Chapter 115: Don’t Be Afraid, Little Wan Is Here
Su Jingzhi said, I can’t hear anymore.
In that instant, Wei Wanlan felt as if thousands of needles had suddenly sprouted from the bed board, piercing him until he was dripping with blood.
How could this be?
Why doesn’t it work?
Why does it feel like the Regent King’s condition of being eroded by poison is getting more and more serious, even though I’m working hard to “treat” him?
He was filled with anxiety, not knowing what to do. He hurriedly got up, but was held down by Su Jingzhi.
Wei Wanlan’s lips trembled: “You…”
He forgot, he couldn’t hear.
Wei Wanlan stared unblinkingly at Su Jingzhi, observing his condition.
The other party calmed down a little and said hoarsely: “Don’t move. You stay here. We’ll leave at daybreak.”
Wei Wanlan nodded blankly.
The other party had already grasped his hand. This time it wasn’t hand holding hand, but interlocking fingers, something they had never done before.
Palms pressed tight, Su Jingzhi gripped him painfully.
He inexplicably felt that it wasn’t just him wanting to keep the Regent King, but the Regent King was also holding him tightly. He could sense from it that the other party also revealed tension, very subtle.
He began to doubt Su Jingzhi’s words— If not detoxified, will he really not die?
Wei Wanlan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
His heart hung even higher.
He barely slept for the latter half of the night, practically staring wide-eyed until dawn.
As soon as the morning light shone into the Lu family’s small room through the window paper, Wei Wanlan heard the chickens crowing in Yichuan Village. His body trembled slightly, attracting Su Jingzhi’s attention. So Wei Wanlan was pulled up by Su Jingzhi. Just as the two stood up, they fell back onto the bed.
Half the weight of the Regent King’s body smashed onto Wei Wanlan.
Wei Wanlan didn’t push him. He felt this fall was strange. The Regent King’s footing had always been solid. Predicting from usual circumstances, even if someone deliberately pushed the Regent King, they probably couldn’t push Su Jingzhi over.
Why was he like this?
Rattle rattle…
The small medicine bottle containing the Tortoise-Jujube Pills rolled away.
In the moment Wei Wanlan was dazed, Su Jingzhi swallowed the entire bottle of calming pills. Wei Wanlan was extremely shocked. Medicine absolutely couldn’t be taken like this. So he hurriedly tried to pry open Su Jingzhi’s throat to make him spit the medicine out.
His hand met Su Jingzhi’s left palm; his hand was wrapped in his palm.
Su Jingzhi forced a dry smile. He wanted to get Wei Wanlan up again. He used this rare smile to comfort Wei Wanlan, hugging Wei Wanlan and whispering: “Little Wan. Back to Chang’an.”
Wei Wanlan: “…”
Brother Zhao drove the cart to the Lu family’s small courtyard.
The vehicle was a mule cart; poor families in the countryside couldn’t afford to raise horses. Teacher Lu had specifically instructed that the Su couple liked cleanliness, so the mule cart was tidied up very cleanly.
Su Jingzhi tried his best to maintain his usual walking posture, upright and powerful, so Old Teacher Lu and Old Lady Lu didn’t notice anything wrong.
Only Wei Wanlan, who was supporting him tightly, noticed somewhat:
Every step Su Jingzhi took, when the sole of his foot landed, there seemed to be a moment of hesitation.
Although that hesitation was brief, as the repetitions increased, Wei Wanlan went from vaguely realizing it to clearly recognizing that he seemed to be judging if his foot had landed.
In other words, he wasn’t sure if his foot would land on solid ground; he was probing the ground.
Wei Wanlan deliberately squeezed Su Jingzhi’s hand very lightly. Sure enough, the other party didn’t react. A few days ago, if he touched the Regent King, he would get feedback very quickly, and the other party would care about his needs. But now, nothing.
Only one situation could explain it: This was a failure of sensory perception.
Wei Wanlan was increasingly gripped by anxiety.
In a flash of insight, he suddenly understood the terror of the poison the Regent King was suffering from.
First was the loss of taste, then vision, hearing, touch, smell—the toxicity tortured a person like a dull knife cutting flesh. The poisoned person would slowly feel every step of their approach to death. This was a collapsing reality, so the Regent King needed calming medicine…
When a person loses all five senses, will they die?
Wei Wanlan asked himself in his heart.
The answer was yes.
He couldn’t even feel himself living. In such a state, a person couldn’t interact with the outside world at all; how could life be maintained?
Yet he told himself: “Won’t die.”
He is lying to me…
He is lying to me again! Lying to me to go back to Chang’an!!!
The cabin of the mule cart wasn’t big. Su Jingzhi sat upright in the cabin, one hand on his knee, the other tightly gripping Wei Wanlan’s hand.
