365: Chapter 230: The Nature of Red Dust Powder_2 365: Chapter 230: The Nature of Red Dust Powder_2 In such a situation, if it were elsewhere, Pei Jing might still be able to bully others with his power, but here, this was Zheng Mansion during Old Lady Zheng’s birthday celebration.
If this incident were to escalate, even if Ran Yan were to lose her composure in front of everyone due to the Red Dust Powder, and people traced it back to him, it would be very bad.
“Forget it,” Pei Jing said reluctantly.
Ran Yan didn’t say another word and stood up to walk outside.
If she had any strength to run at the mont, she would have pretended to be shafully annoyed and rushed out of the room when she slapped Pei Jing.
Upon leaving the room, the slightly cold air outside helped her regain so reason, and she prayed she wouldn’t encounter any more mishaps on her way out, or she would truly lose her composure!
Ran Yan covered her mouth and nose with an embroidered handkerchief and hurried forward.
Although there were people coming and going, most were strangers; occasionally, she saw so drunken individuals.
She left the Zheng Mansion without incident, and the gentleman helped Ran Yunsheng into the carriage.
Just as Ran Yan was about to board, he hurriedly said, “I am Cheng Huaibi.”
Ran Yan turned her head and nodded slightly in his direction, “Thank you, Mr.
Cheng.”
Under normal circumstances, she might have said a few more words of gratitude, but at the mont her mind was fuzzy, and there was a strange feeling stirring within her body that made her powerless.
Ran Yan gritted her teeth in hatred.
The slap she had given Pei Jing had been laced with poison, at least venting so of her anger.
Her mind was growing increasingly blurred, and she couldn’t afford to think too much for the mont.
The aphrodisiac has a hundred percent lethality to those who have tasted its effects.
However, not only had Ran Yan never tasted the pleasures of passion, but she was also quite dull to psychological feelings in this regard, in addition to having dicine with her that could clear her mind and provide insight.
In principle, the dicine she carried should be able to counteract sedatives and aphrodisiacs, but she hadn’t expected the Red Dust Powder to be so potent.
Ran Yan slumped in the carriage, reaching to untie the veil that was tied around Ran Yunsheng’s waist.
The room was rely a tearoom, devoid of any useful objects.
Fortunately, she had this item with her and managed a makeshift treatnt for Ran Yunsheng’s condition, or else they really would have been unable to resolve the situation.
Ran Yan’s hands trembled as she poured herself a cup of tea.
With a drug like this, there really isn’t any good redy.
You either find a man, or you drink lots of water, soak in ice water.
The tea in the carriage had already cooled, bringing a comforting chill down her esophagus to her stomach.
Ran Yan began to pour the water continually.
But the pot of tea was finite, and soon it was completely empty.
Ran Yan sighed and looked at Ran Yunsheng, who she had drugged into unconsciousness.
If it were not necessary for one of them to remain awake, she truly wished she could just numb her own senses completely!
The sound of carriage wheels rumbled.
Ran Yan leaned against the carriage wall, opening the curtains a bit more to breathe in the cool air from outside.
But as ti went on, she found herself increasingly unable to control herself, her mouth parched, her breathing heavy, and involuntary images of n and won in intimate acts started to fill her mind.
Ran Yan tugged at her collar, bitterly amused.
She had long suspected she was asexual, but if she were to die of unfulfilled desires, it would indeed be a cruel twist of fate!
She squinted her eyes, forcing herself to think of sothing else, but suddenly, the image of Su Fu naked in Yingi Temple appeared before her.
Instantly, the repressed flas within her blazed to life.
She began to feel an inexplicable anxiety and restlessness, so uncomfortable she almost wanted to cry.
Biting her tongue tip until her mouth was full of the taste of blood, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, but it did nothing; she felt her nerve endings go numb.
It felt like ten long years before the carriage finally ca to a slow stop.
Ran Yan steadied her voice and asked, “Are we there?”
The coachman replied, “Lady, we’re at the Inner Gate now.”
Ran Yan straightened her clothes and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her lips.
Afterward, she realized she simply did not have the strength to get up, “Notify Er Dong and Qian Xue to co and receive brother number ten.”
Er Dong and Qian Xue were actually servants prepared by Ran Pingyu for him.
Although Yunsheng had never touched them, given the circumstances, they couldn’t afford to fall ill from being pent up.
As if hearing the coachman leave, Ran Yan took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured the antidote into Yunsheng’s mouth.
Fortunately, the Ran residence was not large.
In no ti, Er Dong and Qian Xue hastily arrived, accompanied by Ge Lan and Wan Lu.
Through the gap in the curtain, Ran Yan saw them and her eyes unexpectedly moistened.
“Wife?” Wan Lu climbed onto the carriage, lifted the curtain, and saw Ran Yan with flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair.
Her eyes, usually as still as dead water, seed to contain pools of autumn water, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing delicate white teeth.
Wan Lu was montarily stunned and asked anxiously, “What’s wrong with you, Madam?”
Following that, Er Dong also got on the carriage and was startled by Ran Yan’s appearance.
Ran Yan’s vision was blurry, but upon seeing Er Dong’s silhouette, she rallied her spirits and said, “Er Dong, I… and brother number ten unwittingly fell into soone else’s trap and were drugged with an aphrodisiac.
Take good care of him for .”
Er Dong’s face turned a mixture of colors, as if she had spilled a jar of paint, and with a complicated expression that eventually turned into blushing, she responded with a “Yes.”
Wan Lu was utterly shocked, but she busily helped Ran Yan tidy her hair and, along with Ge Lan, helped her out of the carriage.
Ran Yan had no strength in her legs and was almost entirely carried back to her quarters by Ge Lan and Wan Lu.
Ran Yan knew she had made it back and stopped forcing herself to endure.
She let out soft, broken moans from between her lips, but she ultimately still subconsciously retained a shred of rationality, not revealing any shaful postures.
“What do we do, what do we do?” Wan Lu was frantically pacing, and said to Ge Lan, “I’m going to find Madam Xing!
You stay with Lady Yan.”
Wan Lu scurried out in a puff of smoke.
Ge Lan was also perplexed; this was not an issue she could resolve, no matter how clever she was.
So, all she could do was to get water for Ran Yan to drink.
Madam Xing hurried over and, upon seeing Ran Yan’s state, quickly said, “Go and ask for ice from Madam Qian!”
“How much should I get?” asked Wan Lu in a flustered manner?
Madam Xing patted her hand and said, “Two basins should be enough.
Don’t panic, we can’t let word get out.
Secretly tell this to Madam Qian only, to others just say the Lady is drunk.”
Wan Lu nodded, took a deep breath, and quickly walked out.(To be continued.
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