In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me!-Chapter 62: Calming the Poisoned Prince

The rock has been warmed by the hot water.

It was hard but much more comfortable than the cold redwood beds of the palace.

Soon, Yue Mingxuan’s consciousness began to blur.

Shang Qinghua whose soaking in the hot spring felt warmth spreading through his body.

What might feel almost hot to others was pure comfort for him.

His previously unconscious mind regained some clarity and his skin that was fully exposed to the water took on a faint reddish glow.

Sleeping near the spring, Yue Mingxuan shifted comfortably, only to be startled by a sharp, piercing cry of "Mother!" From somewhere in the cave.

Could there be someone else here?

While half asleep, he wondered if he could ask the person for directions to get out.

Slowly, his cloudy mind started to clear this was truly the meaning of "when all seems lost, a new path appears."

Yue Mingxuan got up but could not find any sign of a child or anyone else.

It seemed that the earlier cry was a hallucination.

Yet he was certain it had been real.

Could this cave be haunted?

Even someone like Yue Mingxuan who has been trained in a thousand years of materialist modern thinking, couldn’t help but shiver at the thought.

He had experienced a transmigration journey, so perhaps a haunted cave wasn’t entirely impossible.

Yue Mingxuan stood up, a little frightened, and looked around.

The ghost of the imagined child never appeared.

The darkness stretched in every direction, broken only by the faint light of the torch he had brought with him.

Deep inside the cave, it was pitch black, as if countless demons and spirits were lurking just out of sight.

Yue Mingxuan pressed his hands together and muttered to himself, "If you have a grievance, go to your mother. She doesn’t want you? Then go find her. Don’t scare me anymore..."

Humans are always afraid of the unknown in the dark and he was no exception.

But the child’s ghost seemed deliberately mischievous, refusing to make a sound for a long time.

At that moment, Yue Mingxuan wanted nothing more than to dash out of this forsaken place, but every time he thought of Shang Qinghua trapped here, unable to get out and possibly risking his life, he could not summon the courage to leave.

"Fine, since I’m here, I’ll make the best of it," Yue Mingxuan decided.

He sat down beside Shang Qinghua.

If there really were ghosts or monsters, he couldn’t outrun them anyway and leaving Shang Qinghua alone was out of the question.

It was better to stay calm and observe what was really going on.

Sleep had completely abandoned him.

Using the torch’s light, Yue Mingxuan studied the man soaking in the hot spring.

The heavens had given him a face that could command the admiration of four nations, a body that made countless women and men scream.

That wasn’t enough he had a noble family, a sharp mind and a body strong enough to survive deadly poison.

In Yue Mingxuan’s eyes, he was a clear winner in life, someone born with all advantages stacked in his favor.

Yue Mingxuan even began to suspect that the reason he come to this world had been meant to save this man before him.

People are judged by other people; things are judged by other things.

Meanwhile, Shang Qinghua had no idea that Yue Mingxuan had already placed him on his mental list of life’s "overpowered winners."

Right now, he felt alternately freezing and burning.

The cold was like standing naked in an icy wasteland; the heat was like walking barefoot across a scorching desert.

Memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

His unforgettable childhood, the bloody tragedies of his past, the hidden knives and swords moving behind the scenes...

All of it replayed endlessly, until it could only escape as muttered, incoherent words that fell from his lips.

Shang Qinghua’s mutterings from the hot spring drew Yue Mingxuan’s full attention.

At first, Yue Mingxuan had thought the man was possessed by a ghost, given his weakened body.

After all, legends said spirits usually attach themselves to the weak.

But then, hearing him shouting "mother," Yue Mingxuan realized the "ghost" he had imagined wasn’t a spirit at all, it was Shang Qinghua, the prince himself.

For a moment, he had truly frightened himself.

Yue Mingxuan felt both exasperated and amused at once.

Here he was, a top military doctor, experienced in life and death, yet he had been spooked into paranoia by the delirious mutterings of a man poisoned by deadly toxins.

If his old colleagues knew, they would have laughed themselves silly.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, though.

Anyone who had just experienced a crossing through time would inevitably feel their strictly materialistic beliefs shaken.

"I’m not your mother," Yue Mingxuan muttered to himself, trying to tease while Shang Qinghua remained unconscious. "I’m also not that old and I certainly don’t have a son as obedient as you."

Shang Qinghua, however, seemed completely oblivious to Yue Mingxuan’s words, he keep his delirious whispers without pause.

"Mother... don’t leave... don’t leave Qing’er alone..."

"Mother... I’ll behave from now on..."

"You bad people... don’t take my mother..."

"Let go of my mother... let go of me..."

Listening to Shang Qinghua’s murmurs, Yue Mingxuan was at a loss.

As a prince, Shang Qinghua’s birth mother must have been of high status, so why did it sound like the mother and son had once been chased or attacked together?

Could there be some royal secret hidden here?

Yue Mingxuan couldn’t help letting his curiosity run wild.

With each whispered plea, the hot spring around Shang Qinghua began to bubble strangely.

Seeing this, Yue Mingxuan’s expression instantly changed.

Shang Qinghua’s body was showing signs of dispersing his martial energy due to extreme emotional fluctuation.

There was no time to think.

Yue Mingxuan immediately jumped into the hot spring.

The reason Shang Qinghua was still alive despite the deadly poison was his martial arts.