She raised her hand and gently rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

To win a smile from a beautiful woman?

Ha, that silly boy is willing to give it up.

Just as she was about to continue looking at the ledger, she heard Jing Shuang's voice: "Master, Li Qingrong has woken up."

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Yuetong finally relaxed and disappeared from the hall.

...

In the South Palace, Li Qingrong, who had just woken up, blinked and looked at the person in front of her with a confused expression.

She looked around for a while, then shifted her gaze to survey the room, truly astonished by its opulence.

The nightlight floating in the room almost blinded her. Li Qingrong quickly closed her eyes to calm herself down, thinking to herself: Where am I?

Seeing her like this, Jing Shuang was afraid that she would think she was a bad person, so she quickly explained to her, "Don't be afraid, I am the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture, you are very safe here."

A look of relief appeared in Li Qingrong's eyes.

"So you're one of Jiang Yuetong's people." As she spoke, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That puts my mind at ease.

She had just thought she had been sold out by those thieves.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door. Li Qingrong turned her head and looked over. Jiang Yuetong, dressed in a light purple gauze dress, walked slowly in, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.

How are you feeling?

Li Qingrong shook her head weakly at her, her voice much softer than before: "Thanks to you, I'm fine now."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong hummed in response, then, as if remembering something, asked casually, "Why did you go to the Ghost Market?"

Li Qingrong's eyes lit up when she talked about this.

"I've obtained the Flame Leaf Grass and the Fire Silver Fruit. Now we each have one. If you'd like, we can go to the Medicine Sect now and ask the old master to refine some pills for us."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong remained silent for a while.

She looked at Li Qingrong seriously and asked, "What if the old master doesn't refine the pill, or only refines one portion, and no matter how many pills he makes, we will only get one? What should we do then?"

The smile on Li Qingrong's face gradually faded.

She looked up and met Jiang Yuetong's gaze for a few seconds, feeling somewhat uncertain as she said, "But who knows how long it will take before I become a ninth-grade alchemist."

At most six months.

Although Jiang Yuetong thought this way, a hint of hesitation flashed across her face, but in the end she said firmly, "I believe you!"

"My Huanhai Prefecture Library has countless alchemy books and all kinds of spiritual herbs. If you don't have them, I'll go and find them for you. I can make you a ninth-grade alchemist as soon as possible."

At this point, Jiang Yuetong paused again before continuing, "Besides, with your talent, I don't think becoming a ninth-grade alchemist is your limit."

Li Qingrong was somewhat moved by her words.

She slowly sat up, looked at the expressionless Jiang Yuetong, and said with instant confidence, "You're right, being a ninth-grade alchemist is not my limit. I will never doubt myself again."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yuetong nodded with satisfaction.

She's finally starting to resemble the female lead from her past life.

She came over and sat on the edge of the bed, speaking calmly, "You still haven't answered me, why did you go to the Ghost Market?"

Li Qingrong thought about it carefully: "After leaving the academy, on my way back to the Holy Sword Sect, I heard that the underground arena in the Ghost Market had opened."

Rumor had it that whoever won on the field could get whatever they wanted, so I thought I'd try my luck. Surprisingly, they actually produced Flameleaf Grass and Firesilver Fruit.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong couldn't help but frown slightly: "So you went on stage?"