[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 15

Chapter 15: Yuan’an Falls Unconscious

“—Master!”

Zi’ang flashed out of the crowd, but it was too late for her to catch her. Dugu Yuan’an fell headfirst down the stairs. The moment she closed her eyes, she fell into a warm and soft embrace.

Xue Mu’s eyes glinted with coldness. Lowering her gaze to Dugu Yuan’an, who had dropped her double crutches, she looked at her beautiful face that had turned pale. Hugging her knees from behind, she scooped her whole body up into her arms and walked steadily down the stairs.

The guests around were in an uproar, many whispering in low voices. Xue Mu ignored them completely and just carried Dugu Yuan’an to the wheelchair. Zi’ang was so anxious that sweat wouldn’t stop pouring down. Just as she grabbed the back of the wheelchair, Xue Mu bypassed the wheelchair and walked towards the outside of the vermilion main gate.

“Madam…” Dugu Yuan’an called softly. Seeing the coldness in Xue Mu’s eyes, she couldn’t help feeling aggrieved and called out again in a low voice, “Madam, you left without telling me. I was so worried.”

Xue Mu carried her onto the carriage and sat on one side herself, staring expressionlessly at a point in the air, not saying a word.

Dugu Yuan’an bit her lip, which wasn’t very rosy to begin with, and carefully shifted her body. Unexpectedly, Xue Mu’s gaze was like a torch, glaring at her.

“You’re still moving!” Xue Mu shouted. Dugu Yuan’an’s body couldn’t help trembling, and she slowly lowered her head.

Seeing her like this, Xue Mu knew she was putting on an act. Falling down the stairs was something she deliberately did in front of others. How could she climb dozens of steps only to fall on the last one?!

This woman clearly came to the Xue Star Tower to cause me trouble and force me back to the Dugu Manor. Her crying on the wedding night must have also been intentional to soften my heart!

Xue Mu thought angrily, but didn’t want to vent it out, so she glared viciously at the carriage curtain. After a moment, she heard Dugu Yuan’an say in a very soft voice, “Don’t be angry.”

Xue Mu ignored her.

Dugu Yuan’an said slowly, “I… I woke up this morning and saw Zi’ang anxiously telling me you went out. I was worried you might have an accident soaking in the cold pool, so I wanted to find you. I had no other thoughts, I just wanted to find you.”

Xue Mu didn’t speak, looking coldly at the fluttering curtain of the carriage.

Dugu Yuan’an was silent for a long time before saying again, “Madam, I feel very uncomfortable today.”

Xue Mu didn’t believe her and just sneered.

Dugu Yuan’an breathed lightly and shifted her body over. Xue Mu hadn’t looked at her the whole time. She moved her body next to Xue Mu and murmured to herself, “Madam, you caught me. I am so happy.”

Xue Mu couldn’t bear it anymore. “Don’t talk to me!”

Dugu Yuan’an responded desolately, then added, “Madam, my knees really hurt badly.”

When the carriage arrived at the Dugu Manor, Xue Mu got up directly and got off the carriage. The wheelchair was placed on the board where Zi’ang sat. She said, “Master hasn’t come down yet.”

Xue Mu didn’t look back and walked into the manor on her own.

Zi’ang pulled open the curtain and saw Dugu Yuan’an’s gloomy face. She couldn’t help feeling heartache. “Master, why did you have to marry her back—”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Dugu Yuan’an scolded sternly. Illuminated by the sunlight outside, her face looked even paler. “She is your Young Madam.”

Zi’ang bit her lip and helped her into the wheelchair.

**

As soon as Xue Mu returned to the manor, she rushed to the cold pool. Anger burned her body, activating the toxicity of the Fire Poison inside her. She had to run back to soak in the cold pool and unleashed more than a dozen strikes of the Blazing Burning Palm in the pool.

Her whole body was in excruciating pain and scorching hot. The ice hit by the Blazing Burning Palm sizzled and steamed, a palm print clearly imprinted on it.

She wasn’t Dugu Yuan’an and didn’t understand what kind of thoughts Dugu Yuan’an harbored. If she had indulged her before, now she felt Dugu Yuan’an was deliberately possessing her, even deepening the impression of a “female hedonist” in front of the public. No, adding another layer of perception: “cold-hearted and ruthless, abandoning wife to seek pleasure.”

