Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 907 - 882: Thick-Skinned

Fang Chuning drank the medicine and fell into a deep sleep. Xie Jue was watching him by the bedside. This was indeed a rare occasion; Fang Chuning’s health was better than his. Xie Jue often fell ill, and even while in Beiman, he frequently got sick. After they married, he had fallen ill several times, all of which Fang Chuning personally tended to. Back then, Fang Chuning used to joke that he was an ice beauty, ready to shatter upon touch. At the time, he felt somewhat displeased, but now looking at Fang Chuning, pale and weak, sweating profusely, he finally understood the concern underneath that joke. Anning looked as if he could shatter upon touch too. What poison had affected him?

He accompanied Fang Chuning into the deep of the night, finally thinking of Han Ziqi. He called Ying Yi, "The Sannan Royal Family has a secret antidote that can neutralize all poisons. Go to Sannan, take my token, and ask Han Ziqi for a pill."

"Master, once I leave, there’ll only be Ying Er by your side. Perhaps summon a few more people from the capital."

"No need to worry, I’ll be staying at Lu Liu Villa with Anning for this period. You hurry on your journey and can be back within ten days."

Ying Yi thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes!"

When he returned indoors, Fang Chuning had wearily opened his eyes and asked confusedly, "Who were you talking to?"

"You were dreaming, I wasn’t talking to anyone."

"I’m sick, not deaf."

Xie Jue pondered and said, "I was just in the courtyard praying to the Bodhisattva for blessings on both of us."

Fang Chuning raised an eyebrow, "Just the day before you said you never believed in the Bodhisattva."

"Tonight, I suddenly do."

Fang Chuning, "..."

Xie Jue returned to the bedside and adjusted the quilt corner for Fang Chuning, speaking softly, "It’s late. Rest if you’re unwell."

"I slept all day, I’m not tired anymore." Fang Chuning propped himself up. He felt a bit thirsty but was too embarrassed to trouble Xie Jue. However, he glanced at the teapot, and Xie Jue understood. He went over and touched the teapot; the tea was cold. It wasn’t tea brewed from tea leaves but rather goji berries, red dates, longans, and some medicinal herbs—perfect for drinking while ill. Xie Jue warmed it on the stove for a moment before pouring a cup and handing it over to him. Fang Chuning looked at his slender, beautiful hands, feeling a bit dazed, "It’s like I..."

...have seen this scene in a dream.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Fang Chuning took the tea and drank it all in one go, quite decisively. "Where have my maidservants gone? How could it be proper to have a guest attend to me like this?"

"Am I attending to you poorly?"

It was too meticulous. He was stunned by it!

"Not really, just not accustomed to it."

"How do the maidservants attend to you?" Xie Jue asked flatly, "When you’re sick, do they accompany you at your bedside, tender and considerate?"

Fang Chuning shook his head, "No!"

"Do they warm the bed for you when you’re cold?"

"No!!" Fang Chuning was shocked, "How could I do something to tarnish a girl’s reputation?"

"If that’s the case, anything the maidservants can do, I can do. Why shouldn’t I attend to you?" Xie Jue said, "I rarely attend to others. If there’s anything I do poorly, tell me, and I’ll make improvements."

Fang Chuning, looking at Xie Jue’s earnest expression, felt even more at a loss.

Beauty, we’re not that familiar. This kind of close care really isn’t appropriate; it’s simply like Sima Zhao’s heart—everyone knows it. Everyone in Lu Liu Villa knows what you’re up to!

You genuinely don’t fear gossip at all!

"You..." Fang Chuning pressed his lips, speaking astonishingly, "have quite the thick skin!"