarily. In a quiet voice, she said, “Forgive me, my lord, but I do not wish to be a concubine.”

Song Linyuan asked, “Then, do you want to be my wife?”

Before she could answer, he continued, “You were married to Yu Junshu, and even he didn’t want you. Do you really think I’d want a woman he discarded?”

The insult in his words stung deeply, and Lan Qingxi clenched her fists, but she forced a smile and said, “I’ve never thought I could become your wife, my lord.”

“Especially since I’ve already been married. I’m not worthy of you. I only ask that after I cure your poison, you grant me a path to survival and allow me to leave the capital.”

Song Linyuan tilted his head slightly, a faint red gleam in his eyes, giving him a dangerous allure. “At least you know your place.”

With that, he pushed her off him and said coldly, “Leave. Find a room in the manor to sleep. Tomorrow, return to Marquis Wan’s residence.”

Lan Qingxi got up from the floor, a bit disheveled, and humbly replied, “Yes.”

After straightening her posture, she turned and walked out.

Song Linyuan watched her back with interest.

Having risen to power from a humble background to become a feared prime minister in his early twenties, his ability to read people was exceptional.

No matter how obedient and meek Lan Qingxi appeared, she couldn’t hide the pride within her.

Song Linyuan loved breaking that pride, watching people crumble and become helpless.

He smirked, the light partially illuminating his face, making him look both sinister and cruel.

After leaving his room, Lan Qingxi stood in the corridor, taking several deep breaths to suppress the fear that Song Linyuan had instilled in her.

She could clearly sense that he was much harder to deal with than Yu Junshu—by a hundredfold. And far more dangerous.

With Song Linyuan, she had no idea what he might do next, nor could she predict his intentions.

He was like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to strike at any moment without warning.

But now, she had no choice.

She composed herself and went to find Dao Shisan, asking him to arrange a room for her.

When Dao Shisan saw her, he had a rough idea of what had happened.

He gave her a sympathetic look, noticing how frail and thin she seemed, standing in the wind as if she could be blown away at any moment. He felt a bit sorry for her.

In a rare moment of kindness, he warned her, “You’d better not try to guess the prime minister’s thoughts, and never make decisions on your own in front of him. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.”

Lan Qingxi gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you for the advice, Thirteenth Guard.”

Seeing her like this, Dao Shisan didn’t say anything more. He casually found an abandoned room for her, which was full of cobwebs, with insects crawling everywhere. The whole place was filthy and rundown.