With Multiple Babies, Who Still Wants to Be the Marquess’s Wife? - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Serving the Prime Minister is My Fortune

After he spoke, he reached out and pinched her chin, saying, “Do you wish to?

Lan Qingxi’s body trembled lightly: “Serving the Prime Minister is my fortune.

“However, the Prime Minister is poisoned, and it is not appropriate for such activities at the moment.”

“Once the Prime Minister is cured, I will definitely serve him well.”

Song Linyuan slowly stood up, looking down at her from a higher position. She didn’t know what he intended to do and remained crouched, not daring to move.

He chuckled softly: “This matter is noted. However, since you are the Prime Minister’s woman, it must be done properly.”

Lan Qingxi was taken aback, thinking he might do something, but unexpectedly, he released her.

He called out, “Dao Shisan.”

Dao Shisan leaped down from the beam and saluted, “Prime Minister, what are your orders?”

Song Linyuan asked, “Have the behind-the-scenes masterminds of this assassination been investigated?”

Dao Shisan answered, “Not fully confirmed, but based on the methods used, it appears to be the work of the Chen Wang’s people.”

Song Linyuan’s gaze turned cold: “Enough, the Prime Minister no longer wishes to play games. Kill all the assassins outside!”

Dao Shisan complied with the order, blowing a whistle. The previously dwindling sounds of battle resumed with renewed intensity.

It was a one-sided massacre, with the assassins unable to resist.

Lan Qingxi’s expression changed drastically, instantly understanding why they were unaffected in the room before—it was because his men had absolute control over the situation.

His actions earlier were just to draw out the mastermind.

Her reaction to him was actually an unexpected outcome.

He glanced at her and said, “Come over here.”

Lan Qingxi moved closer to him. He said gently, “You know medicine, don’t you? The Prime Minister has a headache; come and help massage it.”

Lan Qingxi: “…”

She slowly approached him but did not start massaging his head. Instead, she gently pulled his hand and pressed her thumb on the “Shenmen” point on his wrist.

Song Linyuan was about to reprimand her but soon felt his headache easing significantly.

He tilted his head and looked at her: “You are not obedient.”

Lan Qingxi replied softly, “The Prime Minister’s status is noble; I do not dare to be disrespectful.”

“If you want to treat a headache, it is not necessary to press the head directly. There are corresponding acupoints on the hands and feet, which can be more effective than direct pressing.”

Song Linyuan smiled and said, “You certainly know a lot.”

Lan Qingxi replied demurely, “In the presence of the Prime Minister, I dare not withhold anything.”

Song Linyuan laughed: “Does Yu Junshu know about your skills?”

Lan Qingxi clenched her fist under her sleeve and then relaxed it, responding gently, “He believes I am just a lowly merchant girl, and that is enough for him.”

Song Linyuan seemed about to say something, but Dao Shisan entered with a team of guards: “Prime Minister, everything outside has been dealt with.”

After such a commotion, the once peaceful and serene Medicine King Temple was now filled with corpses and blood flowing like a river.

Lan Qingxi softly said, “Prime Minister, I want to find my maid.”

The commotion here was too loud, with the city patrol coming and the matter of the drugging of the Prime Minister still unresolved, he had no time to attend to her.

He waved his hand lightly, and she lifted her skirt and walked towards the Medicine King Hall.

Song Linyuan watched her retreating figure, deep in thought.

Dao Shisan asked, “Master, she appeared too coincidentally. Should we kill her?”

Song Linyuan asked, “Do you think the Prime Minister cannot see through even the women in his inner chamber?”

Dao Shisan quickly said, “This subordinate does not dare.”

Song Linyuan spoke calmly, “Yu Junshu promised me a surprise today, and Lan Qingxi is indeed a big surprise.”

Chen Wang had tried to poison him, and Yu Junshu had handed over his own wife. These two had clearly gone to great lengths for him.

His eyes were filled with a fierce, murderous intent.

When Lan Qingxi arrived at the Medicine King Temple, it was a horrifying scene. The place was littered with bodies, thick blood covering the floor, and the overpowering stench of blood made it feel like a living nightmare.

This was her first time witnessing such a carnage. Her heart raced, and her palms were sweating.

She called out, “Li Qiu!”

Li Qiu emerged from behind the Medicine Buddha statue, her eyes brimming with tears. “Miss, I’m here! Are you alright?”

She was truly terrified.

The two embraced tightly.

While they were packing at the Hou Mansion, Lan Qingxi had told Li Qiu that if anything went wrong at the Medicine King Temple tonight, she should not worry about her and hide behind the Buddha statue.

At the time, Li Qiu hadn’t understood why. But once the assassins stormed in and began killing, she realized.

Though she worried about Lan Qingxi, she knew Lan Qingxi was very clever and would have a plan, so she hid behind the statue and survived.

Lan Qingxi whispered, “I’m fine.”

In her past life, although Li Qiu had survived, she had been severely injured.

Lan Qingxi had dragged her injured body back to the Hou Mansion, but Zheng Shi had cut off her medicine, finding the treatment costs too high.

At that time, Lan Qingxi was tormented by the loss of her chastity and was in no condition to care for Li Qiu.

By the time she noticed Li Qiu had been cut off from her medicine, it was too late—Li Qiu’s condition had become incurable.

After that, she lost the only person who had truly cared for her in the Hou Mansion and was left completely alone.

This time, both she and Li Qiu were safe, making everything different from her past life.

How wonderful!

Lan Qingxi turned to look at the blood-stained Medicine Buddha. She clenched her fists, realizing that relying on oneself was better than relying on Buddha.

After they talked for a while, daybreak arrived.

The scene at the Medicine King Temple was still one of river of blood. The faint morning light only made it more horrifying.

The city guards from the Jingzhao Mansion arrived to clean up the aftermath. They were somewhat surprised to see the two of them.

Just as they were about to question them, Dao Shisan arrived and said, “Madam, my lord requests your presence.”

The city guards, upon hearing this, dared not ask further. Li Qiu helped Lan Qingxi approach Song Linyuan.

She was a bit afraid of Song Linyuan and whispered, “Miss, why is the Prime Minister here? What should we do now?”

Lan Qingxi gently patted her hand and said, “Don’t be afraid. The Prime Minister is a good person.”

Dao Shisan glanced at her with a sidelong look. In all of Jing City, she seemed to be the only one who would say that Song Linyuan was a good person.

When Lan Qingxi approached, Song Linyuan stood in the morning light, draped in a snow-colored cloak. He looked strikingly handsome, with sharp brows and bright eyes, embodying the phrase “a gentleman like jade in the countryside.”

However, those who knew him even a little were aware that this phrase didn’t fit his true nature.

As he heard the footsteps, he turned to look at them, his lips curling into a faint, seductive smile.

Seeing this, Lan Qingxi’s heart skipped a beat. The next moment, he extended his hand towards her and, with a tone of indulgence, said, “Come here.”

At this moment, aside from Song Linyuan’s guards, there were also many city guards, as well as monks and worshippers who had survived the attack, all watching them with wide eyes.

Lan Qingxi felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, she recalled his words from the previous night: “You being the Prime Minister’s woman must be made clear.”

He intended to announce to the entire capital that she was his woman!