My Sword Immortal Wife Has Gone Berserk - Chapter 35:
Chapter 35: Add a Little Something to the Pill:
Before the underground pill furnace, the flames roared fiercely.
With a mischievous grin, Fang Yun tossed in a handful of rhubarb—and that wasn’t enough. She then added senna leaves.
A large number of medicinal ingredients turned to powder, coating the Dragon Tiger Pills completely.
All medicine contains some degree of toxicity, but even poison can be used to cure illness. The path of pharmacology was deep and mysterious—without over a decade of study, one could never truly master it.
In both his previous life and current one, Lin Ce had been force-fed countless medicines due to the Frost Marrow Curse. With long-term illness, he’d naturally developed some skill in medicine himself.
“Senior Sister Fang, what are you doing?!” Lin Ce shouted in alarm. Rhubarb and senna leaves were classic laxatives—these things couldn’t just be thrown around casually.
The Dragon Tiger Pill was supposed to be a tonic for virility, a medicine to increase yang energy. Now that she had wrapped it in cooling, purging substances, wasn’t that completely absurd?
If the Emperor took it, he might not be able to withstand the stimulation halfway through the act.
And worst of all, he might end up losing control right in the middle—of his bowels, that is. A royal disgrace.
“Shh!!” Fang Yun pressed a finger to her lips, warning Lin Ce to stay quiet. She had already warned him not to speak carelessly.
“Relax, it won’t kill anyone. I calculated everything precisely—the ingredients were added strictly by ratio. It’s perfectly safe,” Fang Yun chuckled. Her hair covered half her face as she lowered her head, peeking upward. That expression was undeniably wicked.
And as she spoke, she continued to increase the dosage.
Lin Ce gulped. Poor Emperor. He asked for an aphrodisiac and got a purgative. Could that end well?
“His Majesty has consumed these kinds of dragon-tonics for years. Hidden illnesses are bound to build up. I’m just helping him regulate his body. This is for his own good,” Fang Yun said nonchalantly. Lin Ce seriously began to wonder whether she held a grudge against the Emperor.
If the pill had been made by anyone else, the eunuchs would’ve thoroughly tested it before handing it over.
If any issues were found, the pillmaker would’ve faced death and the extermination of their family.
But the Celestial Observatory was deeply trusted by the Emperor. Nothing they produced was checked—everything was delivered straight to the Dragon Bed without question.
“Senior Sister Fang, you’re really…” Lin Ce was speechless. He hadn’t expected this streak of mischief in her.
At the dosage she used, the Emperor wouldn’t die—but a few days of diarrhea was practically guaranteed.
“Let me make it clear. If you dare leak anything, I swear I’ll make you regret it! On your wedding night with Su Nanqiao, I’ll send you an improved version of the Dragon Tiger Pill!” Fang Yun threatened coldly.
“I… I won’t say a word…” Lin Ce winced. For his and Nanqiao’s future happiness—and because Fang Yun had gifted him the Mountain Lord’s Blood—he’d let this matter slide.
Most likely, even if the Emperor had issues afterward, he’d blame it on his own body, never suspecting the medicine.
The Celestial Observatory truly enjoyed unparalleled privilege.
Six hours later, the pill refinement was complete.
Near the underground furnace, Lin Ce didn’t feel the chill at all. In fact, his body felt warm.
Though Fang Yun had a mischievous side, she never intended to poison the Emperor. She still added many yang-boosting herbs into the Dragon Tiger Pill. The opposing medicinal properties mostly neutralized each other—at most, the pill’s potency was weakened, and the Emperor would lose some face.
“Finally done.” Fang Yun wiped the sweat from her brow, a look of satisfaction in her eyes.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing a face as beautiful as a painting.
Under the flickering firelight, she seemed even more radiant. Her graceful figure cast a shadow that swayed behind her.
“Huh? Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked suspiciously. Lin Ce had been gazing at her blankly, with an entranced look on his face.
“You’re not… falling for me, are you?” she asked, startled, crossing her arms and stepping back several times.
Lin Ce rolled his eyes, annoyed.
“Senior Sister Fang, if you had time to manage your appearance, you’d be stunning. Why go around looking so messy every day?”
He stepped forward and removed a jade hairpin from his head, casually gathering her hair and securing it with the pin.
Her oval-shaped face appeared clearly in front of him, framed by the firelight—strikingly beautiful.
A blush crept across Fang Yun’s face. Lin Ce had just done something bold—no man had ever dared touch her like that.
And she… actually didn’t resist.
“Doesn’t that look much better?” Lin Ce said, clearly satisfied.
She was clearly a beauty, yet she insisted on dressing like a disheveled hermit.
“Really… it looks good?” Fang Yun asked shyly. She had never cared about her looks, never groomed herself, and aside from her master, no man had ever told her she was pretty.
Lin Ce patted his chest, “Absolutely. Guaranteed.”
“But it’s getting late. I should head back. I was going to teach you the chess formation, but since you insisted on making pills, there’s no time now.” His face grew pale, and a cold mist escaped his lips as he spoke.
Today was the fifteenth of April—the time when the Frost Marrow Curse would erupt.
“I’ll walk you back,” Fang Yun offered, clasping her hands behind her and lifting slightly onto her toes.
Her bright eyes shimmered with a strange emotion. For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to dislike Lin Ce. She had already crossed several of her personal lines—letting him watch her refine pills, giving him the Mountain Lord’s Blood, and even letting him tie up her hair.
In all her years, this was a first.
“No need. You’ve got your duties. I can return on my own. I’ll visit again another day,” Lin Ce said, feeling himself weakening. He turned and hurried upward.
Fang Yun noticed something was off and grabbed his arm.
“You’re having an episode, aren’t you?”
As she spoke, she quickly withdrew her hand. Frost had formed on her palm. The bone-piercing cold was radiating from Lin Ce’s body.
“Cold poison!” Fang Yun’s eyes widened in shock.
She had heard of the Lin family’s frail young master, but she hadn’t imagined it was due to cold poison. No wonder he asked for the Mountain Lord’s Blood—nothing treated cold poison better than that.
“Quick, go!” she urged.
Lin Ce hadn’t lost control yet. He bit his lip, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Ice crystals formed on his eyelashes, and the temperature around them plummeted.
Fang Yun was utterly shaken.
What kind of cold poison could make him like this?
And from the look of it, this wasn’t his first time. Had he been enduring this pain his entire life?
A white mist swirled from Lin Ce’s body.
At that moment, the Frost Marrow Curse erupted completely.
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