Volume One, Chapter Four: Subtlety Within Roughness

Xiao Ruoqing felt like she was going insane! That despicable wretch actually treated her like a lifeless corpse who needed to keep her eyes shut? I am not dead! I am furious! How dare you, a lowly scoundrel, steal my first kiss! You deserve to die!

"Do your eyes feel better now?" Fan Xiu asked with concern.

Xiao Ruoqing glared at Fan Xiu with an even angrier look, her eyes brimming with murderous intent—as if she wanted to pop them out herself.

"It seems they’re still not healed," Fan Xiu mused, then reached out again to gently close her eyelids.

Suddenly, a wave of helplessness washed over Xiao Ruoqing. This scoundrel didn’t just treat her like a corpse—he didn’t even regard her as a person!

"Huh?" Fan Xiu exclaimed with delight. "Finally able to close them! Damn! I really am a medical genius! I’m incredible!"

Xiao Ruoqing stared blankly at the broken temple’s beam, her heart desolate. Let it all crumble! Being emperor isn’t an unshakable destiny. Death would be a release. But before that, she would make sure to kill Fan Xiu!

"Wait a moment," Fan Xiu said animatedly. "Your wounds are serious. I know some great herbs for reducing inflammation, stopping bleeding, and swelling. I’ll be right back."

With that, he dashed out.

Not long after, Fan Xiu returned. Xiao Ruoqing coldly looked at him, noticing he carried some common wild herbs, like serrated grass and moneywort—plants utterly ignored in the Great Yin Dynasty, not even fit for pigs.

Fan Xiu cheerfully approached Xiao Ruoqing, took a sip of wine, then stuffed the herbs into his mouth and chewed vigorously. After spitting them out, he applied the mixture to her wounds.

Xiao Ruoqing’s eyes widened in disbelief. He wanted to put what he spat onto her imperial body?

She resisted inwardly, but after the herbs were applied, she suddenly felt a strange sensation. Her wounds, which had been sharp and crawling as if ants were biting, lessened in pain and itching, replaced by a soothing coolness that was surprisingly comforting.

She looked at Fan Xiu in astonishment. This scoundrel actually knew something about herbal medicine?

Although the Great Yin Dynasty had herbal remedies, most were precious and rare, with little study or application of common roadside weeds. Could she have misjudged him? Was he some unparalleled medical master?

If he could be brought into the capital, perhaps he might aid the development of medicine in the Great Yin.

At that moment, Fan Xiu, noticing her shocked expression, arrogantly tossed back his head, ruffled his hair, and proudly declared, "Am I impressive or what? Don’t be infatuated with me! Ha ha ha!"

Xiao Ruoqing silently turned her head back, her gaze dead and desolate, fixed once more on the temple beam.

She really was losing her mind—to think this scoundrel was a medical expert!

A wave of exhaustion swept over her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

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