Exile after Divorce? Empty the Scumbag Husband First!

Chapter 191 - 188: Well, This Drug Works Even Better Than the Aphrodisiac Pills I Made Myself

But after taking a sip, there was no reaction.

Ruan Mian was stunned for a moment, only feeling her body growing heavier, with an unexplainable heat inside her surging like volcanic lava.

As if it could burst through her chest at any moment!

Her eyes reddened, and suddenly images of Xie Huai’an flashed in her mind.

Their first meeting, the kindness he showed her, the hardships they endured together, soaking in hot springs, expressing their feelings, giving the red ribbon, until their marriage.

Those scenes flickered like a lantern show, frame by frame in her mind, throwing her thoughts into chaos, hard to control!

She closed her eyes tightly, sensing her desires spreading further, and gradually realized... could it be... she wasn’t poisoned, but rather drugged with an unspeakable potion?!

How potent this is, more effective than those virility potions she made.

Just a bit of this sedative, making one lose control, unable to resist.

Even the spiritual spring water couldn’t heal this.

But this isn’t an injury like poisoning, the spiritual spring water couldn’t help at all.

She tried to calm herself, thinking of any way to ease the situation.

Staying here wasn’t an option, so with the last bit of rationality, she quickly left the room, using the sharp tip of a dagger to pierce her fingertip, trying to stay awake.

When she finally saw Xie Huai’an, he immediately noticed something was wrong with Ruan Mian.

Disregarding the attendants nearby, he supported her and quickly took her away from the mansion.

Just outside the side door, Ruan Mian’s legs gave way, and in a daze, she looked into his eyes, clutching his arm with her bloodied fingers.

"Sir, cold... cold water..." Before she could finish speaking, Ruan Mian clung tightly to him, like a drifting boat desperately seeking a calm harbor.

When her delicate lips brushed against his cheek, Xie Huai’an’s heart skipped a beat.

It was as if a feather gently swept across his heart.

Seeing her fluttering eyelashes like butterfly wings and her unusual actions, he immediately realized, Mianmian was drugged with an unspeakable potion.

Without hesitation, he raised a hand and knocked her out cold!

Then he hoisted her over his shoulder, took her back to the inn, and put her into cold water.

Finally, he didn’t forget to spend a bit of silver to get a doctor for help with a remedy.

But when the doctor heard it was a seductive scent, he gave Xie Huai’an a cautious look and asked, "Who are you to her?"

"Her husband."

Upon hearing this, the doctor simply shouldered his medicine chest: "Since you’re her husband, aren’t you the remedy?"

Xie Huai’an paused, his ears slightly reddening: "Besides that method, is there any other way?"

The doctor seemed to understand something, looked at him with a bit of sympathy, and sighed deeply.

"Didn’t expect a young gentleman like you to have such a private issue, but fine, considering the silver you gave me, I’ll prescribe something to calm her mind and give you some unique herbs, it might work?"

The doctor’s words were veiled, but Xie Huai’an understood it clearly.

His expression turned serious, his voice becoming firm: "It’s not what you think, I’m fine."

"I know, I understand, everyone says that."

The doctor, showing a knowing look, swiftly wrote the prescription and sent the attendant to get the herbs.

Seeing that he could save Mianmian, Xie Huai’an didn’t argue further.

After all, it was just a small matter.

As long as Mianmian was fine.

Although, he who was usually self-controlled, for a moment, had thoughts he shouldn’t have had.

Especially when she voluntarily rushed into his embrace.

Xie Huai’an crushed those thoughts, patiently feeding her the medicine spoon by spoon, letting it flow down her neck.

The palm that touched her skin gradually warmed up...

Ruan Mian awoke by the next morning.

As the first light of dawn broke, she opened her eyes and saw Xie Huai’an leaning on a chair beside her, seemingly having watched over her all night.

Recalling the events of the previous day, Ruan Mian turned her head and saw the prescription from the doctor.

But it was filled with common herbs, which did nothing for her.

The real cure, perhaps, was his solid whack! Knocking her out just like that.

Yet he was a gentleman.

She hadn’t judged him wrongly.

But unsure if it was a side effect, she felt groggy, as if she had caught a cold.

Forcing herself to stay awake, she managed to regain some clarity.

Ruan Mian’s eyes fell upon Xie Huai’an’s serene sleeping face, and as she was lost in thought, two small butterflies fluttered to the door.

They danced and hovered around Ruan Mian, moving up and down.

She subtly furrowed her brows, lowering her voice to avoid waking him: "Have you found the mute girl’s whereabouts?"

They were caught and nourished with spiritual spring water after she suspected An Yang took the mute girl, released into Tuji Mansion.

It was to find some clues, and of course, to help locate Jiang Zhen.

However, these Little Spirit Beasts could only understand her words, not speak human language, so some things required Ruan Mian’s intuition.

They weren’t omniscient to provide results just by asking.

But now, with their urgent movements, they seemed to be leading Ruan Mian somewhere.

She glanced at Xie Huai’an, then took out some calming incense from her space, lighting it so he could sleep a bit longer.

Going alone meant fewer concerns.

The butterflies led her to a secluded small hill, and after looking around, she realized it was behind Tuji Mansion.

Behind some bushes, she found a wooden board secured with a fine exquisite lock.

Realizing something, she unhesitatingly took out iron wire and picked the lock.

Thankfully, she learned survival skills in the post-apocalypse, unlocking and breaking doors were easy tasks, or else she could have perished at any moment.

This was a staircase leading to a basement, looking down, it was pitch dark.

She took out a bright oil lamp from her space and entered the narrow passage without hesitation.

After a short walk, she saw a familiar figure lying on the ground.

But the woman was without hair, making Ruan Mian unsure.

Is it the mute girl Qin Sang?

"Lady Qin, Lady Qin?"

Ruan Mian steadied herself, walked to her side, and softly called.

Seeing her now bald head mixed with blood, her face was unrecognizable.

Despite this, Ruan Mian distinguished her through the remaining features; it was indeed Qin Sang.

Yet now, how could the mute girl resemble her past self?

More terrifying than any scar-covered body, she also had numerous fang bites, even Ruan Mian, accustomed to bloodshed, found it hard to watch.

Qin Sang’s life force was barely there; had Ruan Mian arrived any later, not even an immortal could save her!

Without delay, she fed her spiritual spring water, carefully cleaned the exposed wounds with the spring water, then applied medicinal powder to them.