In a small town in the Dragon Martial Kingdom, inside a room of an inn.
“Sister, has Yu’er already left here?”
Han Rushuang asked with an unmistakable look of disappointment on her face, her tone extremely dejected as she spoke to her sister standing by the window.
Ever since she and her sister received news from “Feixin Pavilion” (Note: Feixin Pavilion is an organization in Jianghu that specializes in buying and selling information) that Yu’er was in this small town, they had rushed here without stopping.
But they were still a step too late.
When they arrived at the inn where Feixin Pavilion had told them Yu’er had stayed, they learned from the innkeeper that Yu’er and a young man with a scar on his face had suddenly left four days ago and never returned.
They hadn’t even taken their luggage, which made Han Rushuang worry.
Holding the electronic watch that Yu’er used to wear on her wrist, Han Rubing became increasingly concerned about Meng Xiaoyu’s safety.
After all, it was something Yu’er always wore, except when bathing or sleeping, and now she had left it at the inn?
What had happened to her Yu’er that she left such an important item behind in a hurry?
While Han Rushuang was still pondering what might have happened to Meng Xiaoyu and whether she was in danger, Han Rubing, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up.
“Yes, that’s what the message from Feixin Pavilion said.”
Clutching the note she had read several times, Han Rubing’s tone was calm.
Once again, they had missed her.
In the two months she and her sister had been searching for the little one, they had received news of her more than once.
But each time, when they arrived at their destination with joy, they found that the little one had already left.
This time was even worse; she hadn’t even had time to take her personal belongings, and she had been missing for several days.
What’s more unbelievable is that even Feixin Pavilion, known for its extensive information network, couldn’t find out where the little one had gone.
Such a thing was laughable.
Was there really someone in Jianghu that Feixin Pavilion couldn’t find?
Unless this person had vanished into thin air.
Thinking of someone disappearing into thin air, Han Rubing’s heart tightened.
She remembered how the little one had appeared out of nowhere in front of her and her sister.
“No…
it can’t be.
How could such a thing happen?
Even the little one herself said that the chances of her going back were almost negligible.
So the little one must still be here, just in a more hidden place, which is why Feixin Pavilion hasn’t found her yet,” Han Rubing kept reassuring herself.
She couldn’t bear the thought of losing the little one.
Just the idea made her heart ache.
So no matter what, she couldn’t lose the little one.
For herself and for her sister, she had to find the little one and keep her by her side forever.
And whoever dared to take the little one, she wouldn’t let them off easily.
Whether it was the Linglong Thief or anyone else, anyone who dared to touch Han Rubing’s people wouldn’t have it easy.
At the bottom of Juexin Cliff, after following the woman in yellow day and night back to her Qingzhu Courtyard, the medicine slave carried the still-unconscious Ling Yuer into one of the bamboo huts.
Meanwhile, Meng Xiaoyu followed the woman in yellow to another bamboo hut to get the medicine needed to treat Ling Yuer’s poison.
Actually, the woman in yellow could have fetched the medicine by herself.
The reason Meng Xiaoyu followed was entirely the woman in yellow’s idea.
The reason was simple: she didn’t want Meng Xiaoyu to be with Ling Yuer, even if Ling Yuer was unconscious.
As for why she didn’t want that, the woman in yellow couldn’t quite explain.
“Sister Yunhan, what are these medicines?
They look so ugly!”
Meng Xiaoyu asked curiously, picking up one of the many herbs the woman in yellow handed her.
Over the past few days at the bottom of Juexin Cliff, Meng Xiaoyu had learned that the woman in yellow was the handsome young man she had met in Fuyun City, and that the effeminate man who had been with Nangong Yunhan was actually the sixth princess of the Dragon Martial Kingdom and Nangong Yunhan’s cousin.
When she first heard this news, Meng Xiaoyu was a bit shocked.
But only for a moment, as she quickly accepted it.
