Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 92: Treating Qiao Chengchun

"Wouldn’t there be someone who tries to disrupt the balance?" An Yiqing blinked twice, quite curious. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"They wouldn’t dare, after all, if ordinary people discovered this, it wouldn’t be good for martial cultivators." Gu Yelin fondly ruffled the girl’s hair, fully satisfying her curiosity.

After listening to Gu Yelin’s words, An Yiqing gradually fell into deep thought. Since the initial discovery of the Ancient Space and Shennong Shi, she had sensed that this world was not as simple as it seemed; today, after hearing Gu Yelin’s explanation, she finally understood the structure of the world. There were skies beyond the sky and people beyond people; in realms she was not qualified to touch, there were still so many formidable beings.

An Yiqing felt her blood boiling, filled with a fighting spirit. She wanted to become stronger, for Gu Yelin and for her master as well.

Seeing the intense fighting spirit in the girl’s watery eyes, Gu Yelin could guess what she was thinking without even trying. He gently kissed An Yiqing’s smooth forehead and held her in his arms: "You just do what you like, no need to change anything, I’ve got everything else."

"Okay." An Yiqing leaned against Gu Yelin’s solid chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, a slight smile playing on her lips, warm and happy.

That night, to soothe Gu Tingting and Ruan Xue who had been anxious for not seeing her all morning, An Yiqing considerately returned to the dorm.

——Foodie dividing line——

After Yuyuanzhai opened, its high-quality jade and exquisite craftsmanship quickly made it a hit. Within just a few days of opening, the turnover had reached tens of millions. Zhang Yusheng, who had always been extremely busy, was pleasantly surprised and respected An Yiqing even more, working even harder.

"Miss, the recent income of Yuyuanzhai is quite impressive. Looking at the current situation, it’s only a matter of time before we become a top-grade jade store," Zhang Yusheng reported the recent situation of Yuyuanzhai to An Yiqing in high spirits.

"Good," An Yiqing nodded approvingly, "Don’t just focus on the business, Brother Yusheng, you need to take care of your health."

"Don’t worry, Miss, my body is very strong." Zhang Yusheng was touched, he scratched the back of his head with a smile, and obediently nodded.

Seeing Zhang Yusheng’s enthusiasm, An Yiqing couldn’t help but smile. Her delicate hand picked up an exquisite teacup, took a gentle sip of the fragrant tea, and after thinking for a moment, said: "Brother Yusheng, find some skilled craftsmen; I’m planning to break ground on that wasteland in the suburbs."

"Okay," Zhang Yusheng nodded, then asked with some confusion, "Miss, what are you planning with that wasteland?"

An Yiqing smiled with a deep meaning, "I’m planning to cultivate a medicine field, to start a pharmaceutical factory!"

——Foodie dividing line——

Leaving Yuyuanzhai, An Yiqing decided to go shopping for some daily necessities needed for the villa.

She had just gotten into a taxi when, unfortunately, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

"Good day. Is this Miss An Yiqing?" A steady, refined yet slightly frail voice came through the receiver.

"This is she. May I ask who’s calling?"

"Miss An, I’m Qiao Chengchun. We’ve met before in ’Red Thorn’s’ conference room."

Upon hearing this, An Yiqing suddenly realized: the Antique King Qiao Chengchun, a renowned antique collector within Xuandu City. His authority was incomparable to those so-called "experts."

"Hello, Mr. Qiao. What can I do for you?"

"It’s like this, Miss An," Qiao Chengchun paused before continuing, "I’ve had a headache illness for more than twenty years, each attack bringing unbearable pain. So far, all the doctors I’ve seen have been helpless. Fortunately, I’ve met you before, and I would like to ask if you could take a look."

In a few brief words, Qiao Chengchun explained the ins and outs of the situation clearly, also elevating the importance of An Yiqing.

"Alright. Where shall I come?"

After ending the call with Qiao Chengchun, An Yiqing directed the driver to the Qiao residence.

The place where Qiao Chengchun lived was indeed befitting of an Antique King: an ancient siheyuan in Xuandu City. The path leading to his home wound its way through the serenity, surrounded by the rich local flavor of old Xuandu City.

An Yiqing gently tapped on the grand doors of the siheyuan. In no time, the doors opened from the inside.

"You must be Miss An?" The woman who opened the door was a middle-aged lady around fifty years of age. She had a benevolent face, kind eyes, and was dressed in a simple cotton dress, exuding respectable simplicity.

"Yes, I’m An Yiqing," An Yiqing replied with a smile, nodding her head, "May I ask who you are?"

"I’m Shi Ruihe, Mr. Qiao Chengchun’s wife," the middle-aged woman quickly stepped aside to let An Yiqing in, showing no disregard for the girl’s youth," Please come in, Miss An! My husband’s headache has acted up these past few days, and he’s unable to get up, please forgive us." Shi Ruihe’s tone was full of simple sincerity, making An Yiqing’s favorable impression of her deepen.

"It’s no trouble," An Yiqing replied softly.

Shi Ruihe led An Yiqing into the inner living room where they approached the bedroom, and they could hear Qiao Chengchun’s groans of "ouch, ouch".

"Mr. Qiao, Miss An is here!" Shi Ruihe apologized to An Yiqing with a glance and quickly walked up to the bedside.

"Quickly, help me up," Qiao Chengchun eagerly requested Shi Ruihe to help him sit up, not wanting to neglect the guest.

An Yiqing gently pressed down on Qiao Chengchun’s shoulder, saying, "Mr. Qiao, there’s no need. Please stay lying down." She had a very good impression of this couple; Qiao Chengchun was restrained and refined, and despite being the Antique King, still carried the solitary pride of a scholar. Shi Ruihe was sincere and down-to-earth, without any air of arrogance because of her status.

Seeing this, Qiao Chengchun didn’t insist on sitting up anymore, and instead took a few pillows to prop himself up against the headboard.

"Miss An, I truly apologize for troubling you to come all this way; the pain has been so severe that I haven’t been able to get up," he said.

"It’s no trouble, Mr. Qiao. I’ll take your pulse first," An Yiqing suggested.

Qiao Chengchun promptly extended his wrist. An Yiqing sat beside the bed, her pale hand gently resting on his wrist, carefully feeling it.