Once, Wei Wanlan didn’t understand the meaning of the sudden interlocking fingers. Now he understood clearly. These two held hands were the only medium for Su Jingzhi to perceive the outside world. His palm trembled in Su Jingzhi’s hand. Tears had already burst from his eyes.
“Little Wan?” That person’s voice was still steady.
Wei Wanlan sniffled hard. He opened Su Jingzhi’s palm and wrote on his large hand. His soft fingertips glided over his thick calluses. He wrote very hard; his fingertips and finger pads hurt from the rubbing.
Afraid he couldn’t feel it, he wrote stroke by stroke:
Little, Wan, Is, Here.
He indeed heard Su Jingzhi sigh softly in relief.
Wei Wanlan hurriedly licked the falling tear dry at the corner of his mouth, afraid it would fall on the back of Su Jingzhi’s hand.
He continued to write, very obediently and gently:
Returning, To, Chang, An.
On, The, Way.
Su Jingzhi nodded.
The morning light filtered through the thin curtain of the carriage, casting a shallow light into the car, plating the Regent King with a pale golden outline. Because he was gradually losing perception, Wei Wanlan worried he would be afraid, so he held Su Jingzhi’s hand tighter, even tighter.
But maintaining this state, he asked the driver as calmly and composedly as possible:
“Brother Zhao, you’ve heard the legend of the Medicine King Temple on Xiong’er Mountain too, right? Is it really efficacious?”
How could Zhao Wu, driving the cart, know the current situation of the people inside?
The two hid it well. Zhao Wu’s voice was clear outside the cart, and he patiently explained to Wei Wanlan: “Does Madam Su see the shrines hidden in this landscape?”
Wei Wanlan was silent, biting his lip.
Outside the carriage, Zhao Wu said loudly again: “Some shrines belong to Yichuan Village, some don’t. I’ve also heard that some commoners have really seen prescriptions granted by the Medicine King… I’ve lived here for over twenty years; I can testify that the shrines were all spontaneously erected by the common people.”
At this time, the cart traveled to a path rugged with jagged rocks. The cart body bumped.
Su Jingzhi could feel the cart shaking. He closed his eyes and hugged Wei Wanlan tightly, afraid his head would bump against the carriage wall.
Wei Wanlan actually only half-understood. He felt the Regent King was good, but had no time to consider if boundaries were crossed. He crashed into a patch of woody scent without warning again.
His nose twitched, muffled in Su Jingzhi’s arms, and he requested to Zhao Wu outside: “Brother Zhao.”
Zhao Wu heard Wei Wanlan’s voice trembling and couldn’t help but be startled. He had never seen a “woman” as beautiful as Wei Wanlan. When asking him, he inevitably lowered his voice and became much more cautious: “What’s wrong, Madam Su?”
Wei Wanlan tried not to attract Su Jingzhi’s attention. Maintaining this posture, he said to Zhao Wu: “We changed our minds. No need for you to send us to Chang’an… I want to take him to the Medicine King Temple to have a look, to see if his eyes can be cured.”
Late spring and early summer, by the Yi River, Xiong’er Mountain.
Xiong’er Mountain followed the characteristics of the Yi River area. Surrounded by blue water at the bottom, the summit wasn’t actually very high. Looking up from the bottom, one could seemingly catch a glimpse of the eaves of the Medicine King Temple hidden among the flowering trees. The further they went this way, the more Medicine King shrines appeared.
Muffled thunder rolled in the mountains.
“Madam Su, it’s going to rain!” Because the mountain slope was gentle, Zhao Wu could still drive the cart up the mountain. A damp wind rose in the mountains, smelling of earth.
Zhao Wu advised: “We haven’t been to that Medicine King Temple either. Don’t know what it looks like. In case it’s really a dilapidated temple… Heavy rain seals the mountain; how will you come down?”
As he spoke, thunder roared and lightning flashed!
Lightning in the mountains was different from the plains; the electric light almost touched the ground. This was the unshakable force of nature, beyond human reach.
Wei Wanlan actually wanted to curl up into a ball in fright long ago.
However, amidst such a strong wind, Su Jingzhi still had no reaction. This made Wei Wanlan worry even more. He felt the Regent King’s toxicity must have spread to an uncontrollable level.
He could no longer trust Su Jingzhi. This person always deceived him; he might not be able to discover it.
So Wei Wanlan became more determined and said to Zhao Wu: “Brother Zhao, please drive the cart as far up the mountain as possible. I won’t take up much of your time. Just get us as close to the summit as possible.”
The wind was still blowing wildly—
Zhao Wu was stunned. The honest man’s face was blank. Also because although Xiong’er Mountain was desolate, it wasn’t too high. As the mule cart gradually approached, a glimpse of the Medicine King Temple on the mountain could be roughly seen.
