Before Suixing was bound to the system, she was a pitifully delicate oleander. Both her flower sap and pollen were poisonous, and those who admired her would always become infatuated, wishing to bury their bones in her roots.
She enjoyed being gazed at by their greedy, fervent eyes and felt nothing was wrong with her.
Until the system told her: “You’re just cannon fodder in this world, you’ll be crushed into dust by the Female Lead’s halo!”
“Then what should I do?” The stunningly beautiful woman bit her lip lightly, her lovely eyes filled with shyness and apprehension.
The system was so mesmerized by her that it became flustered: “I, I can take you to other worlds! Coincidentally, we’ve recently received complaints that several Male Leads in book worlds have gone abnormally insane, and we need to rescue the Female Leads!”
Suixing’s eyes brightened slightly: “Can I go?”
System: “Of course you can! I’ll take you now!”
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Outside the medical hall.
“That carriage has been parked outside for almost an hour, why hasn’t anyone come in yet?”
“Quiet, quiet, didn’t you see those are three Ferghana horses, which only royalty is qualified to use? The person inside… tsk tsk.”
“Indeed, the gold trim on the carriage roof is real gold! This noble must be here for Master to treat, how could he look at us apprentices?”
“…”
The chattering voices woke Ye Wan'er, who was behind the counter.
Ye Wan'er suddenly stood up, staring at her rough hands in disbelief, her pupils constricted.
She, she was back?!
Who would have thought that one second she was throwing fresh lychees in the Golden Palace, with all the palace staff kowtowing and apologizing, and the next second she was back to her youth as an apprentice in the medical hall!
In her previous life, it was on this very day that she met Rong Huai in the medical hall.
The man was dressed in white, with peerless looks, but a hint of illness lingered between his brows. She thought he was just an ordinary young master and spoke to him rather impolitely and without deference.
Only after being forcibly taken into the palace did she realize this man was Emperor Rong Huai, whom people in the market spoke of with dread!
Rong Huai imprisoned her in the name of love. Knowing she loved to study medicine, he invited the divine physician Mei Ruxue to teach her personally. Seeing her hands become rough from gathering and grinding herbs, he even hired over twenty palace servants to attend to her day and night…
But what did that matter? She was tired of the cage built of gold and jewels; she wanted to experience the mundane world in the common streets.
Moreover, Rong Huai—Rong Huai was simply a tyrant!
More than once, she smelled a heavy scent of blood on him, a smell so strong it made her want to vomit! The more she wanted to distance herself, the angrier Rong Huai became, and gradually, she couldn't even leave the Golden Palace for a single step!
Rong Huai even sent hidden guards to watch over her.
Ye Wan'er truly couldn't get used to life in the palace and begged the hidden guards to help her escape.
Finally, the hidden guard brother was persuaded by her. That night, the torches of the pursuers almost set the entire city ablaze…
The hidden guard was shot dead by Rong Huai with an arrow, and Ye Wan'er, consumed by grief, accidentally fell from the city wall.
Then, she was reborn.
Thinking of the loyal and silent hidden guard, Ye Wan'er’s eyes became resolute—
In this life, not only would she escape the devil’s clutches herself, but she would also save the hidden guard brother! Such a good person should not become Rong Huai’s killing weapon!
She knew the person in the carriage outside was Rong Huai! At this moment, Rong Huai was still very weak due to the lingering poison in his body!
Thanks to her previous life, she had learned medical skills from Mei Ruxue. She could secretly add a few herbs to the medicine prescribed for the tyrant at the medical hall… to prevent the tyrant from troubling her or using the hidden guard brother again.
Ye Wan'er acted immediately, painstakingly searching for the desired medicinal herbs among the countless medicine cabinets in the back.
Just then, the apprentices in the medical hall let out several exclamations:
“This noble looks truly handsome! But he’s so ill, his complexion is so pale.”
“Don’t you all fight me, I’m going to try to talk to this young master today, no matter what…”
“Are you here to study medicine or to swoon over men?! Hey, don’t push me, I’m changing my hairpin!”
“…”
When the young master in white entered, the medical hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The female disciples who had earlier said they would approach him were now silent as cicadas, not daring to make a move.
And Ye Wan'er was stiff all over, her breathing stopped.
The young master in white was indeed incomparably handsome, peerless in the world, but his light-colored eyes subtly gleamed with a blood-red hue, like a naturally bloodthirsty beast!
He coughed a few times softly, his lips indifferent, and his phoenix eyes swept around the hall without lingering on anyone’s face.
His attendant asked coldly: “Where is the master of the hall?”
“…The, the master is not here.” A female disciple answered weakly, “But, but our second senior sister is here, she, she is the master’s most favored disciple…”
Ye Wan'er was the second senior sister.
She cursed under her breath, thinking that this talkative female disciple deserved to marry into such a family in her previous life and be tormented beyond recognition.
The young master in white and his attendant looked over. Ye Wan'er felt a chill, like being stared at by a cold-blooded animal.
The face of her enemy from the previous life was right before her! Ye Wan'er, feeling guilty, took her hand out of the medicine cabinet and forced a smile: “I, my medical skills are not refined…”
“Such a large medical hall, yet no one knows medicine.” The young master in white waved his hand dismissively, “Smash it. I don’t want to see it again.”
Ye Wan'er’s eyes widened.
Rong Huai, how dare you! This is the sect that raised me! In her previous life, he clearly invited all of them into the palace to be imperial physicians!
Did she have to take the initiative to go forward and curry favor… Ye Wan'er hated this man to death, but she couldn't let her sect be destroyed.
She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with humiliation, and stepped forward: “I, I can…”
The young master in white, however, didn’t look at her, but rather looked outside.
Seeing that the man didn't even want to hear her finish a sentence, Ye Wan'er felt a bitter ache in her heart.
She thought resentfully, I originally thought that since you treated my sect well in your previous life, it wouldn’t hurt to say a few soft words to you, but you have this attitude. Even if you kneel and beg me later, I won’t even look at you.
“Senior Sister!”
“Wuwu, Senior Sister, you’re finally back!!”
While Ye Wan'er was in a daze, the female disciples all rushed past her towards the entrance.
At the door stood a beautiful and elegant woman in a green gown. She carried a bamboo basket on her back, containing only a small half-basket of herbs.
Her dark hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, with many stray strands falling by her ears. The mud on her forehead did not diminish her grace in the slightest.
As she had been climbing mountains to gather herbs, the green gown she wore was not of high quality, but rather ordinary commoner’s fabric, yet it appeared extremely textured due to her delicate, fair, jade-like skin.
Surrounded by several people, she showed no impatience, soothing each one in turn, before finally letting her gentle, watery gaze fall upon the young master in white.
As she took off her bamboo basket and handed it to the female disciples, she stepped forward and apologized: “Please forgive me, young master. My junior sisters are still young and cannot make decisions. Please come with me to the inner room, and I will examine you.”
After speaking, she apologized again: “I apologize for the delay.”
The attendant’s eyes flashed with admiration; he hadn’t expected such a beautiful woman in a small medical hall… He couldn’t bear to speak harshly, even tilting his sword hilt away from her.
The young master in white, meanwhile, gazed steadily at the gentle curve of her lips, his dark eyes profound.
After a long moment, his Adam’s apple bobbed: “Good.”
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