Your Majesty - Chapter 44
Nan Yi pushed her away, his expression returning to its calm and cold tone: "You cannot go back until the mission is completed."
“Aunt Rong is lying in a hospital bed! I’m so worried about her!” Pang Wan said anxiously, shaking Nan Yi’s shoulders with both hands. “Such a big thing happened, the sect must be short-staffed right now. Can’t I put my mission aside for now?”
Nan Yi glanced at her restless hands, pursed his lips in displeasure, and said, "Who do you think you are? What help can you be when we get back?"
Then his face fell, and his voice grew colder and more somber: "Our Moon Worship Sect does not accept those who give up halfway! If you return empty-handed, you are nothing but a coward! When you get back, your father will dismiss you from your post!"
Just as Pang Wan was about to say that she didn't care about the title of Holy Maiden, she heard the Southern Barbarian say again: "The fate of a good-for-nothing is to be disemboweled, have his hands and feet cut off, and be thrown into a Gu to feed poisonous snakes and insects!"
He shuddered and swallowed all the grand pronouncements about "putting fame and fortune aside" that had been swirling in his mind.
"You don't need to worry about things within the sect; I have my own plans." Nan Yi frowned as he saw her timid and troubled expression.
"So, did you come down the mountain this time to seek revenge?" Pang Wan seemed preoccupied. "Do you have any leads on those who killed Miss Mei?"
"Clues? There are some, of course." A shadow flashed quickly across Nan Yi's eyes.
"But that's not enough yet. Once I find out everything, I'll make them pay for their crimes in blood."
His face was ashen, and his whole body emanated a menacing aura, like a wild beast ready to tear its opponent to shreds.
"Am I... any help?" Pang Wan stared at him.
Turning his head to meet a pair of worried almond-shaped eyes, Nan Yi's tense expression gradually eased.
"I'll handle my own affairs." His voice was slightly hoarse. "You should take care of yourself first!"
"Then... what should I do now?" Pang Wan was a little unsure of what to do. She looked at Nan Yi with hopeful eyes, hoping that this most outstanding young master of the Demonic Sect in the past hundred years would point her to a bright future.
"Ask me what to do?" Nan Yi raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Aren't you quite capable? You're highly regarded by Gu Xiju and have become his confidant. He even asks you for help with something as simple as healing Bai Xiaosheng!"
Pang Wan recalled the special treatment Gu Xiju had always given her, scratched her head and chuckled—it seemed that was indeed the case.
"If you ask me, you shouldn't stay here any longer." Nan Yi glared at her. "Hurry up and take that jade dragon token back to report. You can take care of your Aunt Rong then."
Pang Wan, thinking about Aunt Rong's injury, nodded vigorously like a pestle pounding garlic.
Suddenly, another question came to her mind, and she looked up curiously: "Brother Nanyi, what is Blood Tyrant? I heard it's a monster cultivated by the Moon Worship Cult, but I've never heard of it or seen it before?"
The southern barbarian paused for a moment, his expression blank.
"Yes, there is such a thing." He lowered his eyelashes slightly and answered casually, "Father just brought it down from the mountain a month ago."
"What kind of monster is so powerful?" Pang Wan's mouth hung open in astonishment. "I heard that Blood Tyrant not only knows how to use poison, but also absorbs people's internal energy and rips out their flesh! How incredibly fierce!"
The southern barbarian's brows furrowed deeply.
"It's just a zombie," he said casually after a moment.
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Nan Yi, posing as a divine physician, settled down at Gu Xi Ju's mountain villa.
Although Bai Xiaosheng's condition was stable, he remained in a coma. Gu Xiju was busy investigating Xue Ba and had less and less time to attend to him, essentially entrusting the management to Nan Yi. Thus, Pang Wan's role became that of the divine physician's special assistant, helping him with his treatments each day.
Of course, due to her secret relationship with the Southern Barbarians, the Southern Barbarians allowed her to take leave to handle private matters, so Pang Wan still visited the He residence three out of seven days.
As for why the Southern Barbarians impersonated people from Medicine King Valley, and why they went to the trouble of treating Bai Xiaosheng, Pang Wan had no answers.
Zuo Nanyi was a very stubborn person; if he didn't want to talk about something, no one could find out no matter what they tried.
--well.
Pang Wan gazed at the distant lotus pond and sighed softly.
—Tsk tsk, here we go again.
He Qinglu frowned as she looked at the girl by the window, who was resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly into space.
The little girl sighed twenty-three times in just half an hour, seriously affecting his normal research. Always a quiet person, he could no longer tolerate this disruptive behavior—ostensibly for observation but actually a nuisance—and he was about to lose his temper.
Jin Buyao said, "You've been so distracted in class these past few days. Has something happened at home?"
As a well-educated scion of a prominent family, he cleared his throat and tried to speak in a nonchalant tone.
In all honesty, Jin Buyao made him ask that question, and although he didn't want to know the answer at all, he really didn't know what to say to her right now.
"Huh?" Pang Wan came back to her senses, her eyes glazed over.
"I just asked you, you've been so distracted in class these past few days, is something wrong at home?" He Qinglu almost cheered for his own good temper—he actually condescended to repeat the question!
"No, no," Pang Wan replied hastily, her expression betraying a frantic demeanor that even she couldn't fool.
He Qinglu squeezed out a beautiful "川" character between her eyebrows.
"If it's about payment, I'll allow you to delay for another three months."
He bestowed the gift with an arrogant, compassionate tone—the only thing that could trouble such a stupid and foolish girl is probably money! Five thousand taels of silver was nothing to him; in just three more months, the recipe for the Flame Needle should be ready.
The girl by the window choked on her saliva and coughed twice.
"Reward? Oh right, there's still a reward that hasn't been paid."
She looked at him with a pained expression, touched her nose, and said, "Just wait a bit, I'll definitely give it to you in three months." By then, Gu Xiju's payment should have been received.
"Could it be that this isn't what's troubling you?" He Qinglu raised an eyebrow—could this silly girl's limited brain possibly hold anything other than money and becoming beautiful?
well!