After all, she was a new-age person from the 21st century, and she’d seen all kinds of melodramatic plots on TV, so this kind of thing didn’t surprise her for long.
“Poison,” Nangong Yunhan said flatly, still searching the medicine shelf for the herbs she needed, after hearing Meng Xiaoyu’s question.
“Poison?”
Meng Xiaoyu almost dropped the herbs she was holding when she heard the word poison.
But the next second, she figured it out.
In the martial arts novels she used to read, doctors often used a method of fighting poison with poison to treat patients.
Thinking of this, Meng Xiaoyu asked, “Is it to fight poison with poison?”
Clearly, this question was silly, and Meng Xiaoyu regretted it as soon as she said it.
If it wasn’t to fight poison with poison, then why would she need these herbs?
“Yes,” Nangong Yunhan replied softly, not finding Meng Xiaoyu’s question silly at all.
She added, “You’re smart.
Hearing that these are poisons, you guessed that I would use the method of fighting poison with poison to treat your friend.”
However, after hearing Nangong Yunhan’s words, Meng Xiaoyu just laughed awkwardly and thought to herself, “It’s not that I’m smart, but any 21st-century time traveler should be able to guess that!
After all, this method has been overused in martial arts novels.”
“Alright, let’s use these.
Hopefully, they’ll work,” Nangong Yunhan said, turning to Meng Xiaoyu after gathering a pile of poisonous insects and herbs.
Interrupted from her internal monologue, Meng Xiaoyu looked down to see her arms full of herbs—no, poisons.
Nangong Yunhan was also holding several wooden boxes.
Seeing this, Meng Xiaoyu couldn’t help but twitch her mouth and think, “With so many poisonous herbs, how long will Ling Yuer have to take them to finish?”
“These aren’t for her to eat; they have another use,” Nangong Yunhan explained, seemingly reading Meng Xiaoyu’s thoughts.
“Huh?
Then what are they for?”
Meng Xiaoyu asked curiously.
“You’ll find out soon,” Nangong Yunhan replied with a mysterious smile.
Without waiting for Meng Xiaoyu to say anything else, she turned and left the bamboo hut.
Seeing Nangong Yunhan leave, Meng Xiaoyu quickly followed.
Although she was eager to know what the poisonous herbs were for, since Nangong Yunhan didn’t say, she didn’t ask.
She’d find out soon enough, right?
Half an hour later…
“This is what you meant by another use?”
Meng Xiaoyu asked, pointing at the enormous stove in front of her with a face full of black lines.
On the stove was a huge iron pot, boiling the poisonous herbs they had gathered earlier.
Above the pot was a large steamer, inside which lay the still-unconscious Ling Yuer.
“Yes, this is the Steaming Bone Method, invented by my master,” Nangong Yunhan replied, tending to the fire under the stove.
“…Your master is really a doctor and not a chef?”
Meng Xiaoyu’s expression was beyond black lines; it was utterly dumbfounded.
“I’m sure, and my master has cured many people with this method,” Nangong Yunhan said seriously, responding to Meng Xiaoyu’s skepticism.
“…Alright, I was ignorant,” Meng Xiaoyu conceded, seeing Nangong Yunhan’s serious expression.
But she couldn’t help but internally rant, “What kind of eccentric person could come up with such a bizarre treatment method?
Putting someone in a steamer like a bun to cure them?
How did they even think of that?
Ugh!”
“Um…
are you sure you won’t cook her?”
Despite her internal ranting, Meng Xiaoyu was genuinely concerned about Ling Yuer.
She was really afraid that Nangong Yunhan might accidentally steam Ling Yuer.
Watching the roaring fire under the stove, Meng Xiaoyu couldn’t help but feel anxious.
“Hehe, don’t worry.
These woods have been soaked in special medicinal herbs.
Although the fire looks big, it doesn’t actually produce much heat.
Plus, there are large gaps around the steamer to dissipate most of the heat,” Nangong Yunhan explained with a light laugh, seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s concern.
