Chapter 9: Infuriating Master Qin to the Point of Coughing Blood

As she finished speaking, Linglong grinned mischievously and rolled up her sleeves.

"You... you..." Qin Wang Xiangyu had never expected Linglong to openly threaten her with murder. Furious, she pointed at Linglong with a finger adorned by a ruby ring, sputtering for words but unable to utter a single sentence. Breathless and overwhelmed, she fainted on the spot.

Linglong shook her head and sighed, pointing at Qin Daofei, "You really are an unfilial son. Now that you've angered your mother to death, what are you going to do?"

"You have the nerve to say that!" Qin Daofei ground his teeth in rage.

Linglong chuckled, "Oh, Qin Manor Master, so quick to draw a line. After all, we've been married for three years—my thick skin is nothing new. But tell me, am I to enter the house, or will you build a separate villa outside to keep your golden beauty locked away? Let me be clear: if I enter the door and your mother dies from anger, you can't blame me for it."

Qin Daofei felt as though he too was about to faint from anger.

"Do you really think you deserve the phrase ‘golden house for a beauty’?" Qin Daofei’s expression didn’t waver, but his cold, indifferent tone was deeply irritating.

Linglong deliberately ignored the suffocating emotion in her chest, walked over to Qin Daofei, and teased with exaggerated winks, "Then why did you rush to kiss me just now?"

Qin Daofei spat out a mouthful of dark blood and finally collapsed in a faint.

Linglong clapped her hands and declared, "All done! Carry your manor master, the old lady, and the madam inside. Remember to call several doctors—otherwise, there won’t be enough!"

With that, Linglong headed toward the East Wing, the Linglong Pavilion, where she had once resided.

Tang Li’s lips twitched. He really couldn’t understand why the manor master had invited this calamity back.

Linglong Pavilion.

Once she was away from the crowd, Linglong dropped her playful facade and pushed open the door with a solemn air. Contrary to her expectations, the room was not abandoned; everything inside was as it had been two years ago, untouched by time.

She entered, sat before the dressing table, and gently caressed the familiar ornaments. There was not a speck of dust—someone must have been cleaning regularly.

After days of travel and toil, Linglong was exhausted. Returning to a familiar place, she felt utterly drained. She wished for nothing more than to rest, unwilling to think or remember anything.

Twilight descended.

Qin Daofei awoke in Tan Xiyin’s Melodious Pavilion. He rubbed his brow and called out in a low voice, "Tang Li!"

"Brother Daofei, you’re finally awake! I was so frightened. How did you come to be poisoned?" Tan Xiyin spoke, tears streaming down her face.

Qin Daofei coughed twice and replied calmly, "I’m fine, just encountered a few petty thieves. What time is it now?"

"It’s the hour of You. Brother Daofei, are you hungry? I’ve cooked plain porridge—it’s simmering on the stove. I’ll bring you some," Tan Xiyin said, helping him sit up.

Qin Daofei shook his head and got out of bed, speaking softly, "Where’s Mother? Is she alright?"

"She’s fine. Mistress was just overwhelmed by anger, but a little rest and she’ll recover," Tan Xiyin said, moving to support him.

Qin Daofei blocked her hand, refusing help, and said quietly, "I’ll go check on her myself, lest she start nagging again."

"Won’t you eat something? I made it myself..." Before Tan Xiyin could finish, Qin Daofei declined, "I have no appetite. Leave it simmering. If I want some later, I’ll have someone bring it. You’ve had quite a fright today—rest well."

With that, Qin Daofei strode out.

Tan Xiyin watched his hurried figure with a sense of helplessness, her eyes clouded with confusion.

"Xiao Cui, follow him. The manor master’s poison hasn’t fully cleared—you must make sure he doesn’t come to further harm."

"Yes, madam!" Xiao Cui, having received Tan Xiyin’s instructions, quickly followed after him.