Descendants (5)
Mu Mingtang felt worried and asked, “Then what should we do? Can you improve your master’s prescription?”
“I don’t think I’m capable enough to do that. Anyway, we also don’t have my master’s prescription for us to study it, and even if you give it to me, I am afraid that I can’t do anything with it. Right now all we have is the finished product, Jinger elixir.”
The little Taoist tried hard to recall, “I remembered that in the last few pages of the master’s manuscript, he had mentioned that using another medicine to fight off with one medicine might cause completely unexpected results. It may cure the decrease… His words were very sloppy and I couldn’t understand it clearly.”
Mu Mingtang was filled with both excitement and grief as she heard these remarks. She was relieved that there could be a solution after all, but worried that the Taoist wouldn’t be able to find it.
Unlike Mu Mingtang, who was worried, Xie Xuanchen seemed to be very relieved. He said: “Since we know Wuyufei and other herbs are the reason behind my illness, we finally have a direction to work into, which will also be our hope.”
Mu Mingtang also took a deep breath: “You are right, I was too anxious. Let’s take our time. There is always a way.”
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, she looked at Xie Xuanchen with a slight smile. “I’m ashamed to say this, but I feel like I should have patience like you.”
Xie Xuanchen shook his head, held Mu Mingtang’s hand and did not add another word. Mu Mingtang was very disappointed when she heard the little Taoist say that there was no medicine, but Xie Xuanchen felt relieved. Perhaps because of repeated disappointments over the years, Xie Xuanchen’s requirements had lowered a lot. Xie Xuanchen was already too relieved hearing that illness was not some innate issue and could be cured. Nothing could be worse than what he had already experienced.
The little Taoist was actually impressed by Xie Xuanchen’s attitude towards this matter, so he let down his prejudicial thoughts about Xie Xuanchen a little. “I will go back and look through the Master’s other manuscripts to check whether I can find a clue. Anyway, I’ll prescribe some medicine to reduce the effects of Wuyufei to some extent.”
“Okay!” Mu Mingtang’s face finally brightened. She quickly responded, “Thank you for your help. As long as it is beneficial to the prince, no matter what you need, just ask.”
The little Taoist felt bad because Mu Mingtang looked very sincere. “I’m not sure if my medicine will be useful. I haven’t been treating people for a long time already,” he said.
After listening to his words, Mu Mingtang’s eyes were about to catch fire from the glare they were emitting, and she tapped on the table a few times. “If something bad happens after drinking your medicine…”
“It doesn’t matter.” Xie Xuanchen stopped Mu Mingtang, took her hand off the table, and held it in his palm again. “Let him give the medicine. It doesn’t matter. Let’s first see how it goes.”
Mu Mingtang looked at Xie Xuanchen, even though she was still worried, she sighed and stopped talking.
After they went back to their bedchamber, Mu Mingtang took off her cloak and sat down on the bed, feeling inexplicably depressed. “The little Taoist said that there is no antidote for now. The most he can do is to prescribe a medicine to subdue the effects of Wuyufei to some extent. What should we do?”
“It’s okay.” Xie Xuanchen closed the window. Seeing Mu Mingtang’s serious face, he stroked her hair slowly in order to calm her down. “It doesn’t make much difference now. Don’t be afraid.”
“But…” Mu Mingtang looked unhappy, “I���ve been hoping to be of help for you, but in the end I couldn’t do anything.”
The moonlight entered through the window and shone on them, casting long shadows on the ground. Xie Xuanchen chuckled hearing Mu Mingtang’s words, reached out his hand and hugged her gently while stroking her hair: “There will be nothing more difficult than my past two years. You don’t need to do anything. Just you being with me here is already more effective than any medicine.”