"I've got it."

Honeysuckle was efficient; she turned and ran.

Shen Qiyin went to Guangrentang first, changed her clothes as usual, and then went to Qiying Pavilion with her medicine box on her back, as planned.

Qianxing had a fever last night. Following Shen Xiyin's instructions before leaving, Xiong Lu and the others found an old woman who cooked at Qiying Pavilion and gave Qianxing some wine to wipe his body.

Perhaps because she was a martial artist, her body was naturally stronger than that of ordinary people, and the fever subsided quickly.

Now that autumn has arrived and the weather is getting cooler, the wound has not become infected.

Xiong Lu and his group waited outside like mother hens guarding their chicks. When Shen Qiyin came out, they brought her a washbasin to wash her hands, and handed her bath beans and a handkerchief.

Their obsequious manner made it hard to believe that they were the ruthless Thousand Eagle Guards.

There was one person whose reaction struck her as odd.

It was the person who was with Xiao Yan yesterday, I think his name was Feng Liu.

From the moment she appeared at Qiying Pavilion today, he kept staring at her, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, and sometimes touching his chin, looking thoughtful.

To say they were spying on her would be too blatant.

But if it was simply out of curiosity, then their actions were far too furtive.

Chen Xiyin pursed her lips.

Tsk, I don't understand.

Even as she left Qiying Pavilion, she could still feel Feng Liu's conflicted and inquisitive gaze.

Hmm... why does it seem like there's still a bit of resentment? Is it just my imagination?

Lost in thought, she was startled when someone rushed towards her. As they passed each other, she was hit hard on the shoulder and staggered a couple of steps before regaining her balance.