Love You for the Rest of My Life-Chapter 1480: Strange Illness

Turning his gaze, he pressed the intercom button on the bedside table. "Bring me a pot of warm boiled water. The young madam wants a drink."

"Yes," came the respectful reply from the other end.

After hanging up the intercom, Nangong Jin looked at Jinxuan’s delicate face and fell into deep thought.

Could it be the poison that Old Miao mentioned?

But how could that be?

Old Miao never even got close to Jinxuan.

However, it’s true that this poison doesn’t necessarily require direct contact. Nangong Jin doesn’t know much about it, but he’s heard of it before—from Miao Wu.

The poison is an incredibly mysterious thing. There’s no scientific basis for it, yet its existence is irrefutable.

And there are many methods. Some require ingestion, some just contact to take effect, and the most bizarre ones can work with something like a strand of hair, a worn piece of clothing, or even a person’s birth details.

Supernatural phenomena have always lacked scientific explanation, but they seem to exist contrary to reason. Ordinary people generally cannot fully grasp them.

The doctor’s explanation was strange: the body was feverish, yet the thermometer couldn’t register any temperature. This peculiar symptom—honestly, apart from the poison, there’s nothing else Nangong Jin can think of.

Didn’t Old Miao mention that he had a partner?

Wasn’t his cousin still not captured?

Could he have already infiltrated the capital?

Or did he use another type of poison, one that doesn’t require contact with a person?

Jinxuan’s birthdate is known to everyone, which... honestly makes it feel even more eerie.

Could he be overthinking it? Maybe Jinxuan is simply feverish because things got a bit too intense her first time?

This possibility couldn’t be ruled out either.

After pondering for a long while, the servant brought in the water, and Nangong Jin had to pull himself back from his thoughts. He poured a cup, then gently called out to Jinxuan, "Wife, wake up, have some water."

Jinxuan remained groggy for a while before opening her eyes. She was indeed a bit thirsty, so she obediently parted her lips to drink a few sips.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Nangong Jin asked urgently.

"Not really," Jinxuan responded after drinking, seeming to regain a bit of energy. Strangely, however, her cheeks had become even redder.

Nangong Jin furrowed his brows even tighter, growing more anxious. In a soft voice, he said, "Wife, don’t you think you might have a fever?"

"A fever?" Jinxuan raised her eyebrows. "I don’t think so."

"Then... Then don’t you feel strange or unwell in any way?" Nangong Jin grew more anxious. This illness—why is it so odd?

"Not really," Jinxuan also frowned, feeling Nangong Jin’s behavior was odd. Still, she thought for a moment before replying, "I don’t feel particularly unwell right now, just a bit tired."

Nangong Jin: "..." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Wife, you really don’t handle passion well," Nangong Jin couldn’t help but say. "Seriously, don’t scare me. I just saw your face was so flushed. Earlier, didn’t you say your head feels dizzy and you’re very warm?"

"Yeah," Jinxuan nodded. Her head had felt dizzy earlier when Nangong Jin first called her. At that time, she’d felt incredibly sleepy and her mind foggy.

But now she seemed perfectly fine. Though vaguely, she remembered having a dream—a dream that couldn’t be described. The dream had been full of vivid, tantalizing images, leaving her body feeling ridiculously hot, her throat parched, and an intense craving for water while her whole body burned.

"Then... Then how do you feel now?" Nangong Jin asked anxiously again.