Hearing this, a faint blush spread across Qin Xin's beautiful, originally pale face. She murmured softly, "Master, Qin Xin hasn't thought about those matters. Qin Xin only wishes to remain by your side forever."
Feng Jiu chuckled softly. "If you marry Fan Lin, you'll still be by my side. It's not as if you're being sent far away." As she spoke, a silver needle pierced the acupoint on Qinxin's back. "There's stagnant blood within you. I'll use the silver needle to disperse it before treating you. That way, you'll recover more quickly."
Cold sweat beaded on Qin Xin's forehead. The moment the silver needle pierced the acupoint, a bone-piercing, wrenching pain surged through her, tinged with a faint numbing sensation. Unconsciously, she bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to endure the agony.
