Chapter 177 Burn Ointment

Huo Lin paused when he heard the word "Emperor," and gave He Ling, who was still lying on the ground, a cold look.

Whose duck landed here and is quacking so loudly? Anyone who didn't know better would think he did something to her.

Are people who stage accidents for insurance fraud so brazenly these days?

Does he look like a sucker?

When He Ling was swept by that cold gaze, she immediately shrank back like a frightened quail, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Your Majesty..." Her voice immediately weakened, trembling with sobs, "I...I didn't mean to..."

Huo Lin looked at her expressionlessly, his voice as cold as ice.

"If you have trouble walking, stay indoors and don't wander around in front of me, or I'll make sure you can only crawl from now on."

After saying that, he strode away without looking back.

He Ling stood there stunned, tears streaming down her face.

[Waaaaah... He's so scary...]

He even wants to break my legs! He must hate me! Waaaaah...

He Ling's body was still trembling, and tears were falling like beads from a broken string.

"Host, cheer up!"

The system's electronic voice carried a hint of anxiety.

"Although this time the result wasn't good, at least the Emperor has noticed you, which is a good start. Don't give up, think about it..."

[I want to give up!]

He Ling interrupted the system and screamed in despair.

I'm not doing this task anymore. Whoever wants to do it can do it. That emperor is too scary. He looks at me like I'm trash. Waaaaah...

【Trying to win him over? I'm terrified before I even get close to him! I'm quitting! Waaaaah!】

"Host, please calm down. This is just a temporary setback. Huo Lin's personality is like this. Conquering S-rank targets requires enough patience and strategy. Think about the shop..."

I won't listen! I won't listen!

【I don't want that online store anymore, I don't want the points either, wouldn't it be better to just let the Emperor and Consort Zhuang be together?】

[I'd rather please Consort Zhuang than try to seduce the Emperor!]

[Yes! Consort Zhuang!]

This thought was like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly illuminating He Ling's despairing heart.

Consort Zhuang is beautiful and kind-hearted; she even saved me yesterday.

She's so gentle, she definitely wouldn't look at me like that.

[If the Emperor can't protect me in this harem, then I'll seek out Consort Zhuang. I feel safer with Consort Zhuang; at least I won't be scared to death.]

The system is jumping up and down.

"Host, please immediately cease any dangerous thoughts. Jiang Huan is not your target; your mission is Huo Lin!"

[Mission, mission, which is more important, the mission or your life?]

He Ling showed a rare moment of toughness.

That icy-faced emperor—getting close to him would shorten my lifespan by ten years.

I don't care, I'm going to find Consort Zhuang, I'm going to be her slave.

[System, do you have anything that can please Consort Zhuang?]

system:"……"

The electronic voice seemed to pause for a moment, then turned cold.

"Host, Jiang Huan is an obstacle to the mission. Please focus on the objective."

[Obstacles?]

He Ling was taken aback, then felt even more aggrieved.

I don't care, you're an obstacle to me!

If you won't give it to me, I'll see it myself.

He Ling wiped away her tears. Her knees were still throbbing with pain, but the urge to escape Huo Lin and run to Jiang Huan was incredibly strong.

I remember hearing yesterday that Consort Zhuang burned her hand while saving the princess...

[In that case, I'm sure delivering the medicine will touch her heart.]

Let me see what I can get for 3 points.

He Ling gritted her teeth, opened the system panel in her mind, ignored the system's cold warning sound, and directly opened the beginner's shop that was extremely precious to her.

There weren't many things inside, and most of them were gray, with only a few items lit up.

She immediately spotted the small tube of ointment labeled "Special Effect Burn Cream" in the corner. (Exchange points: 3 points)

This was part of her newbie gift package, and also all her belongings.

[Redeem!]

He Ling clicked without hesitation.

"Warning, warning! Are you sure you want to use your precious points to exchange for useless items?"

[Who says it's useless? Don't stop me from hooking up with a top-notch patron! Let's switch!] He Ling was going all out.

"Exchange successful! Points -3, Current points: 0." The system gritted its teeth.

A faint light flashed, and He Ling felt a slight weight in her sleeve pocket as a small, cool object appeared.

I've finally received the item!

She was overjoyed and quickly took it out to look. A silver-white metal tube appeared in her hand.

She instinctively squeezed the burn ointment; with this, she would have a reason to get close to Consort Zhuang!

He Ling was both happy and apprehensive. Clutching the tube of burn ointment, she limped to the entrance of Weiyang Palace.

He Ling felt like she was about to collapse from all the hardships and tears she had endured along the way.

She took a few deep breaths, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and then forced a reasonably polite smile.

"Please, please pass on the message."

Her voice trembled slightly from nervousness and pain, "He Ling from Chuxiu Palace has come to pay her respects to Consort Zhuang."

The palace maid knew He Ling, but her attitude was neither warm nor cold.

"Please wait in the side hall, Your Highness. I will go and inform Her Majesty immediately."

"Thank you for your trouble."

He Ling bowed gratefully, almost tripping and falling flat on her face again.

She was led to a side hall to wait. The hall was elegantly furnished and filled with a faint fragrance, which helped her relax her tense nerves a little.

[Consort Zhuang's palace is truly exceptional; even the air is so fresh.]

[This is much more comfortable than the emperor's study with his icy expression; staying there felt like being in prison.]

As she was thinking, she took out the burn ointment again.

This is the first time she has given something to people here, and she doesn't know if Consort Zhuang will like it.

He Ling looked at the plaster in her hand, but as she looked at it, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The burn ointment was packaged in a small metal tube, which was cool and smooth, giving it a technological feel that seemed out of place in this era.

He Ling's hand trembled and she almost dropped the burn ointment. In a flurry of activity, she nearly cried out in surprise.

【Oh no!! Oh no!! This packaging is way too modern!】

If Consort Zhuang saw this, wouldn't she think I'm a monster?

Oh dear, it's all my fault! I was so happy that I forgot to change the packaging.

[System! System, help! You sold this thing, can you help me disguise it?]

【I'm in ancient times! Why would I sell such modern stuff?!】

The system seemed annoyed by He Ling's previous disobedience, its voice icy cold.

"Please resolve this yourself. Friendly reminder: Items sold by this system are non-refundable."