Chapter 95 - 94: The Substitute Eldest Miss 10

Chapter 95: Chapter 94: The Substitute Eldest Miss 10

Once the guests had dispersed, Ji Xiaosong pushed Chu Qingyun back to the main courtyard.

Chu Qingyun sat silently in his wheelchair, his gaze burning, fixed unblinkingly on Ji Xiaosong.

He watched as she raised a delicate hand and slowly removed the phoenix crown. A cascade of raven-black hair tumbled down, shimmering softly in the candlelight.

Then, she gently wiped away her makeup, revealing skin as fine and lustrous as Mutton Fat Jade. Unadorned, her beauty surpassed any cosmetic enhancement.

Her eyes were like the gentlest of spring breezes, brushing across the lake of his heart and stirring ripples.

Her elegant, straight nose was like the most exquisite peak among a range of mountains.

And her lips, ruby-red without any paint, were like delicate, dewy petals, inspiring a helpless tenderness in him.

Chu Qingyun gazed at the woman before him, feeling that no words in the world could capture her beauty. He was dazed, certain she must be a celestial fairy from the ninth heaven who had strayed into the mortal realm, captivating his very soul.

"From now on, I’ll be in your care, Song."

"Qingyun, what are you saying? We are husband and wife; we share both glory and hardship. The poison in your body can be cured, and your leg injury can be healed. Why do you worry?"

Ji Xiaosong’s words struck him like a clap of thunder. Chu Qingyun’s previously dim eyes instantly lit up, filled with surprise and disbelief.

He subconsciously gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, leaning forward slightly as he asked urgently, "Song, you... is what you’re saying true? For years, I’ve sought out every famous physician in the land, and they all said the poison has seeped into my marrow and my legs are beyond healing, unless I could find Master Xuan Yuan. But Master Xuan Yuan went into seclusion years ago. We’ve searched the world over and can’t find a trace of him."

Master Xuan Yuan?

’Isn’t that one of the master identities I used to disguise myself with?’ Ji Xiaosong paused in the middle of changing her clothes.

’I had casually fabricated that identity back then to give my Spells a plausible origin, never expecting it would accidentally make me famous across the land.’

"Master Xuan Yuan is my master, and I’ve already learned everything he had to teach."

Ji Xiaosong slipped off her outer robe, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"I didn’t expect you to be looking for my master. But you don’t need to look for him anymore. He has already ascended and is no longer of this realm. You wouldn’t be able to find him even if you tried."

Hearing this, the surprise in Chu Qingyun’s eyes grew even greater. His voice trembled with excitement. "Song... I..."

Before Chu Qingyun could say another word, Ji Xiaosong gently raised her hand. Chu Qingyun’s entire body levitated into the air, his outer robes fell away, and he was laid on the bed dressed only in his undergarments.

"Tonight, I will first treat your leg injury so you can walk normally. After I return from gathering herbs on Qiong Mountain in a month, your poison can be cured."

’The leg injury is indeed easy to treat. I’ll just have to break the bones, set them anew, and then use my Spiritual Power to heal them. That should allow him to stand again.’

’But the poison has seeped deep into his marrow; it’s not something a little Spiritual Power can solve.’

’I’ll need to use this world’s detoxification methods to cure him.’

"Song! To have you as my wife is truly the greatest fortune of my life. The heavens have been so generous to me! I hereby make a solemn vow: from this day forward, for all my life, you will be the only one. I will stay by your side until my dying day and never betray you. If I break this oath, may heaven strike me down and grant me a terrible end! No matter what the future holds, you will be my only wife. I, Chu Qingyun, will never take a concubine!"

Hearing this, Ji Xiaosong was slightly taken aback at first, then broke into a smile as radiant and captivating as a field of flowers blooming in spring.

Her eyes sparkled, a mix of playfulness and seriousness. "You just made a vow, and that’s certified by heaven and earth. The gods and spirits above have all heard it, so you’d better not go back on your word. If you betray me, there will be no place for you left in this world."

Chu Qingyun gripped Ji Xiaosong’s hand tightly, his gaze firm and fervent. "Song, my heart is set. I will never go back on my word in this life. This oath is my promise to you, with heaven and earth as my witness, clear as the sun and moon."

"In that case, I believe you."

With that, Ji Xiaosong walked to the bedside and gently rolled up Chu Qingyun’s trouser leg, revealing legs that were slightly atrophied from not having been used for so long.

Chu Qingyun’s hands trembled slightly. "Song, they’re hideous, aren’t they?"

"It’s fine. Once I’ve healed them, your body will recover completely, just as it was before," Ji Xiaosong said calmly.

Seeing that Ji Xiaosong’s expression hadn’t changed, Chu Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Xiaosong stood firm, her hands quickly forming a series of seals. A ball of Spiritual Power gathered in her palms.

"Brace yourself."

She said in a low voice, then abruptly thrust the Spiritual Power forward, striking the old injuries on Chu Qingyun’s legs.

With a series of CRACKS, the misaligned bones instantly shattered.

Chu Qingyun’s face went deathly pale and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaosong immediately directed her Spiritual Power to form fine threads, guiding the bone fragments back into place piece by piece.

Next, she channeled even more Spiritual Power to accelerate the healing of the shattered bones.

A SIZZLING sound filled the air as the bone fragments rapidly knitted together and fused.

She stared intently at the injury, her forehead covered in sweat, her hands constantly making minute adjustments to the flow of Spiritual Power.

The muscles visibly firmed up, and the atrophied sinews gradually filled out.

After a long while, as the last wisp of Spiritual Power merged into his body, the reconstruction of the bones was complete. Ji Xiaosong let out a long breath and collapsed into a chair.

’Chu Qingyun is truly tough. The pain of having one’s bones shattered and reset is something an ordinary person could never endure, yet he bore it all without a single word.’

"Try to stand up."

Chu Qingyun took a deep breath, gripped the edge of the bed tightly, veins bulging on his arms, and slowly pushed himself up with all his might.

His legs trembled slightly, as if unaccustomed to bearing his body’s weight again.

Though exhausted, Ji Xiaosong forced herself to stand and quickly walked to Chu Qingyun’s side, reaching out to steady his arm.

"Slowly, don’t rush," Ji Xiaosong said softly, her tone full of encouragement and concern.

Chu Qingyun gritted his teeth and took a tentative first step.

His steps were a bit unsteady, and his whole body trembled from the tension and exertion.

But with Ji Xiaosong’s support, he gradually found his balance.

"I... I’m really walking," Chu Qingyun’s voice was filled with unconcealable excitement and joy.

"Yes, you did it!"

Chu Qingyun practiced walking back and forth in the bridal chamber. After an hour, he was moving about freely, no different than before.

He stopped, turned to look at Ji Xiaosong, his eyes filled with deep affection and gratitude, as well as a trace of a new husband’s shyness and nervousness.

"Song, from today onward, we are truly husband and wife."

Chu Qingyun walked over and gently took Ji Xiaosong’s hand, his voice trembling slightly. "On our wedding night, I should have been the one taking care of you, yet you’ve had to go through so much trouble for me."

Ji Xiaosong’s cheeks flushed. She looked up at Chu Qingyun and said softly, "Between a husband and wife, there’s no such thing as ’trouble.’ To be with you and share this night is my fortune."

Her voice was soft and tinged with shyness, sounding especially captivating in the quiet night.

Chu Qingyun nodded slightly and led Ji Xiaosong to sit slowly on the edge of the bed.

He raised his hand and gently tucked a lock of Ji Xiaosong’s hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek and making her tremble slightly.

"Song, tonight... may we consummate our marriage?"