With Multiple Babies, Who Still Wants to Be the Marquess’s Wife? - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: She Dreamed of Him Again

Wei Shisan responded while uncontrollably scratching his wrist, which was already bleeding profusely.

Song Linyuan asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Wei Shisan replied, “I don’t know what’s happening, my lord. Ever since I returned today, my hands have been unbearably itchy, and no amount of scratching can stop it.”

Song Linyuan glanced at Lan Qingxi, who then said, “Let me take a look.”

After examining him, she concluded, “Guard Dao must have come into contact with something. Washing with a decoction of camphor leaves should help.”

Wei Shisan was skeptical, but the itch was unbearable. Since there was a camphor tree in the courtyard, he picked some leaves, boiled them, and washed his hands.

As Lan Qingxi was leaving his room, Song Linyuan coldly stated, “Wei Shisan is my man, not someone you can touch.”

“I’ll overlook this since it’s your first offense, but if you dare to meddle again, you will be severely punished.”

Lan Qingxi naturally denied it, “My lord must be mistaken. Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on your people.”

Song Linyuan let out a light chuckle. “Do you think I believe you?”

Lan Qingxi bowed her head and withdrew.

Watching her, Song Linyuan chuckled again. “Quite the temper.”

Indeed, if she was truly as meek as she appeared before him, she wouldn’t have been able to stir up storms in the Marquis’ household.

This time, Lan Qingxi’s accommodations in the Prime Minister’s residence were slightly better than before. Though the room was still simple, at least it had a bed and blankets.

At least she could rest now.

She let out a quiet sigh of relief.

However, in this unfamiliar environment, she felt uneasy and found herself recalling her interactions with Song Linyuan.

Overall, he treated her slightly better today than last time, yet she felt an even greater sense of danger from him.

She had always known that working with him was like negotiating with a tiger, but she had no other choice.

Whenever she was around Song Linyuan, she had to be on high alert, fearing that any misstep might anger him.

Now that she had a moment to breathe, she felt exhausted but couldn’t sleep.

She tossed and turned for a long time before finally drifting off.

And once again, she had a dream—

In the dream, she saw Song Linyuan sitting in front of a Buddhist hall, holding a scripture and chanting sutras.

Lan Qingxi found it odd. Why was she dreaming of him again?

And this dream seemed to be a continuation of her previous one.

In the dream, she watched him recite the sutra repeatedly. Curious, she moved closer to see what scripture he was reading.

Just as she approached, Song Linyuan closed the book. She saw the title on the cover—The Rebirth Sutra.

The book’s pages were mottled with stains, and the words seemed to be written in bl00d.

At this thought, Lan Qingxi was startled awake.

She abruptly sat up in bed. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her face, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Perhaps seeing bl00d last night had made her dreams more surreal.

Or maybe she didn’t believe in dreams, yet she was still curious about them, which was why she continued dreaming about the same scene.

A knock came at the door, followed by Wei Shisan’s voice: “Miss Lan, the Prime Minister requests your presence.”

Lan Qingxi responded and quickly got up, putting aside her unrealistic dreams.

By now, the sun was already high in the sky. She slapped her forehead—she had overslept!

Song Linyuan had called for her to discuss the surgical suturing technique they had mentioned the night before.

When she arrived, an elderly doctor with a graying beard stood beside Song Linyuan.

Upon seeing Lan Qingxi, the doctor hesitated before standing up. “My lord, perhaps I should step out?”

Lan Qingxi instantly understood—he had mistaken her for Song Linyuan’s concubine.

Song Linyuan’s voice was indifferent. “Why would you leave? She’s the doctor who prescribed those two formulas.”

The old doctor was stunned. “Ah? My lord, you must be joking.”

He had never seen such a young female doctor capable of prescribing such effective medicine.

Song Linyuan glanced at him. “Do I seem like someone who would joke about this?”

The doctor hesitated. “She’s not the one who’s supposed to teach me the suturing technique, is she?”

Song Linyuan gave a slight nod. “You don’t want to learn from her?”

Although the doctor knew Song Linyuan wouldn’t lie about such matters, he still felt conflicted.

His eyes darted between Lan Qingxi and Song Linyuan, clearly forming his own assumptions.

Song Linyuan picked up a book from the table and threw it at him. “If you don’t want to learn, get out.”

The doctor quickly said, “Of course, I want to learn!”

Although he said this, he still seemed uncomfortable.

Lan Qingxi understood his hesitance and briefly explained the basic principles of suturing.

She concluded, “Suturing isn’t difficult. If you’re unsure, just think of it as mending a torn garment.”

Before the doctor could respond, Song Linyuan said, “Are you saying I’m a torn garment?”

Lan Qingxi: “…I was just using a metaphor.”

Song Linyuan looked at her. “Am I someone you can use as a metaphor?”

Lan Qingxi: “…No.”

Song Linyuan huffed. “Use a different metaphor.”

Lan Qingxi thought he was being utterly unreasonable!

He wouldn’t let her use him as a metaphor, yet he demanded she come up with another one. What kind of logic was that?

Frustrated, she said, “If Doctor Lin struggles with suturing at first, he can practice on pigskin.”

“Though pigskin feels slightly different from human skin, it’s still more appropriate than sewing fabric.”

She then gave Song Linyuan a small bow and added, “I’m not comparing my lord to a pig. The practice is done on pigskin, while actual treatment is performed on human skin.”

Song Linyuan felt like she was subtly insulting him.

Doctor Lin, meanwhile, was more interested in watching the two of them than in learning the suturing technique.

On one hand, he was curious about Lan Qingxi’s background and skills, and on the other, he was intrigued by her relationship with Song Linyuan.

Lan Qingxi noticed Doctor Lin’s eyes darting back and forth and thought to herself that this doctor seemed quite unreliable.

Smiling slightly, she remarked, “Doctor Lin, I understand that bouncing a ball can be fun, but playing with your own eyeballs like a bouncing ball seems a bit excessive.”

Doctor Lin: “…”

That was the most unique insult he had ever received. Now, he was even more curious about her.

But with Song Linyuan present, he didn’t dare ask too many questions and had to hold them in.

Seeing that he wasn’t absorbing much information, Lan Qingxi finished her explanation and said, “My lord, I’ve covered everything. May I leave now?”

Song Linyuan had other matters to attend to, so he didn’t bother making things difficult for her and dismissed her.

As Lan Qingxi walked out, she ran into a woman in the corridor. The woman seemed surprised to see her.

Not wanting trouble, Lan Qingxi lowered her head and stepped aside to let her pass.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, walked up to her, and said, “Lift your head.”