With Multiple Babies, Who Still Wants to Be the Marquess’s Wife? - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Frost and Snow on Her Fair Wrist

Song Linyuan smirked and said, “Miss Lan, who do you think should be held accountable for this wound? Everyone who has ever harmed me has already been buried.”

Lan Qingxi hurriedly replied, “Please forgive me, My Lord!”

Song Linyuan had been injured many times before, but this was the first time someone had cut him with a pair of scissors. The sensation was oddly novel to him.

He said indifferently, “No forgiveness.”

Lan Qingxi: “……”

He was certainly direct.

She spoke softly, “It was my fault this time. It’s only natural that My Lord does not forgive me.”

“I will tend to My Lord’s wound first. In the meantime, you can consider how you wish to punish me.”

After saying this, she took out some hemostatic medicine and applied it to his wound. If she treated it even a little later, the bleeding would stop on its own.

Once the bleeding ceased, she carefully applied a wound-healing ointment.

The act of applying medicine involved physical contact, making the interaction seem somewhat intimate.

Her movements were delicate, and as her fingertips gently brushed over his wound, despite its small size and his dulled sense of pain from years of injuries, he still felt a faint sting.

The pain was subtle, but beneath her touch, he sensed a strange, tingling sensation that was entirely unfamiliar to him.

It was such an odd feeling that he couldn’t quite describe it, prompting him to study her more closely.

From his vantage point, he could see her slender, snow-white neck.

Her skin was so fair that, being this close, he could even see the fine hairs on its surface.

Though the room was filled with the strong scent of medicine, he could still detect the faint fragrance emanating from her.

It was an incredibly pleasant scent. So much so that he leaned in closer to take another whiff.

Lan Qingxi instinctively wanted to retreat, but she had just recalled what had happened last time—when she didn’t go along with his wishes, he had thrown her to the ground.

She knew he was unlikely to kill her, but he was more than capable of making her suffer.

His unpredictability and cruelty—she had already experienced them several times.

She forced herself to stay still, but she couldn’t suppress the visceral disgust she felt. Goosebumps rose uncontrollably along the back of her neck.

Song Linyuan chuckled softly near her ear and asked, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

While continuing to apply the ointment, Lan Qingxi calmly replied, “I wouldn’t dare to seduce My Lord, especially since, during this period of detoxification, My Lord must abstain from women.”

She had reiterated this fact to Song Linyuan multiple times in different ways.

Song Linyuan snorted lightly. Seizing the moment, she stepped back and said softly, “The wound has been treated. My Lord, please deliver your punishment.”

Song Linyuan narrowed his long, sharp eyes and said coldly, “Stretch out your hand.”

Lan Qingxi had no idea what he intended to do, but she didn’t dare disobey. She obediently extended her hand.

Under the lamplight, her fingers were long and slender, her nails a delicate pink. Her fair skin, washed clean, had a soft, rosy hue, making her hands look as if they were carved from jade.

Song Linyuan was not the type to be enamored by beauty, yet even he had to admit—her hands were flawless. So flawless that he felt the urge to seize them and toy with them in his palm.

Then, remembering how these very hands had just touched his chest, his gaze darkened slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed faintly.

His wound, which had stopped hurting, suddenly felt itchy again. That itch seemed to creep inward, spreading from his wound to his heart.

Lan Qingxi, seeing that he remained silent for a long time, tentatively called out, “My Lord…”

Song Linyuan snapped back to reality and said coldly, “Roll up your sleeve.”

Lan Qingxi hesitated for a moment before cautiously glancing at him and complying, revealing a small portion of her snow-white wrist.

The moment he saw her wrist, an old verse surfaced in his mind—Frost and snow on her fair wrist.

At that instant, he realized something—Lan Qingxi wasn’t just beautiful in the face. Her hands were equally exquisite, and even her wrists were breathtaking.

His gaze became increasingly brazen as it roamed over her figure.

She had an exceptionally graceful figure.

Even though she was wearing a slightly loose robe today, it failed to hide her delicate curves.

For the first time, a thought crossed his mind—What would it feel like to press her beneath me?

Lan Qingxi had no idea what he was thinking, but she could sense the danger radiating from him.

Her instincts screamed at her to withdraw her hand, but before she could, he grabbed it.

A sharp pain pricked the back of her hand.

She looked down in shock—he had cut her hand with a pair of scissors.

Staring at the fresh wound, she was both startled and furious as she looked up at him.

Her flawless, unblemished hand was now marred by a cut, yet that imperfection gave it a twisted kind of beauty.

Song Linyuan’s heart skipped a beat, but his face remained impassive. “I never let things slide.”

“I treat others exactly as they treat me.”

After saying that, he took out some hemostatic powder and applied it to her wound, followed by the wound-healing ointment.

However, his touch was entirely different from hers.

He had wielded swords for years, forming callouses on his fingertips. Normally, they weren’t noticeable, but as they now ran over her wound, it felt like torture.

The wound, which had nearly stopped bleeding, reopened under his rough touch, fresh bl00d spilling out.

Lan Qingxi: “……”

Song Linyuan: “……”

With a slight look of disdain, he remarked, “Too delicate.”

Lan Qingxi: “……”

This had nothing to do with being delicate! Who wouldn’t bleed if their wound was scraped open like that?!

Song Linyuan tossed the ointment aside and stood up to wash his hands. “Handle it yourself.”

Lan Qingxi, relieved as if she had been granted amnesty, quickly responded, “Yes.”

As Song Linyuan washed his hands, he stared at his fingertips, momentarily dazed.

He could still feel the lingering softness of her skin, smoother than he had expected.

By the time he had finished washing, Lan Qingxi had already treated her wound.

Song Linyuan opened a drawer and handed her a box of silver needles. “Will this set do?”

Lan Qingxi examined them carefully and replied, “Yes, these will work. My Lord’s wound will heal in a few days, and then he can begin herbal baths.”

“Tonight, I will administer acupuncture. If My Lord takes his medicine as prescribed, I will prepare the herbal bath when the time comes.”

Song Linyuan had no objections.

After interacting with her for some time, he had come to realize that she had her own motives for treating him, which oddly reassured him.

It was the people whose intentions were unclear that truly concerned him.

So long as she had something she desired, he could control her completely.

When she performed acupuncture, she only inserted needles into his hands and feet, avoiding his torso.

A true acupuncture master could use pressure points on the limbs to treat internal ailments. Besides, she didn’t dare touch his body again tonight.

Tonight, he seemed particularly dangerous to her.

By the time she finished, Lan Qingxi was covered in sweat, while Song Linyuan felt utterly relaxed.

At this moment, Song Linyuan finally acknowledged the extent of her medical skills.

Feeling much better, he turned to Wei Shisan and ordered, “Prepare a room for her.”