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The days of ancient times were indeed somewhat dull.
Chou'er had to rise before dawn every day to assist the young master with his washing and meals, and then follow him to the study, just like today.
Before they even reached the study, she spotted Fang Yanting in white robes, accompanied by the book boy A Qing. Chou'er’s eyes lit up, and she dashed forward, intending to greet him warmly and perhaps gather some information about the incident of the day before when someone fell into the water. However, she was yanked back sharply by the young master’s “Nine Yin White Bone Claw.”
“Go, fetch me a prescription for cooling medicine from Hui Chun Medical Hall!” he commanded, dragging Fang Yanting away without giving her a chance to speak.
How was she supposed to investigate the water incident now? Chou'er felt helpless, her heart filled with frustration as she hurried off to the medical hall.
Hui Chun Medical Hall was bustling with business. While waiting for her medicine, Chou'er noticed a dozen people coming in and out.
Among them was a guest wearing a veil hat and coarse blue clothing, yet he was respectfully greeted by the servants who bowed low as he entered. It looked rather odd.
However, Chou'er was not one to be overly curious; she collected her medicine and turned to head back.
The journey from the medical hall to the study was quite long, winding through several narrow alleys along the way.
Halfway through her return, two ruffians set their sights on Chou'er.
She deliberately tilted her hands back, letting the medicine package dangle behind her so they could clearly see the name on it: Ling Lansheng.
In this city, who wouldn’t know the young master’s name? It was impossible! Even the butler had mentioned how handsome and talented he was, with a fortune that made him well-known throughout the city since he was fifteen—a dream figure for countless young ladies and matrons.
The word “covet” perfectly reflected the pride that everyone in the Ling Family felt for their master.
Moreover, he truly lived up to his reputation as a charming talent. From sixteen to nineteen, he spent his days indulging in pleasure houses and living recklessly until he finally settled down at twenty—three years ago.
When Chou'er heard this back then, she wanted to pierce her own ears. What was there to be proud of? Just because he had good looks and lived a flirtatious life?
One had to be careful; if one indulged too much in youth, they would find themselves unable to keep up when older!
However, at this moment, the young master’s “flirtatiousness” seemed to have some effect. The two ruffians hesitated upon seeing the name on the medicine package.
Before Chou'er could feel any joy, the two men caught up with her, flanking her on either side and forcibly dragging her toward the Moat.
Chou'er's heart raced, nearly leaping out of her throat.
The southern part of the city was already desolate, and with the cold weather, there were hardly any passersby on the road—an ideal place for murder and disposal of bodies.
The cold wind howled as the figure in the Coarse Cloth Blue Robe stood by the Moat, his white gauze hat fluttering in the breeze. It turned out that these two ruffians had been hired by him.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Chou'er mustered her courage to shout, though her legs had long since turned to jelly and cold sweat poured down her face—she just refused to admit it.
The man in the coarse blue robe remained silent, suddenly drawing his sword and leaping into the air, swinging it down from above.
The speed was too fast; Chou'er could only raise her medicine pouch to block the sword.
With a "slash," the paper pouch instantly tore apart.
"Damn! This isn’t a remedy for heat; it’s clearly Wushi San!" Chou'er exclaimed, both shocked and angry.
The powder scattered all over her face and into her eyes, causing tears to flow uncontrollably. She dared not rub them, as the acrid smell of sulfur made her cough incessantly.
The man did not continue his attack but instead asked sharply, "Have you really forgotten everything?"
"Huh?" Chou'er was taken aback. "Does he know me?"
"Forget who I am is one thing, but to still recognize your murderer as your master? You really are foolish!"
"You’re the fool! Your whole family is foolish!" Angered, Chou'er shouted back at him, her face covered in medicine powder. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is—your young master is the one who pushed you into the river." With that, he vanished in a flash.
Chou'er rushed to the riverbank, hastily washing her face with water to remove the medicine powder. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she rinsed her eyes before hurrying toward the study.
At the entrance of the study, she ran into Fang Yanting.
Seeing her red eyes, Fang Yanting hurriedly asked a few concerned questions.
Just then, the young master came out.
"Where's the medicine?" The young master's brow was tightly furrowed.
"It was stolen on the way," Chou'er said softly, her head lowered.
"Stolen? Are you trying to kill me? Without that medicine, I will die!" The young master was so angry that his face turned red, and he pushed her down to the ground forcefully.
Fang Yanting quickly stepped forward to intervene, and only then did the young master manage to suppress his anger.
However, once they returned to Ling Mansion, the young master locked her in the woodshed and ordered that she not be given food for two days.
"Come on, if you're going to punish me, at least be a bit more creative! Instead of tying me to a post, how about having a few handsome men perform a striptease in front of me? That would be a much more effective punishment. Starving is just child's play."
Chou'er grumbled while waiting.
In truth, she had a secret that no one knew except for herself: she had an accomplice who would always appear whenever she was punished.
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