Poison Genius Consort - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: An angry wangfei Original and most updated translations are from volare. If read elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.

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It was already late night when Han Yunxi and Long Feiye arrived outside the gates. She noted that the number of people begging for medicine hadn’t decreased at all, but seemed even more numerous than before. Men and women, young and old alike were all kneeling in front of the gates as if acting so docile would give them better chances at getting the things they needed. But the facts were that everything depended on Gu Qi Sha’s own moods. Perhaps on a good day, he’d pick some people at random and gift them what they wanted. Otherwise, nobody could move him unless they found a way to catch his interest. They might as well kneel indefinitely!

Han Yunxi had taken note of a few people in the crowd the last time she dropped by, but found that they were still here at least two months later. They had neither gotten what they wanted or given up. It was even possible that there were people here who’d been waiting for half a year. Judging from Gu Qi Sha’s personality, six months of kneeling wouldn’t be enough to move him, either.

This Gu Qi Sha, he should simply refuse or chase them away if he’s not going to give them anything. Why does he let people kneel here to wait until his mood strikes for charity?

Han Yunxi watched the crowd for a while before she cursed under her breath. “Abominable!”

At this moment, the old steward came to personally open the gates. “Your Highness Duke of Qin, esteemed wangfei, you’ve waited long. Please come in.”

Han Yunxi and Long Feiye were about to enter when they suddenly heard the sound of hoovebeats behind them. After that came the piteous cries of a retainer as he reported, “Old master! Old master, the madame passed away…the night before yesterday. The madame passed away…”

A middle-aged man in the crowd rose to his feet and looked back in shock, before spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting away. The people around him strove to hold him up, someone pinching his philtrum to bring him back to consciousness as the retainer dismounted his horse to crawl over in tears.

“Old master, old master, please wake up. The estate’s still waiting for you to come back and take care of everything!”

“Hurry and get some hot water,” Han Yunxi tossed out the words before striding to the man. The old steward glanced at Long Feiye, who was ignoring him in favor of his wangfei. He had no choice but to accept esteemed wangfei’s words as directed to him.

Han Yunxi called away the crowd surrounding the man so he could have fresh air, then had him laid down to check his breathing and heartbeat before taking his pulse. By the time the old steward arrived with the water, she had already determined that the man’s situation wasn’t life-threatening. He had simply been too exhausted and depressed to take the sudden shock of bad news, thus spitting up blood.