Capítulo 738: Chapter 722: This Favor Owed Is Huge

Quan Jing woke up again three days later, feeling warm all over as the morning sunlight fell on his body.

He propped himself up on his hands but his body swayed, and his head felt dizzy and darkened, so he steadied himself.

“Young Master, you’ve awakened. Please lie back down,” Quan An entered from outside, holding a tray in his hands, and quickly placed it on the table before coming to assist Quan Jing back into a reclining position.

Quan Jing grasped his wrist, feeling the warmth, and asked blankly, “I’m not dead?”

“Ptui, ptui. Young Master, don’t speak such ominous words. You are safe and sound now. It’s said that a great misfortune avoids leading to future blessings,” Quan An spat twice, and as he spoke, laughter broke through and his eyes reddened.

Heaven knows, that harrowing scene the other night nearly scared his soul out of him. Thankfully, Qin Liuxi rushed back in time, and the Young Master had a strong will to live, or else it would have really been the end for everyone.

Quan Jing smiled foolishly. He really wasn’t dead?

He hurriedly tried to get off the bed to feel out his body, but this sudden movement caused his body to falter again, and his vision darkened as he fell back onto the bed.

“My head is so dizzy.”

“I told you to lie down and you didn’t listen. No wonder you are dizzy. You vomited all the poison blood from your body, which caused excessive blood loss. The Junior Temple Master said that you have to recuperate slowly, drink some tonic and blood-nourishing soups, and you’ll be better,” Quan An brought the tray over and said, “She said you would probably wake up today and, indeed, it’s true. I had the kitchen prepare donkey-hide gelatin chicken soup for you. Please drink some.”

Quan Jing: “Donkey-hide gelatin… isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“To recover quickly, soups and broths are inevitable,” Quan An ladled a bowl of soup, cooled it with the spoon, almost bringing it to Quan Jing’s lips.

Quan Jing, unable to take more, took it and gulped in one go, handing the bowl back and asked, “Is the poison cured?”

“How does your body feel, Young Master?”

Quan Jing moved his hands and feet, replying, “I have no strength, but the oppressive fatigue from the poisoning has vanished, and my body feels lighter.”

“Then that’s settled,” Quan An slapped his palm and said, “The lack of strength is due to blood loss, hence the dizziness and weakness. But your body feeling lighter is a sign the poison has been cured. The Junior Temple Master said that the golden silkworm poison will live symbiotically inside you, gradually removing even the remaining bits of toxins until there’s no threat left. But because your body has been depleted, you still need to recuperate carefully.”

“Golden silkworm poison…” Quan Jing looked down at himself and said, “Tell me about what happened when I was being cured.”

Quan An recalled the events of that night with fear and narrated everything clearly. At the end, he said, “The Junior Temple Master mentioned that the ghost messenger came and was waiting outside, saying he was wearing flowers. Young Master, since when do ghost messengers wear flowers?”

Quan Jing’s mind flashed with an image, a silhouette emerging. Could it be?

“Anyway, Young Master, you didn’t just step one foot into the Ghost Gate, but both feet were in, and very nearly, the gate would have closed. The Junior Temple Master pulled you back,” Quan An exclaimed in awe, “At such a young age, her abilities are no small feat. Young Master, our Quan family owes her a great debt.”

Quan Jing hummed in acknowledgment and asked, “So this golden silkworm poison remains inside me now?”

“Yes. Young Master, you’ve stumbled upon a treasure. It is said if the golden silkworm poison dwells in the body, one can ward off all poisons and even bring wealth.”

Yet Quan Jing felt not the slightest hint of its presence, nor could he detect its movement. The poisonous insect was truly extraordinary.

“Never mind fantasies of wealth—it entered a Blood Covenant with me; we are one and the same. Since it protected me, I shall treat it as part of my family, as I would my life,” Quan Jing remarked.

As he spoke, he felt an unusual sensation in his heart. Pulling open his clothes to look, there was a slight movement under the skin of his chest.

He touched it in surprise, and his head tingled, his soul seeming to find a resonance, a sense of jubilation washing over him.

Was this the golden silkworm poison?

Quan Jing cracked a slight smile.

Quan An gave him another bowl of soup to drink. After putting down the bowl, he straightened his face and asked, “Young Master, how do you plan to deal with Wan Bai and Poison Lady?”

Quan Jing’s smile faded as he said, “Are they captured?”

“Yes, and it almost cost us several men. If it weren’t for the Junior Temple Master’s powerful Detoxification Pill, I’m afraid they would be gone,” said Quan An, his teeth itching with hatred.

Poison was indeed quite troublesome, just like the day when he had already sent Wan Bai away, but she still came back with her master, and they poisoned his people, which led to his own perilous situation.

If it were before, Quan Jing would have been grateful to Wan Bai, for she had indeed taken care of his frail body for a long time, but he had rewarded her amply, and they were even.

And yet, Wan Bai should never have used such a method to offer help under the guise of his wellbeing, wasn’t that the same as trying to kill him?

What? Accidental killing?

Accidental killing is still killing!

Remembering how he felt like a fish on a chopping board when they fed him the Detoxification Pill, utterly at their mercy, Quan Jing’s face turned gloomy.

Quan Jing looked down and said coldly, “Get rid of them quietly.”

Quan An was startled and said, “Wan Bai’s death is of no consequence, and although Poison Lady is not good either, Young Master, she is the biological mother of Heir Mu from the capital.”

“Just a biological mother. The Marquis Cheng’en and their family are unlikely to care much about a mother from Green Forest, and the Marchioness even less so. Will they actually confront the Quan Family Army because of her?” Quan Jing said coldly.

Quan An thought it indeed made sense; the Marquis Cheng’en would rather Heir Mu be born of the legitimate mother. How could they care about a woman from the Martial World? If they did, they would have already taken her into their household, wouldn’t they?

Quan Jing continued, “Not to mention their concerns, even if they did care, they wouldn’t dare show it. After all, she is a Poison Lady known to use poison. With such a person, would the Saint trust the Empress? It’s only because the Empress has but one Princess to this date, otherwise…”

A slight shiver went through Quan An’s heart.

The Imperial Family has no kinship.

The Saint values his dragon throne above all and is the most suspicious, especially as he grows older and his sons come of age, making the emperor’s heart even harder to fathom.

With the Empress’s family having such a Poison Lady in hand, isn’t using a colorless, tasteless poison just a matter of snapping one’s fingers?

It’s something they all understand, so wouldn’t the Mu Family grasp this as well?

That’s why over the years, there hasn’t been much contact between the Mu Family and Poison Lady, only occasional visits by Poison Lady to see Heir Mu, but even that has decreased in the last two years to avoid suspicion.

That is why Quan Jing dares to move against Poison Lady.

The Martial World and Green Forest keep to themselves and do not interfere with court matters, but when compared with the Quan Family who holds military power, no matter how capable Green Forest is, can they outnumber the Quan Family?

Quan An said, “Then, I’ll go arrange it.”

“Um.”

Quan An helped him clean up and supported him to sit by the Arhat bed. He served him blood-nourishing jujube tea, brought over the military strategy books he often read, and then went down to arrange the trifles.

Quan Jing leaned against the large pillow without hurrying to pick up the military books, but instead looked at his hand bathed in sunlight. He could still hold a long spear, go to the battlefield, and protect his homeland and family.

How wonderful.