Xue Mu soaked in the cold pool for who knows how long before slowly climbing out. As soon as she left the cold pool area, she saw two groups of maids running around busily. One group headed straight for her and Dugu Yuan’an’s bridal chamber.

The door was wide open. Zi’ang, holding something in her hand, darted into the room with light and quick steps. Xue Mu followed and saw Dugu Wenxing sitting by the bed, while Dugu Huansheng watched the person lying on the bed from the side.

Zi’ang stuffed two hot water bottles into Dugu Yuan’an’s quilt. Turning her head to see Xue Mu, she shouted, “You!”

Xue Mu ignored her and walked straight around to the bedside. She saw Dugu Wenxing channeling power with both hands, covering Dugu Yuan’an’s knees. The quilt only covered above Dugu Yuan’an’s knees. Thinking of what Dugu Yuan’an said on the carriage, Xue Mu couldn’t help feeling extremely remorseful: It turns out she was telling the truth when she said she felt uncomfortable.

Dugu Yuan’an had fallen unconscious. Xue Mu asked Madam Dugu, “What happened to her? Do her knees hurt very much?”

Madam Dugu looked at Dugu Yuan’an with concern, sighed faintly, and stroked Xue Mu’s head.

“She stayed in the cold pool too long yesterday. The cold air invaded her knees and triggered the Cold Poison. Mu’er, Cold Poison accumulates outside her damaged meridians. Using internal energy (kung fu) will only make the Cold Poison accumulate deeper and deeper. It can only be dispersed using Extreme Yang internal energy. She must not have told you.”

Xue Mu was stunned for a good while, feeling a mix of emotions deep in her heart. She looked down at the girl’s tightly closed eyes and gently wiped away the fine sweat on her forehead with her fingers.

She came to the Xue Star Tower to find me today, using internal energy to walk upstairs. Coupled with the cold air entering her body from the cold pool yesterday, this triggered the Cold Poison and caused such pain—why did she have to practice that Soul Cold Palm? Is the lost technique of the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain really that strong, strong enough to practice at all costs?

Xue Mu looked at Dugu Wenxing. Seeing his eyes closed and rolling heat emanating from his palms, seeping into the fabric of the trousers, she felt a bit of joy amidst her worry.

If Extreme Yang internal energy can help Yuan’an alleviate the Cold Poison…

Half an hour later, Dugu Wenxing stood up and said in a low voice, “Let her sleep well. Zi’ang, guard outside the door.”

He looked at Xue Mu, his expression somewhat complex, but finally just sighed.

“Yuan’er was bent on learning the Soul Cold Palm. As parents, we couldn’t stop her. Now that you are by her side, you must take good care of her,” he said. “Good child, your willingness to marry here shows you are also kind-hearted. With you and Yuan’er together, I can rest assured.”

Xue Mu said, “Hero Dugu…” She found it hard to change her habit, but hurriedly corrected herself, “Father, which expert passed this Soul Cold Palm to Yuan’an? Why did she suddenly practice this?”

Dugu Wenxing said helplessly, “Yuan’er once met an expert whose life was nearing its end. Seeing her high aptitude, that expert wanted to teach her a few moves of the Soul Cold Palm he had learned in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, when Yuan’er practiced it later, she realized the cold energy of this technique would only make her leg ailment more and more serious.”

Xue Mu nodded, glanced at Dugu Yuan’an again, and whispered, “I only knew that the Soul Cold Twelve Arts of the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain were lost. I didn’t expect there were still martial arts experts who could secretly learn a few moves from the Yu Clan and pass down parts of this technique.”

When she mentioned the Yu Clan of Jin Mountain, Madam Dugu’s expression darkened slightly. Staring at Dugu Yuan’an’s face, Xue Mu naturally didn’t notice the strange look on Madam Dugu’s face.

Dugu Wenxing patted Xue Mu’s shoulder, put his arm around his wife’s shoulder, and slowly left.

Xue Mu stood in place for a long time before sitting by the bed. Staring blankly at the sleeping girl, she murmured, “Why exactly do you persist?”