My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1190 - 1196: Instigation

After the incense stick had burned down, Duo’er’s condition had notably improved.

"There is one month left until the Golden Silkworm Gu goes into hibernation. If you can’t find the antidote by then, I will have all of you buried with it!" Lu Kejun intentionally sounded very fierce.

Otherwise, she would have definitely cried.

The last time she saw Duo’er, she was brimming with vigor. Now, she was emaciated and lifeless, which she couldn’t accept.

Just then, a soldier clad in armor barged in.

The matter was of great urgency, and he dared not delay for fear of incurring wrath.

"My lord, someone said they saw the Side Concubine on the outskirts of the city in Ting Village."

"Really?" Tan Zhenghong was overjoyed.

"The witness confirmed it was the person in the portrait. Our men didn’t see her themselves and didn’t dare to startle the snake by hitting the grass. They could only come back to report first."

Tan Zhenghong bowed deeply to Lu Kejun, "I will forever remember the favor of saving a life. However, I have other urgent matters today and can only repay this debt another time."

"You all go. Having me take care of Duo’er is enough."

Lu Kejun urged.

No sooner had her words fallen than only she and Duo’er, who was lying on the bed, remained in the room.

These people were truly anxious, but she admired their sense of loyalty and their weight on emotions.

She was even more grateful that she was one of them.

Hearing that Lu Kejun had saved Qiao Duo, Wang Yun couldn’t sit still anymore. After much contemplation, Wang Yun knocked on Chen Yiling’s door.

"I heard that Miss Lu brought something that can temporarily remove the threat to Duo’er’s life. Is that true?" Wang Yun got straight to the point.

What she feared most was her carefully laid plans falling through.

Chen Yiling lazily responded, "Hmm, that’s Ke-kun’s treasure."

Yi Ling hadn’t rested well, both because of Duo’er’s deteriorating condition and because she was scared of death.

Now that Duo’er’s illness was stabilized and they had news about Li Mu’er, fatigue suddenly overcame her.

"It’s as if a Bodhisattva was watching over us, it’s good that things are fine," Wang Yun said insincerely, then quickly changed the subject, "What a pity there’s only one. Otherwise, you could be out of danger too, and that would be a cause for universal celebration."

"If they were everywhere, how could it be considered a rare treasure?" Chen Yiling responded irritably.

The thing she hated most in this life was someone buzzing in her ear when she wanted to sleep, especially when they were spouting nonsense.

Chen Yiling’s slight moodiness was misunderstood by Wang Yun.

There was only one chance to survive—who wouldn’t assert all their effort to seize it?

"I just saw Young Master Rui Rui secretly crying, and Lord Qin has also become much worn out. They must be hoping to escape from danger as soon as possible," Wang Yun said while wiping away tears.

Chen Yiling couldn’t help but roll her eyes, thinking that anyone who didn’t know better would think she was bullying her.

She had no close relationship with Wang Yun, and she knew about Wang Yun’s past deeds, so she didn’t believe that Wang Yun was simply concerned about her well-being.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Wang Yun said innocently, "I truly hope you get better."

And the safest way to ensure that would be to snatch the Golden Silkworm Gu from Qiao Duo’s body.

"You’d better not entertain any wild thoughts. Duo’er has saved my life more than once, and Rui Rui owes his safety to her as well, so even if I have to trade my life for hers, I am willing to do so," Chen Yiling said bluntly to stop the woman from beating around the bush.

Moreover, since her condition was not as critical as Duo’er’s, by all accounts, the Golden Silkworm Gu should be given to Duo’er, and she had no objections.

If Wang Yun was trying to sow discord, then she had truly picked the wrong person.

"Lady Qin, I... didn’t mean that,"

Wang Yun said, looking guilt-stricken.

Everyone said the Prefect’s wife had no cunning, but she had not expected her secret intentions to be discovered before she even broached the subject.