Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Chapter 74 - 74 74 Flawed

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An Yiqing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and used it to hide the laughter in her eyes.

“Now tell me about your specific situation.”

“Uh… Divine Doctor An…” Lin Chengming started to speak, seeming somewhat embarrassed, “My older brother-in-law has always been somewhat taciturn, and with this kind of issue… perhaps I should speak on his behalf.”

“Alright, you go ahead.” An Yiqing nodded, it didn’t matter who spoke, it wouldn’t affect her treatment.

“It’s like this.” Lin Chengming took a drink of water and began speaking slowly, “Seven years ago, my older brother had a serious car accident while he was out.

Ever since he recovered, things haven’t been harmonious in the bedroom.

At first, we thought it was post-traumatic sequelae, so we visited a great number of hospitals, but to no avail.”

“What did the doctors say?”

“Some said it was psychological, others said it was a physical reaction.

He took a lot of medicine over the years, but saw no improvement.

Sigh!” Lin Chengming was also troubled—if it wasn’t for his wife nagging persistently, who would want to deal with such an embarrassing issue?

After Lin Chengming finished speaking, An Yiqing didn’t respond.

She cast her eyes down, but her peripheral vision stayed fixed on Yang Xuan.

This woman’s expression had always been a bit odd…

“Madam Qiu, what is your opinion on your husband’s illness?” An Yiqing’s question took everyone by surprise, especially Yang Xuan, whose face visibly stiffened.

She pulled at the corners of her taut mouth, her eyes flickering, “What’s there to think?

If there’s an illness, we treat it, and life goes on.” Her tone carried an air of indifference.

“Over these years, haven’t you felt lonely, Madam Qiu?” An Yiqing’s lips curved into a smile, as if oblivious to Yang Xuan’s unease.

“Tsch!” Yang Xuan scoffed upon hearing this, “Miss An, you’re still too young.

At my age, having a stable life is what matters most; those passions and whatnot are too impractical.”

An Yiqing smiled meaningfully, then turned to Qiu Yiping, “Minister Qiu, extend your hand.”

Qiu Yiping cooperated and stretched out his arm, while An Yiqing’s delicate hand lightly rested on his wrist, seemingly taking his pulse but her gaze was still quietly fixed on Yang Xuan.

Sure enough, a slight displeasure flickered through Yang Xuan’s eyes.

After checking Qiu Yiping’s pulse, An Yiqing had a rough idea in her mind.

She sighed softly—love always manages to blind and bewilder.

If such an issue remains unresolved, it could lead to tragedy.

An Yiqing pondered her choice of words before speaking, “Minister Qiu, I need to talk to you alone.

There are some matters that I need to discuss with you in detail.”

“Why must you talk alone?” Yang Xuan, who had been silent up until now, suddenly spoke up.

Her brow knitted, and her whole demeanor exuded a grievance.

“Madam Qiu, normally, such a condition is merely a matter of disharmony in bed and poses no threat to life.

But I believe you know better than anyone, some issues can’t just be judged on the surface.

You might not be aware, but if Minister Qiu delays for a few more years, I’m afraid he might risk his very life!”

Upon hearing An Yiqing’s words, Yang Xuan’s complexion turned whiter and whiter, eventually draining of all color, “Impossible… It’s just not being able to perform in bed; how could it cost his life?!”

“Yes, Divine Doctor An, how could not being able to perform in bed possibly risk his life?” Lin Chengming was also surprised—could there be a mistake in the diagnosis?

“I need to talk to Minister Qiu alone!” Looking at the expressionless Qiu Yiping, An Yiqing repeated her request.

“Chengming, Xiao Xuan, you all go out.”

On hearing Qiu Yiping’s command, Lin Chengming nodded repeatedly and, with a somewhat stunned Yang Xuan, left the room.

The room was very quiet as An Yiqing and Qiu Yiping sat facing each other.

“Miss An, what do you want to ask?” Qiu Yiping was the first to break the silence.

“Minister Qiu, I want to ask about your feelings for Madam Qiu,” An Yiqing cradled her teacup in her hands, her eyes lowered, the corners of her mouth lifting.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Yiping’s hand pouring tea shook, and he paused for a moment, “What do my feelings for my wife have to do with my illness?”

“Minister Qiu, please tell me the truth.”

“I love her very much.” After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Yiping still spoke his heart.

An Yiqing revealed a knowing smile, “Then, Minister Qiu, have you ever expressed your feelings to Madam Qiu?”

“No.” Qiu Yiping shook his head, “Xiao Xuan and I have known each other since childhood, childhood sweethearts.

Although she used to be strong-willed, she was always cheerful and optimistic.

To complement each other, I reined in my own temper.

In my view, after all these years, the need to talk about love between us had long passed.

However, I never expected that, at some point, her temperament became increasingly strange, and our relationship worsened.

Sigh…”

“Minister Qiu, if one day, Madam Qiu took a knife to you, would you hate her?”

Qiu Yiping was taken aback by the question and pondered carefully before murmuring absently, “No.

If she really killed me one day, it would naturally be because I wasn’t good enough.

I don’t hate her, only worry who will take care of her when I’m gone.

She’s too strong-willed and prone to suffer losses…”

“Bang!—”

Before Qiu Yiping could finish, a sound at the door was heard.

Not yet fully comprehending, he suddenly felt Yang Xuan rush toward him like a gust of wind.

“I’m sorry!

Ah Ping, I’m sorry to you!

Wuu wuu wuu… I’m sorry to you!” Yang Xuan burst into the room and without a word, knelt down and clung to Qiu Yiping’s legs, crying her heart out.

An Yiqing smiled faintly—she had noticed Madam Qiu had left a small crack in the door.

“Xiao Xuan, what’s wrong?

Get up, let’s talk properly,” Qiu Yiping was somewhat disoriented and just wanted to pull his wife up from the floor.

“No!

Ah Ping, I’m sorry to you!

I don’t deserve to be your wife!

I’ve harmed you!

I…” Yang Xuan cried heart-wrenchingly, her eyes filled with despair.

“Let me explain.” An Yiqing laughed softly, set down her teacup, and lifted her gaze, “If we’re to blame, truly, no one is at fault here.”