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n“Come over here, Murong Yun.” exclaimed Luo Qianqian, she didn’t bother a bit about her face getting dirty.

nThe cure, to her best knowledge, required eighteen herbs, each was hard to find. Like the one in her hand, it took the herb one hundred years to grow, small as it was, it was surely precious.

nThis herb was not officially recorded on any medical books, only few knew how precious it was.

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n“Yeah?” Murong Yun walked towards Luo Qianqian.

nLuo Qianqian stood up and handed over Murong Yun the herb like she was presenting him a treasure, “Here, this is for you.”

nSu Liancheng was dumbfounded.

nSo was Feng Qing.

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nThey had seen people sent flowers often, but what was Luo Qianqian doing holding that herb? That herb wasn’t even pretty.

nMurong Yun produced a hankerchief, which was also made of yamamai silk.

nMurong Yun wiped Luo Qianqian’s face for her, but Luo Qianqian felt a bit shy, she took over the hankerchief and said thanks.

n“This herb makes part of your cure, take good care of it if you trust me.”

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nHearing that, Murong Yun’s eyes were wide open.

n“My… cure…?” said Murong Yun emotionally, for once.

n“Yes, your cure, please take good care of it if you trust me, it’s hard to find. I’ll draw some pictures about other herbs so you can pay attention and look for them.”

nWhy did Luo Qianqian ask Murong Yun to keep the herb?

nBecause she was lousy at taking care of anything, she once had a cactus, but… the cactus died. It was a cactus!

nAnd she once had a turtle because everyone said turtles are so easy to take care of, and turtles generally had a long life span. However, the turtle didn’t survive a month after she had it.

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nIt baffled to this very day, she did everything she could to take care of it, why the turtle died?

nThus she swore she wouldn’t have any living things since that day. No plants no pets.

n‘Does she know what poison that I’m suffering?’

n‘That’s impossible, even Doctor Lin couldn’t figure it out.”

nBut Murong Yun didn’t have any doubt on her, he asked Feng Qing to keep this herb in a safe place.

nIt was well worth a shot.

nFeng Qing took this herb cautiously knowing this herb might cure his master.

nFeng Qing collected some soil and left to find a pot.

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nSu Liancheng walked to Luo Qianqian and asked with concern, “Sister-in-law, can you cure my Brother Eighth?”

nLuo Qianqian shrugged and replied honestly, “No.”

n“Why did you say that then? Do you know what kind of poison my Brother Eighth is suffering at least?” exclaimed Su Liancheng, poor boy was in shock.

n“No, I cannot, but I know someone who can.” Luo Qianqian was not lying, she couldn’t cure Murong Yun, but her Xiao Bai could.

nShe trusted her Xiao Bai one hundred percent.

nWell, she was kind of lying, because her Xiao Bai was not technically “someone”, it was a cute furry fox.

n“Are you serious? My good sister-in-law?”

n“Of course, why do I bother to lie to you? What can I get from that? Why don’t want my fiance to be cured?” retorted Luo Qianqian.

nSu Liancheng nodded and was lost in thought.

nThey arrived at the lake while they were chatting, it was sparkling in the morning sun, so soothing. Fish and carps were swimming freely and lotus flowers were waving to them amid the gentle breeze.

nOther visitors who were also enjoying the scenery turned to look at them in unison.

n“What’s going on today? Look at those beautiful people! Who are they?”

n“Who knows, look at that pretty girl, I think she is prettier than the Princess in the capital city.” said one visitor.

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n“Ahem, have you met the Princess? But, this girl is very pretty.” the visitor’s friend talked back.

nLuo Qianqian wasn’t paying attention to those gaze, she was distracted by those fishers by the lake, she was seeing something really interesting.

nMurong Yun swept across those men who kept staring at Luo Qianqian intimidatingly.

nThose men soon realized staring at the girl was a wrong move, she was taken.

nSu Liancheng found that amusing, ‘is… is Brother Eighth being jealous? Haha, I cannot believe that.”

nBut Su Liancheng now looked at Luo Qianqian like she was the goddess, the goddess who could save his Brother Eighth.

nHe was overjoyed just thinking about the possibilities that his Brother Eighth stood a chance to get cured.

nRecently there were people who were biting off more than they could chew, they wished to stand against Brother Eighth!

nHe would make sure they would only reach an epic failure.

nLuo Qianqian was still staring at those fishers, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

nThose fishers would disembowel the fish as soon as they had the fish in a barrel, but the fish looked nothing like the fish she had see, the fish was crystal clear, and there was no blood after they were disemboweled, the wounds would just disappear within seconds. Most importantly, it was gold that was in their bellies.

nSome were the size of rice, while some were as big as jujubees.

n“Murong Yun, what is that?” asked Luo Qianqian in shock, she tried to search her memory as well, but she got nothing.

nShe couldn’t blame Luo Qianqian for not knowing about this, for she barely had left her room in her life.

nMurong Yun explained, “It’s called ‘Glaze Fish’, they produce gold in their bellies.”

n“But why would the wounds disappear within just seconds?”

nMurong Yun continued, “It’s born this way, you could see it as a species of the immemorial, if it helps. It would always cure itself within seconds.”

n“It will only die if it’s being eaten or split apart?” added Luo Qianqian.

n“Correct.”

nThe heck? What a great opportunity to have gold!

nMurong Yun had seen her through, “Not all glaze fish could produce gold, even the ones who could, they need time to produce again once the gold was taken away.”

nSu Liancheng was dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe this talkative person who was standing in front of him was his Brother Eighth.

nHis Brother Eighth would normally kept silent whole day, all day.

nBut look at him now!

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