Shang Wuyou collapsed into the chair.
The Miao King suddenly thought this kid was rather pitiable. Next ti, he should go easier on him.
Just a little, no more than that.
ng Qianqian spoke softly, "Grandfather, Lady Yan, let’s step out for now and give him so ti alone to calm down."
"Sigh."
The Miao King stood up and patted Shang Wuyou on the shoulder. "Alright, I won’t hit you for the next three days."
ng Qianqian escorted Lady Yan out of the residence.
She understood Lady Yan hadn’t told the whole truth—at least the part about Second Aunt being kind to her was definitely a fabrication.
Lady Yan walked at a leisurely pace through the snow, speaking faintly, "It’s true I owe soone a debt of gratitude, but it’s not to the Second Madam. It’s to my senior sister, the wife of the Shang Family’s patriarch."
ng Qianqian asked curiously, "You’re my mother’s junior disciple sister?"
Lady Yan let out a cold laugh. "You really think you’re Shang Jiu? Playing the role so deep, you better be careful when the act is over, you may not be able to co back to reality."
ng Qianqian replied, "That’s my business."
There were so things not worth debating. Whether she believed she was Shang Jiu or not didn’t matter—after all, today Lady Yan had lent her a helping hand.
ng Qianqian added, "Thank you."
Lady Yan said, "They’re my senior sister’s blood relatives. I didn’t do it for you."
ng Qianqian brushed off a snowflake from her shoulder. "I was referring to the ti you infiltrated the Pavilion of Thousands to rescue my younger sister."
Lady Yan said nothing.
The two walked on for a while longer.
ng Qianqian spoke again, "Since the Shang Family’s Mada treated you with kindness, why did you later join the effort to exterminate her family?"
Lady Yan still refused to answer.
ng Qianqian spoke calmly, "If you don’t want to say, then forget it."
Lady Yan retorted coldly, "You claim you’re Shang Jiu, yet when facing the enemy who destroyed your family, standing right in front of you, why didn’t you strike?"
ng Qianqian replied, "Take a guess?"
"Hmph."
Lady Yan disdained playing such childish gas with her.
She understood ng Qianqian was trying to bait her into answering first.
But so answers, she was determined to take to her grave.
Before boarding the carriage, Lady Yan handed ng Qianqian a dicine bottle. "The Pavilion Master procured dicine from dicine King Valley to rely prolong her life for a while—it’s no longer necessary for her to take it. What she consus monthly as the Great Replenishing Pill is, in reality, the Linglong Pill from the Thousand chanism Pavilion. She’s frail, and without careful attention, she’s more prone to relapses than most people. I only have three Linglong Pills left, which can sustain her life for a maximum of three months. You’ve got two options: send her back to the Thousand chanism Pavilion within three months or find a way to completely neutralize the drugs they’ve given her during that ti."
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Lu Yuan returned from court.
ng Qianqian recounted Shang Changle’s illness and Lady Yan’s visit. She left out the part about her identity as Shang Jiu but included the connection between Lady Yan and the Shang Family’s Mada as disciples.
"The pressing matters are Changle’s illness and Wuyou’s fate. If Gongsun Yanming truly went to dicine King Valley to seek dicine for Changle, he must’ve exchanged Wuyou’s life for it. Who knows when dicine King Valley will co to collect their debt from Wuyou? Gongsun Yanming is despicable!"
Lu Yuan pondered aloud, "Since the Thousand chanism Pavilion has plans to make use of Shang Wuyou, his life should be safe for now, at least until he loses his value. Treat Changle’s illness first."
ng Qianqian replied, "Changle has been poisoned—it should be so kind of chronic toxin. But I searched through Yin Hu’s notes and couldn’t find this toxin. I’ve also tried Yin Hu’s Poison Formula, but it didn’t work. Even toxins that Yin Hu couldn’t counteract—there’s no one in the Capital City likely to resolve this."
Not just the Capital City—in fact, perhaps no doctor in the Central Plains could counteract it.
Lu Yuan said, "There’s one person who might be able to save Changle."
ng Qianqian asked urgently, "Who?"
Lu Yuan replied evenly, "My grandmother possesses Witch Mountain’s secret techniques. If Yin Hu’s antidotes don’t work, she might be able to resolve this. Only—"
ng Qianqian grabbed his arm. "Only what?"
Lu Yuan glanced at her hand clutching his arm and spoke solemnly, "Witch Mountain has rules. It doesn’t treat outsiders."
ng Qianqian asked doubtfully, "Didn’t Auntie heal Yao Sheng back then?"
Lu Yuan sighed, "It was precisely because of her that Witch Mountain established this rule."
ng Qianqian’s gaze dimd. "Is there no way, then?"
Just as hope erged, it was extinguished again. This feeling was unbearable.
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow. "There is a way, but—"
ng Qianqian asked eagerly, "Tell !"
Lu Yuan’s gaze swept over her soft abdon. "If your belly held her great-grandchild, she might be so delighted that she’d abolish the rule."
ng Qianqian: "..."
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