Actually, he was very worried about these two. But seeing that Su Jingzhi, as the husband, didn’t raise any objections, Zhao Wu thought to himself that this young couple might be bent on finding a cure for the eyes and didn’t want to miss the Medicine King Temple with regret, so they temporarily changed the itinerary.
Zhao Wu cracked the whip.
The mule cart continued to move with difficulty in the strong wind.
The slope became steeper. The mule pulling the cart struggled with its front hooves, its back arching repeatedly. When they had passed the mountainside area, the mule neighed heavily, seemingly unable to climb any further. So the mule cart had to stop.
Zhao Wu looked back at the carriage and called out to Master Su and Madam Su.
The carriage door was pushed open with difficulty. Wei Wanlan bid farewell to Zhao Wu.
The wind was too strong. He pushed the car door open. Wei Wanlan looked up as best as he could at the Medicine King Temple that was already visible, and struggled to lead Su Jingzhi forward. Zhao Wu gazed at the backs of the two, opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything. But his heart felt inexplicably sour.
From the mountainside to the summit, the road was desolate all the way.
After the strong wind passed, raindrops pattered down. Smashing onto the mud ground, creating pits with each hit.
Wei Wanlan had an oiled paper umbrella in his carry-on luggage; Old Lady Lu had packed it for him.
Wei Wanlan needed to hold the umbrella. He had to let go of Su Jingzhi’s hand. In the moment their palms separated, Wei Wanlan faintly read a look of blank unease on Su Jingzhi’s face. He seemed to be searching around.
Wei Wanlan hurriedly held him, squeezing his palm hard. But holding the umbrella with one hand really couldn’t withstand the strong wind. The wind caught the umbrella and it flew out of his hand. The paper umbrella tumbled down the mountain path. Wei Wanlan couldn’t hold it back.
“Where is this? Why did we get down to walk?” Su Jingzhi asked.
The doe eyes instantly felt aggrieved and wanted to cry, very helpless. This should be the most helpless moment since escaping from Chang’an. In the past, he was protected by the Regent King and turned danger into safety many times. Now the person protecting him was in imminent danger.
He really couldn’t bear to let Su Jingzhi worry about him anymore. Holding back tears, he wrote on the Regent King’s hand: Raining, carriage difficult to move, going to stay at an inn.
Su Jingzhi nodded. Hard to imagine that a person usually so sharp was now so easily deceived.
At the end of the mountain road, they arrived at the Medicine King Temple.
It should be because of the heavy wind and rain that the courtyard of the Medicine King Temple was empty.
Or perhaps because this place always received incense from the common people, although there was no temple caretaker, the temple didn’t look desolate. The courtyard was clean, and there were no holes in the doors or windows. The Medicine King statue held a medicine pestle, eyes half-lowered, standing quietly on the altar with a compassionate expression.
Wei Wanlan rejoiced that they finally had a roof to keep out the rain. He settled Su Jingzhi down, using the bed sheet from the luggage to pad the prayer cushion. He lied to Su Jingzhi that they had entered a guest room in an inn, then carefully helped the Regent King lie down.
When lying down, Su Jingzhi was still clutching Wei Wanlan.
He asked: “Why aren’t you resting?”
Wei Wanlan wrote back: I’m not too sleepy. You sleep first. I’m right beside you, won’t go far. As he spoke, he had already picked up the brush and ink from the Medicine King Temple altar and wrote down Su Jingzhi’s symptoms of losing all five senses due to poisoning.
He respectfully placed the paper with ink writing on the altar. Still holding Su Jingzhi’s hand, he maintained a pious kneeling posture facing the Medicine King statue, hoping to get a response from the Medicine King.
Heavy rain clattered outside the mountain temple.
After nightfall, across the wooden door, lightning flashed.
Amidst the flickering light, Wei Wanlan kept gazing at the compassionate Medicine King before the altar, while being scared into shivering by this scene of a wild temple in a desolate mountain.
He was inherently a timid person. Afraid of the dark, afraid of ghosts, afraid of thunder—afraid of everything. He was so afraid that some bandit would rush in from outside now, or some wandering ghost would float in; he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
But he still knelt firmly before the Medicine King altar.
He wanted to get the antidote prescription.
He definitely could get it.
Su Jingzhi is the male lead of this book; how could he not have the male lead’s halo?
The candle flame before his eyes became more and more blurry. Wei Wanlan didn’t know how long he knelt. His mind was in a trance for a moment. Perhaps unknowingly, because he was too exhausted, he fell asleep. He collapsed on the cold square brick floor of the temple.
When he woke up again, the rain had stopped.
The incense and candles on the altar had burned out.
That sheet of xuan paper begging for divine intervention and medicine had actually flipped over. There were words on it!
Wei Wanlan hurriedly reached out to grab the paper, holding it in his hand. His eyes instantly lit up like stars, but when he read the words on the paper, his hand trembled, and the paper fluttered down…
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