The small Mu Xing watched the young master he played with suffer so much, his eyes filled with unease, unusually quiet.
His small head couldn't understand why this young master Feng was poisoned. Xiao Jin hadn't bitten him, and Xiao Jin was very well-behaved.
The Seventh Madam, crying, glared at Mu Xing and shrieked through clenched teeth, "If anything happens to my son, I will make you pay with your life!"
The Seventh Madam's words were overheard by Feng Jiu as he entered the flower hall. His face immediately darkened. With a wave of his hand, he slapped her. This woman was truly out of line; it seemed she really saw her son as a protective charm.
The group that followed Feng Jiu into the hall felt a bit awkward seeing Feng Jiu hit his concubine. What was going on? The priority now was to detoxify the child. Liu Liu shook her head and looked at Zhi Gu.
"Begin the detoxification."
"Yes,楼主," Zhi Gu walked over. The Seventh Madam, who had been squatting by Young Master Feng's side, moved aside obediently after being slapped by Feng Jiu, no longer daring to say another word.
She knew that although Feng Jiu treated everyone equally, he hated arrogant and overbearing women. She must not end up losing the melon and wearing the sesame seeds.
Moreover, this Young Master Mu Xing was the Seventh Night楼主's younger brother. She had been too overcome with anger. Now, the Seventh Madam regretted it immensely.
The flower hall quieted down, only the soft groans of the young master Feng could be heard. Zhi Gu reached out and quickly pressed the acupoints on the young master, then pricked her finger with a silver needle, drawing out black blood.
Turning, she looked at the Master Feng who had been standing beside her watching, and spoke coldly, "Master Feng, extend your hand."
The Seventh Madam's face startled when she heard Zhi Gu's words. She quickly exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Blood exchange," Zhi Gu replied concisely.
She had heard the woman cursing Mu Xing earlier and was very angry. A child's unintentional mistake, and this woman dared to curse Mu Xing. If she hadn't restrained herself, she would have loved to slap her a few more times.
Feng Jiu extended his hand, but the Seventh Madam rushed forward, pushing his hand away, and extended her own fair and tender hand, "Use mine. You must not harm the Master's health."
Everyone was surprised by this woman's words and couldn't help but raise their heads to look at Feng Jiu. It seemed this woman loved the Master so much. After being slapped, she was still protecting Feng Jiu so fiercely; she did possess some affection.
However, Feng Jiu was still a man. How could he hide behind a woman? With a large hand, he pushed the Seventh Madam aside and commanded sternly, "Stand aside. I am here to handle this."
When the Seventh Madam heard Feng Jiu's words, knowing she was powerless to stop it, she began to tremble. As everyone was focused on Young Master Feng, they didn't notice the Seventh Madam's expression.
Zhi Gu had already pricked Feng Jiu's finger with a silver needle. Bright red blood gushed from the large hand. The large hand and small hand touched, and with an infusion of internal energy, the blood exchanged. Instantly, the young master Feng's complexion improved significantly. Zhi Gu breathed a sigh of relief, released her hands, and said lightly.
"It's done."
Everyone in the flower hall exhaled in relief. Even Mu Xing's tightly clenched little face relaxed. Everyone smiled at each other.
But just then, the young master Feng suddenly began to convulse, his eyes rolling upward, white foam appearing in his mouth, and he convulsed uncontrollably. Feng Jiu, seeing this, roared madly.
"Quick, what's wrong with him?"
Zhi Gu looked at the young master Feng's condition and was greatly surprised. The blood had been exchanged, so why was there a rebound like this? Unless… her face turned somewhat unpleasant as she turned to stare at the Seventh Madam.
This woman was truly disgusting, to have done such a thing. No wonder she had tried to stop Feng Jiu earlier. Everyone followed Zhi Gu's gaze to the Seventh Madam, who had shrunk to the side.
She was deathly pale, biting her bloodless lips, her body trembling. Feng Jiu suddenly felt that something was amiss and immediately said with a dark expression.
"What is going on here?"
The Seventh Madam looked pleadingly at Zhi Gu, still struggling at the last moment, hoping Zhi Gu would spare her. Unfortunately, she had cursed Mu Xing earlier, and Zhi Gu wished she could hit her a few more times for relief. How could she help her conceal it? Therefore, she stated expressionlessly.
"This child is not Master Feng's. Because of blood incompatibility, this situation has occurred."
"What?"
Feng Jiu roared, his face turning purple. Everyone in the hall now looked at him with sympathy, never expecting such a thing to happen in the Wan Feng Tea Villa.
His son, whom he had raised for years, was not his own. No man could tolerate this. And the young master Feng was convulsing so badly he could barely breathe. The Seventh Madam, standing nearby, fell to her knees with a thud.
"Master, it is my fault. The child is not to blame. I beg you, save him. This lowly concubine is willing to die."
No mother could bear to see her child die before her eyes. Liu Liu deeply understood this. At the same time, she realized that men did not quite understand this feeling of flesh and blood connection. As soon as they heard the child was not their own, their hearts became harder than stone.
Some men could even be ruthless enough to kill their own flesh and blood. Thinking of this, Liu Liu's cold eyes swept towards the man beside her. She was startled by the pain in his eyes.
This man's face was so contorted with anguish. Did he also regret what happened back then? How truly rare. Liu Liu smiled mockingly.
Upon hearing that his son before him was not his own flesh and blood, Feng Jiu was already furious. He turned and ordered the steward Lü behind him, "Dispose of this woman and this child immediately."
His tone was so violent and cold, as if disposing of a cat or dog was simple. The Seventh Madam's body trembled uncontrollably, but the child was not at fault.
He loved his master so much. Even if he wasn't his biological son, he was dearer than one. The Seventh Madam kowtowed, tears streaming down her face, "I beg Master to save my son. This lowly concubine is willing to die for atonement."
The steward of the Feng mansion, standing nearby, quickly kowtowed, "Master, the young master is not at fault. He is just a child."
Feng Jiu's brutal face was covered in frost, unmoved. His sharp gaze swept across the people in the hall, and he roared angrily, "Anyone who pleads for them today is my enemy, Feng Jiu. This slut and this bastard must be dealt with."
With his words spoken so clearly, who would dare to plead? Seeing his resolute appearance, it seemed the Seventh Madam and the young master Feng were in grave danger. All they could offer was sympathy for the poor child before them.
Mu Xing, who had been standing nearby blaming himself, watched the adults argue and get angry, wondering how things had become this way. Thinking of the mistake he had made, his heart ached. His large eyes welled up with tears, and his curly eyelashes still held glistening droplets. He quickly ran to Zhi Gu, his small body sobbing softly and pleadingly.
"Auntie, please save him quickly. Auntie, Mu Xing begs you to save him. Look, he's in so much pain he's about to faint. He's Mu Xing's friend. If he dies, Mu Xing will have no more friends to play with, Auntie."
His crisp voice echoed in the flower hall, striking everyone's hearts.
Everyone saw Mu Xing's tender little face turn pale from crying, his crystalline tears rolling down one by one. Zhi Gu's heart ached, and she hugged Mu Xing, "Alright, Mu Xing, don't be sad. Auntie will save him now."