Chapter 325 : It’s Not Easy Being the Head of Household 9 (1/2)

“Your Excellency, this Sir…”

The diagnosing physician was sweating cold bullets. ‘The Prime Minister’s gaze is so cold, I feel like ice is going to form! So scary!’

“Just say it.” Dai Yue urged.

The physician wiped at the sweat on her brow. “It appears this Sir is suffering from the effects of a strong version of Thousand Pleasures. There’s no antidote…”

Pa!

Shi Sheng swept the teacup on the table beside her to the ground. “How audacious!”

“Your Excellency…” Ying Yue called out to her.

Shi Sheng took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Is there really no antidote?”

The physician hardened her scalp and shook her head. “It seems this Sir didn’t directly intake Thousand Pleasures, but it seems like it was birthed from the conflict of a milder herb and the Calming Grass in his body…”

The physician paused, taking in Shi Sheng’s expression before cautiously replying, “From the looks of it, this is even more serious than directly taking Thousand Pleasures.”

“Can it be tolerated?”

“If I’m not mistaken, this Sir practises martial arts. If he tries to ride out its effects…then I’m afraid his martial ability will be crippled.”

“That serious?” Shi Sheng frowned.

The physician gave an honest nod. Normal people couldn’t even withstand the medicinal effects of a drug as potent as Thousand Pleasures after it had been diluted, let alone an undiluted version of the drug.

“Go and invite all the physicians in the city, and the imperial physicians too—” Shi Sheng suddenly halted, her brows scrunching together.

‘Since this physician says there’s no antidote, if I invite all these other people and still can’t find an antidote…

Rumours would start spreading very quickly.’

“Your Excellency?” ‘So do we invite them or not?’

In the end, Shi Sheng had them invite the physicians, but ordered all the physicians to be blindfolded.

Yet all these physicians came to the same conclusion as the first physician.

There was no antidote.

Shi Sheng was so angry that she nearly went out to hack at someone.

“All of you, get out.” Shi Sheng waved.

Ying Yue and Dai Yue looked at each other for a brief moment before leaving the room and shutting the door behind them.

Shi Sheng stared at Ling Yue, still unconscious of his actions, with quite the vexed expression.

‘How am I supposed to tell whether he’s Feng Ci without spirit energy?’

“Hot…” Ling Yue kicked the blankets covering him away. His face was red and the skin beneath his neck had started turning pink.

Perhaps having noticed the presence of another person on the bed, he actually struggled to make his way towards her.

Shi Sheng got off the bed to avoid him.

Ling Yue could only wriggle around on the bed in discomfort, his light moans echoing around the room.

After a long time, Shi Sheng rolled up her sleeves and got on the bed. Ling Yue lunged for her, but Shi Sheng nimbly wrapped him up in the blankets, limbs and all, leaving only his head exposed.

“Uh…” Ling Yue continued to thrash about.

Shi Sheng’s expression was dark as she reached into the blankets and fumbled to open his pants.

‘If this fellow isn’t Feng Ci, I’ll mince him!’

She swiftly pulled down his pants.

……

Shi Sheng felt like her hand was about to break from the effort—this was even more tiring than killing people.

Perhaps it was because she had wrapped him up in blankets, for his face was redder than before and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Shi Sheng didn’t dare to take the blankets off, so she could only leave him to suffer the heat.

After he’d released twice, Ling Yue’s situation finally improved somewhat. Emphasis on the somewhat.

His foggy consciousness finally cleared up a bit. He could vaguely tell there was someone beside him. His lower body was being held by a very warm hand, and he could feel the pleasure that it brought…

He suddenly trembled, his blurry awareness slowly clearing up fully.

“You…” His voice sounded too sultry, so Ling Yue didn’t dare continue speaking after the first syllable.

“Finally came to your senses?” Shi Sheng’s hand stopped moving. Her face moved in closer to have a better look at him, her expression still dark. “Good. Do it yourself.”

She jerked her hand away and got off the bed.

Ling Yue could vaguely see her palm.