Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1498 - 315: The First Madam of the Nan Family (Part 2)

"Since Nan Yang has been lurking in the Nan Family for over ten years, why hasn’t he killed Old Master Nan? Why did he spare Nan Tian’s life?"

An Yiqing’s eyelashes fluttered, "Not killing Old Master Nan might be because he wants to let Old Master Nan watch helplessly as his family business is taken away. As for why he spared Nan Tian’s life..."

She didn’t know the reason behind Nan Yang’s actions, but An Yiqing hoped that the reason for sparing Nan Tian’s life was Nan Yang’s remaining conscience...

Obviously, Chiang Yu had thought of this as well. He sighed deeply, feeling endless emotions. If Nan Yang was cold-blooded, he still spared Nan Tian’s life and ensured her innocence wasn’t destroyed.

But this tiny bit of mercy paled in comparison to his cold-blooded deeds, probably not even causing a ripple!

Unwilling to think more about Nan Yang, Chiang Yu looked at Nan Tian lying in bed, his eyes filled with deep worry.

"Sect Leader, can you cure Miss Nantian in her current state?"

An Yiqing pressed her red lips tight, her gaze determined as she looked at Nan Tian, "Even if I can’t cure her, I must try!"

That night, several disciples from the Medicine Sect were secretly summoned to Jinyin City, along with Ye Chenghong, Yin Xilin, and Tiezhu. A total of thirteen people, carrying precious herbs, all headed to the Xuanqing Sect.

In the special care ward, An Yiqing, with Yin Xilin and others, stood by the bedside, their eyes all on Ye Chenghong who was examining Nan Tian.

At night, Nan Feng, who had been knocked out by Zhang Yufeng, woke up again. An Yiqing painstakingly fed her some food before using a silver needle to pierce her sleep points. Thinking of Nan Tian’s hysteria when awake, An Yiqing sighed repeatedly.

"Master, how is it?" Seeing Ye Chenghong retract his hand, An Yiqing hurriedly asked in a low voice.

"Not good, very bad. This is the worst case of disfigurement I’ve seen in years. If you want a full recovery, it’s very difficult." Ye Chenghong questioned himself. Despite his vast experiences, sleeping in graveyards and eating in front of corpses, his heart still went out seeing Nan Tian’s body in such a terrible state. Such a good little girl, about the same age as his treasured disciple, tortured like this by rabid dogs and acetic acid! If not treated properly, not only her looks but possibly even her entire body could suffer complete muscle atrophy and become paralyzed!

An Yiqing had mentally prepared herself, but hearing Ye Chenghong’s verdict still made her heart sink. If even the experienced Ye Chenghong couldn’t help, then Nan Tian was truly difficult to cure!

"Master, no matter how hard it is, I must cure Nan Tian."

Ye Chenghong sighed and shook his head, "Xiao Qing, even if you heal Nan Tian’s body, can you heal her mental scars? Being poisoned by the brother she loved the most, if it weren’t for the inability to accept such a blow, with Nan Tian’s resilient personality, she wouldn’t possibly become mentally unbalanced."

Ye Chenghong looked at An Yiqing’s ever-changing expression and shook his head helplessly, "Think about it properly, maybe letting Nan Tian continue being like this isn’t necessarily a bad thing."

Ye Chenghong didn’t say more and left the ward with Yin Xilin and the others.

An Yiqing sat alone by Nan Tian’s bedside for a whole day, staring at Nan Tian’s horribly decayed body and those eyes distorted like bulbs, remaining silent for a long time.

Outside the ward, Yin Xilin stood hesitantly at the door with a tray, unsure whether to enter. Master An Yiqing had locked herself in the ward for a day. She delivered meals twice, only for them to be returned untouched. Yin Xilin knew the damage to Nan Tian was a huge blow to her master, whose emotional depth nobody could fully understand facing her friend’s destruction.

Following behind Yin Xilin, Tiezhu looked confusingly at the unmoving Yin Xilin, scratching the back of his head bewilderedly, "Senior Sister, why aren’t you going in?"

Yin Xilin’s mouth twitched, her heavy heart feeling lighter. Every time she heard this big disciple call her senior sister, she felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

"I’m worried this meal will be returned by Master again." Yin Xilin looked down at the tray in her hands, speaking solemnly.

"Let it be returned then, at worst just deliver it next time again! Master will eventually eat!"