With Multiple Babies, Who Still Wants to Be the Marquess’s Wife? - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: The Moody Man

Li Qiu understood that Lan Qingxi was asking her to watch over the dowry. The people in the marquis’s residence were utterly shameless. Now that Lan Qingxi was leaving the residence, who knew what they might do?

She also knew that she wouldn’t be able to help much even if she went along.

Sniffling, she said, “Miss, don’t worry.”

Lan Qingxi let down the curtain of the carriage. “Let’s go.”

Wei Shisan flicked the reins and drove the carriage toward the Prime Minister’s residence.

Yu Junshu felt uncomfortable watching Lan Qingxi leave without even looking at him.

He had only come tonight to put on a show, but at this moment, he truly felt reluctant to let her go.

At this moment, more than ever, he yearned for power.

He didn’t want to see that disappointed look in her eyes again.

This was the second time Lan Qingxi had come to the Prime Minister’s residence. Once unfamiliar, now somewhat acquainted, she no longer looked around curiously.

Following Wei Shisan, she arrived at Song Linyuan’s quarters. Just like last time, Wei Shisan left immediately after escorting her in.

However, after leaving, he felt an itch on his body.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention to it and scratched absentmindedly.

But the more he scratched, the itchier it became, until he could hardly bear it. He continued scratching, wishing he could tear off his skin.

Even though Lan Qingxi had been prepared, she still felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the skeleton-like figure standing at the entrance.

As soon as she entered, Song Linyuan ordered, “Kneel for one quarter of an hour.”

Lan Qingxi looked at him. He was different from last time—this time, he was reviewing memorials.

Her brow twitched slightly at the sight of those memorials.

She had heard that Song Linyuan wielded immense power and had the emperor’s utmost trust, to the point where the emperor allowed him to review official documents.

Now it seemed the rumors were true.

Song Linyuan was not the emperor, yet he was more powerful than one.

Lan Qingxi said softly, “Prime Minister, I wasn’t late today.”

Song Linyuan lazily replied, “Make it half an hour.”

Lan Qingxi: “……”

Now she understood—he was simply asserting his authority.

The reason he was doing this was likely that his wound had healed well under her care, and now he considered her “his person.”

And since she was “his,” he needed her absolute submission and cooperation.

If she continued arguing, the punishment would only worsen.

So she remained silent, lowered her gaze, and knelt.

For some reason, she thought of that absurd dream again.

A man like Song Linyuan was incapable of truly liking anyone.

And given his controlling nature, anyone he did like would probably be utterly miserable.

Song Linyuan glanced at her, seeing that she knelt obediently without further protest.

She was cunning, but at least she was obedient.

After half an hour, Lan Qingxi stood up without moving closer to him, instead rubbing her numbed knees.

She figured that if he planned to establish rules like this long-term, she’d need to ask Li Qiu to make her some knee pads.

Song Linyuan closed the memorial in his hands and called, “Come in.”

A figure appeared silently at Lan Qingxi’s side, startling her.

Song Linyuan pointed at the memorials, and the person quickly packed them into a large basket, covered them with a black cloth, and left swiftly.

Throughout the process, there wasn’t a single sound.

Had she not seen a living person moving about, Lan Qingxi would have doubted there was even a third person in the room.

She recalled that in her past life, it was said that Song Linyuan had several highly skilled people by his side. Tonight, she had likely just met one of them.

Seeing her expression, Song Linyuan said, “You’d best behave. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.”

Lan Qingxi touched her neck and smiled. “Prime Minister is right.”

Song Linyuan said coldly, “As long as you understand. If you obey, I won’t mistreat you.”

“But if you dare play tricks in front of me, not only will you die miserably, but your entire family will as well.”

Lan Qingxi understood that by “family,” he didn’t mean the Marquis’s household, but rather the Lan family in Jiangnan.

She responded softly, “Prime Minister, even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare deceive you.”

Song Linyuan remained indifferent, merely remarking, “The wound you stitched for me has indeed healed faster than if left untreated.”

“Where did you learn this stitching technique?”

Lan Qingxi replied, “When I was young, some foreigners visited my home and taught it to me.”

The Lan family in Jiangnan lived by the sea, near a major port where foreigners often stopped.

The Lan family did business with them, and sometimes foreigners stayed at their residence.

She had indeed learned surgical suturing from foreigners, so this claim could withstand scrutiny.

Song Linyuan gave her a glance, and she proactively added, “Your wound has healed. It can be stitched out tomorrow.”

This time, Song Linyuan was noticeably more cooperative than before. He gently lifted his robe to expose the wound.

Lan Qingxi examined it carefully. The wound had healed well, but he had acquired several new injuries.

She lifted her gaze and looked at him. “Prime Minister, you should take better care of yourself.”

“If you keep getting hurt, it will delay your treatment.”

Song Linyuan ignored her remark and instead said, “Tomorrow, I will send someone to learn suturing from you.”

Lan Qingxi continued, “If you keep getting injured, you won’t be able to take medicinal baths, making it difficult to expel the poison from your body.”

Song Linyuan glanced at her. “You’d better not hold anything back. If I find out you’re hiding anything, I’ll make sure you suffer.”

Lan Qingxi took a deep breath and replied directly, “Then Prime Minister might as well kill me now.”

Song Linyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Lan Qingxi looked at him and said, “There are two kinds of people I don’t treat—one is the dead, the other is those who seek death.”

“The dead can’t be saved, and those who wish to die can’t be saved either.”

It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to Song Linyuan this way. His expression turned cold.

With a slight smile, he asked, “Are you lecturing me?”

Lan Qingxi shook her head. “I wouldn’t dare. I’m just stating facts.”

“I assume Prime Minister has already consulted other physicians about the prescription I gave you. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“But taking medicine alone won’t detoxify your body.”

Her gaze softened. “So please, Prime Minister, take care of yourself.”

Song Linyuan smirked with amusement. “You care so much about my well-being—could it be that you like me?”

Lan Qingxi: “……”

With his moody temperament, unless she was seriously ill or had a masochistic tendency, she could never fall for him.

She was holding a pair of scissors, carefully removing his stitches.

Hearing his words, she trembled slightly—and accidentally snipped a small cut into his wound.

Song Linyuan: “……”

Lan Qingxi: “!!!!!!”