Translator: _Min_
It was a clear lack of awareness.
Feeling as if she had been struck by an unexpected blow, Lin Wansu’s lips lost all their color, leaving her pale and bloodless, “Uncle, I—I’m so sorry!”
She hurried out of the private room, her face deathly pale and her ears ringing. What is happening?
Lin Jihuan being a fan of Si Fuqing was one thing, but why were Lin Bojian and Lin Qingchen, father and son, showing such profound respect towards Si Fuqing?
Lin Wansu recalled a recent news story about Zuo Xianyu stealing Si Fuqing’s project proposal. Could it be that the proposal was ant for the Lin family? But how did Si Fuqing co into contact with the Lin family?
Lin Wansu was utterly baffled, feeling an unprecedented tornt as her vision began to blur.
She stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Xu Jianian, with keen eyes, promptly supported her, “Susu, are you alright? You look pale. Did you see sothing unsettling?”
“It’s nothing,” Lin Wansu regained her composure and managed a weak smile. “I accidentally wandered into the kitchen just now and saw a pig being slaughtered. It scared .”
Xu Jianian nodded, not suspecting a thing, “Let’s go sit over there.” anwhile, other families also made their entrance.
The situation of the Ji family was well known among the elites of Sijiu City.
One daughter was sent to the Thousand Army Alliance, the other kept secluded at ho.
Their only commonality was their absence from the public eye.
Yet, the na Ji Qingwei carried a significant reputation. Skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she was frail in health but not in ability.
The mystery surrounding her, never having appeared in public, only fueled everyone’s curiosity.
Mrs. Ji had to take care of Ji Qingwei, so, as usual, only the Ji family’s butler ca with generous gifts.
Yu Yao personally went out to greet him.
Ji Qingwei was the only one from the Ji family that mattered to him, “I’ve been busy these past few days and haven’t had a chance to visit Qingwei. How is
“The young miss’s health remains poor,” the butler sighed. “It’s all due to that incident from years ago, leaving her with lingering ailnts. To fully cure her, given the current state of dical science, is difficult.”
Yu Yao’s lips tightened.
He was well aware of the reason behind Ji Qingwei’s deteriorating health, and he blad himself for it
Even the few top dical experts in the world could only alleviate Ji Qingwei’s condition, not cure it completely.
But the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand was different.
The dical skills of the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand were unpredictable, and no one knew where the skills were learned.
The techniques seed not to belong to any known dical category.
Yet, in “Eternity,” who didn’t know of the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand’s capricious nature?
Even with a substantial offer, it was difficult to convince the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand to treat the illness.
But if one were lucky enough to encounter the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand in a good mood, fortunes might change.
That had been his experience.
Players could hardly compare to the dangers posed by NPCs.
Especially those of the level of the Master of the Ghost Valley.
Yet, the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand was among those exceptions.
There were even bets on whether the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand could defeat the Master of the Ghost Valley if they ever clashed.
“Don’t worry too much,” Yu Yao offered words of comfort. “I will find a way to cure Qingwei.”
“Thank you, Young Master Yu,” the butler smiled. “It’s good that the young miss has you. Otherwise, she would be so lonely, without even a peer to talk to.”
Yu Yao nodded, “When I last visited her, she was organizing threads. Has she started embroidering again?”
“Yes, she’s embroidering,” the butler replied happily. “She’s working on a
‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains’ piece for the Heaven Earth
Alliance—”
He suddenly stopped speaking and his gaze fixed on sothing..
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