Actually, the Needling Technique has always been meant to be combined with a Medicine Bath, only after which the therapeutic effects can be solidified. But Yang Ruxin didn’t mention this—she didn’t kill him with a single needle, which was already merciful of her. Therefore, she simply let him sleep.
Yang Baiyue was skeptical but had observed her skilled needling technique, which didn’t seem feigned. Coupled with the exhaustion from the procedure, he couldn’t continue to ponder and truly closed his eyes, quickly drifting into a dream.
And Dong Hang dared not let Yang Ruxin leave—who knew if, in a while, the groom might never wake up? So, he insisted on having her and Gu Yao move to a side hall.
"You’re afraid I’ll stab him to death?" Yang Ruxin glanced sideways at Dong Hang.
Dong Hang simply smiled—he wouldn’t admit such a thought even if it were true.
Yang Ruxin didn’t mind. If she wanted to leave, no one could stop her, but she had no intention of leaving. After all, getting just ten thousand taels from that waste of a father was far too little. For all those years he had never fulfilled his duty, so now she must get back what she was owed, with interest.
Two hours later, Yang Baiyue slowly awoke and indeed felt a relieving comfort all over. He lay there for another hour; although there were still sensations of hot and cold, they were not as pronounced as before, and endurance would see them pass quickly. No longer did he break out in sweat or shiver uncontrollably.
Could it be that he was cured? And this little Divine Doctor... was really a Divine Doctor? And this Divine Doctor was actually the eldest daughter he had once so despised?
Now that his physical health had improved, so had Yang Baiyue’s mind. He didn’t rush to get up. Instead, he lay there quietly, but his brain was rapidly working out how he could acknowledge this daughter again.
Of course, wanting to acknowledge his daughter wasn’t about offering love to his children. It was about seizing the secret recipe from his daughter’s hands—that was a goose that could lay golden eggs.
In the side hall, Yang Ruxin calmly drank tea, eating two oranges and two pastries as well.
Gu Yao maintained his golden silence throughout. He was a servant and naturally had to display the demeanor of one.
"Ayao, don’t be so stern, sit down and have something to eat and drink," Yang Ruxin said after glancing at Gu Yao. "That guy won’t call us over so quickly even if he wakes up."
Gu Yao looked around and noticed that none of the Dong Family members were standing guard. Only then did he sit down near Yang Ruxin, with a gossip-hungry gleam in his eyes: "Xinxin, is he really your biological father? He actually didn’t die?"
Yang Ruxin gave him a look: "That’s Yang Dani’s father, not my father, Yang Ruxin."
Gu Yao frowned, not quite understanding Yang Ruxin’s wordplay—wasn’t Yang Dani herself? But he astutely chose not to ask.
"Ayao, do you have someone at your disposal?" Yang Ruxin suddenly furrowed her brows slightly.
Gu Yao didn’t nod or shake his head; in fact, he gave tacit consent.
"Could you look into the Dong Family for me?" Yang Ruxin stroked her chin, feeling that the Dong Family was not straightforward. Otherwise, Yang Baiyue wouldn’t have gone to great lengths to become the Dong Family’s son-in-law. She didn’t believe it was a mere coincidence.
"That..." Gu Yao hesitated for a moment but then nodded, "Alright." Actually, his elder brother had already instructed him to use his resources to investigate the Dong Family and incidentally uncover the reasons behind Yang Baiyue’s faked death—but he still chose not to tell her.
Soon, footsteps could be heard from outside. Gu Yao instantly stood up, resuming his impassive, faithful retainer demeanor in the blink of an eye.