While Yin Jiao suffered the plow-and-harrow punishment, Zheng Lun, who had traveled day and night without rest, also returned to Ji Province.
After returning to Ji Province, he did not dare rest for even a moment before heading straight to Su Hu's residence.
Following his orders, he first hurried to the Inner Courtyard, where Madam Su resided.
Seeing Zheng Lun arrive in such haste, the maid hurried forward and bowed.
"How is Madam?" Zheng Lun asked in a low voice, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
"Reporting to the general, Madam is still delirious today, cold one moment and feverish the next. She can barely take any medicine," the maid replied softly, her tone full of worry.
Zheng Lun said no more. He strode quickly to the bedside and gently opened the brocade box.
The antidote inside was crystal-clear, carrying a faint, refreshing spiritual aura.
He carefully took out the pills, dissolved them in warm water, and had the maid prop up the unconscious Madam Su before slowly feeding it to her bit by bit.
Less than half an incense stick's time after the medicine entered her stomach, its remarkable effects began to appear.
Madam Su's originally chaotic, weak breathing gradually steadied. The sickly flush on her face slowly faded, her tightly furrowed brows quietly relaxed, and the rise and fall of her chest became increasingly even. The sinister Turbid Qi lingering around her body also slowly dispersed, and she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Seeing that Madam Su's condition had stabilized, Zheng Lun let out a slight sigh of relief, though he did not dare relax in the slightest.
He touched the talisman in his robes, a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but it swiftly turned into resolve.
He tucked the talisman tightly against his body, composed his