Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 714: Bold Xiao Li Bullies the Weak and Powerless Ice Block

Little Li lunged forward, reaching the kitchen entrance in what seemed like a mere instant.

However, his speed was still insufficient.

Upon entering, he discovered Ying Bing with a spoon in hand, her brow slightly furrowed as she sampled the contents.

"Ice block, hurry, spit it out!"

Li Mo, who had just consumed an entire pot himself, was struck with terror. He charged toward her frantically, squeezing her crimson lips into an 'O' shape as he desperately tried to retrieve whatever she had swallowed.

Regrettably, just as before, his efforts were in vain.

"Did you actually swallow it all?!"

"You ate it too, and a whole pot at that, cough..."

Before Ying Bing could finish her sentence, her speech was cut off by a finger urgently probing toward her throat.

She tilted her head to evade him, her lips pursed.

"Stop messing around, that feels strange."

"Hurry and spit it out, this is no joke. Do you feel unwell now?"

"No... hmm? Li Mo, have you learned a new divine ability?"

The moment Ying Bing spoke, a shiver ran through her—her body temperature was beginning to spike.

"I haven't learned anything," Li Mo answered, quickly searching through his storage artifact for a Five Aspects Purple Spirit Pill.

"Then why do you have three heads?"

"What three heads? It's clearly two... Huh?!"

Little Li snapped his gaze upward.

The Frost Immortal’s pale face was now flushed a deep rose, her eyes swirling with confusion and a hazy mist, resembling an autumn pond shrouded in fog. She looked... rather dim-witted.

It might have been unkind to think so.

Yet, seeing the typically cold and sharp ice block in such a dazed, vulnerable, and silly state, Li Mo’s immediate thought was actually, 'Damn, she’s really cute.'

"Ouch..." Ying Bing groaned, clutching her stomach as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

She slumped into the arms of the three-headed Little Li, and her consciousness faded into darkness.

.......

The Empress Palace Master had not experienced a dream in a very long time.

This particular dream was exceptionally bizarre. The world had become a chaotic blur of colors, with everything twisting and stretching as if reality had transformed into a kaleidoscope.

She had no recollection of being ensnared by any powerful illusion array.

Oh, that's right.

She had consumed the concoction she prepared herself.

Through her stupor, she felt a pill being placed in her mouth, its sensation cool and refreshing. Gradually, the muffled noises nearby sharpened into a very familiar voice.

"How is Little Bing'er? With the wedding approaching, what are we to do?"

It was the voice of Aunt Gu.

Then, Xue Jing spoke up:

"Little Bing'er possesses a unique constitution, so this isn't a major issue. She will recover naturally after a short period. Little Mo acted quickly by giving her the Five Aspects Purple Spirit Pill, which will speed up her recovery significantly. Just keep a close eye on her over the next few days and let her rest quietly with some Qi-tonifying and spirit-nourishing medicine."

"I'll take good care of her."

This was the voice that brought the ice block the most peace.

Xue Jing asked with a hint of curiosity, "What exactly did Little Bing'er eat?"

"She cooked a meal herself," Li Mo replied, his voice laced with helplessness.

A heavy silence filled the room for a moment.

Xue Jing immediately turned down the offer to stay for dinner, left a prescription for a spirit-nourishing decoction, and hurried away as if fleeing from a great terror.

Li Dalong and Gu Xueqin traded looks and decided to go prepare the herbal medicine first.

"Dad, find a place to bury that pot. Make sure it's hidden, and dig the hole deep."

After he spoke, the room grew quiet. Ying Bing then felt a warm palm rest against her forehead.

"Such a high fever."

Li Mo frowned.

"So cold."

Ying Bing felt completely drained of strength. Simply trying to crack her eyes open and utter a single sentence required as much effort as Li Mo would need to eat baby food.

As everyone was aware, the ice block was usually a distant, aloof immortal. While she wasn't like that with Li Mo, she always maintained a sharp and composed air.

Unless extreme circumstances arose, she typically acted as the protective elder sister to Little Li. Her internal resolve seemed far more powerful than her Cultivation level.

Witnessing her in this frail, sickly state was a genuine first.

Initially, Li Mo had been consumed by worry. Now that he knew she was out of danger, he found her simultaneously pitiable and endearing.

"Then I'll find a way to warm you up."

"Mhm."

Ying Bing nodded without thinking.

Li Mo pulled back the quilt, climbed onto the bed, and pulled her into a full embrace.

Ying Bing: "?"

"Just tell me, is it warm or not? Who could possibly be warmer than me?" Little Li declared with total confidence.

With her mind spinning and her vision distorted like a funhouse mirror, the ice block couldn't find the strength to argue. It was indeed very warm—a comforting heat that was easy to sink into.

"It clearly didn't taste good."

"Is the ice block having a sentimental moment?" Li Mo teased, throwing her own past words back at her.

"Hmph..."

Ying Bing turned her head away, her lips pouting in a sulk, refusing to meet his gaze.

This sort of aggrieved look was something rarely seen on the ice block's face.

Perhaps it wasn't just the sickness and the vertigo. She had, after all, endured much worse wounds in her previous life.

It was simply that, in this moment, there was no longer a need to pretend to be invincible.

"Calling it 'good' might be a bit much, but I liked it. Look, didn't I just break through a realm because of it? Many people suffer far more trying to advance their Cultivation and still fail."

Li Mo adopted an exaggerated expression:

"And just think, a meal personally prepared by the Frost Immortal—how many people would gamble their lives for just one bite, yet never get the chance?"

"Not true... I won't be cooking for anyone else in the future."

"Of course not. After all, the Frost Immortal belongs to my family. Outsiders wouldn't even get past the front door."

Li Mo brushed the hair away from her ear, speaking with righteous conviction.

"My head feels even fuzzier now."

Ying Bing’s lashes trembled slightly at his declaration, her eyes growing misty.

"Could there be lingering side effects?"

Li Mo grew anxious again and activated his Heavenly Destiny Divine Eye to inspect her. He saw no other ailments; she simply looked... a bit slow.

"Nothing serious. You just still have a slight fever, exactly as Elder Xue mentioned."

"You know how to diagnose illnesses as well?"

"I know a bit. If you want a quick recovery, an injection will do the trick. One shot and the fever will vanish."

"Injection?"

Ying Bing was only familiar with acupuncture. She assumed an injection was a similar sort of treatment.

She was about to mention that she also knew some martial techniques involving needles, but before she could speak, she knitted her brows and let out a soft, sharp breath.

"What's wrong?"

"My mouth hurts. I think a blister has formed."

"Let me see."

Little Li said with a stone-cold serious face as he took her chin in his hand.