Feng Zhengchang took the two lists and glanced at them: one list only had the names of a dozen or so medicinal herbs, while the other list had no medicinal herbs at all, only some valuable jewelry and artifacts, all of which were things that could not be made public.

Those damned bandits!

Is that cat a reincarnation of an antique appraiser?!

He only had this many tribute items left in his treasury, and she not only took most of them, but also wrote down the rest for him.

She stole his things and then expects him to remain silent and accept her forgiveness for not reporting him. Why doesn't she just strip him of his official robes too?!

Feng Zhengchang silently signed and stamped the register of medicinal herbs, tears streaming down his face!

Duke Chen, you have utterly ruined this old man!

I will never mess with bandits again, or I'll never be able to afford food again, waaaaaah!

After leaving Feng Zhengchang's residence, Ji Fengyao swaggered through the city to the home of the old official Yan.

To be honest, you wouldn't guess that this old official had such a refined and elegant home, complete with a small bridge over a stream, poems, and paintings.

I'm afraid even the most famous literary figures in the Great Zhao Dynasty might not be as flamboyant as his family.

Unfortunately, they encountered the Ninth Princess, a "bandit who doesn't know how to appreciate art," who, from the moment she entered, started touching all the poems and paintings.

Moreover, she's quite adept at touching paintings; she'll touch whichever is a genuine, valuable work by a master, and each time she manages to "accidentally" leave her handprints all over the paper.

So, after the old censor had emptied half of his private treasury, he also tearfully signed the herb register.

As the ancients said, "Disaster comes from the mouth," and they were absolutely right! *sobs*

From now on, he will remember to be careful with his words and actions, especially when dealing with hooligans and bandits.

A valley outside Hualiang City.

Black Owl placed his palms against Ji Fengming's back in a man-made shallow area, channeling spiritual energy into him to stabilize his injuries.

He originally intended to take Ji Fengming back to the capital to find Ji Fengyao and have her treat him, but Ji Fengming's injuries were too severe; even the slightest bump in the road would cause him to vomit a large amount of blood.

Having no other choice, Hei Xiao could only sprinkle the medicinal herbs that Ji Fengyao had given him for a bath into the shallow stream, and then force-feed Ji Fengming two bottles of healing liquid, hoping to heal him as a last resort.

Now, Black Owl had only one thought in his mind: to save Ji Fengming's life at all costs; he absolutely could not die!

Pure spiritual energy flowed continuously from Hei Xiao's palm into Ji Fengming's body, slowly nourishing and repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs.

Thanks to the special constitution of the Ji family members, and Ji Fengming himself having embarked on the path of cultivation, he already had spiritual energy supporting him, so although his injuries were severe, they did not worsen.

Black Owl exhausted almost all of his spiritual power to finally stabilize Ji Fengming's injuries, temporarily pulling him out of danger.

Despite the burning pain in his lower abdomen and the weakness from the depletion of his spiritual energy, Hei Xiao washed the blood off Ji Fengming and carried him out of the shallows.

After struggling to find some dry grass and spread it thickly on the grass bed, and then gathering firewood to start a campfire, Black Owl collapsed exhausted next to Ji Fengming.

He still dared not sleep.

In this desolate wilderness, if both of them fall asleep, they could be eaten by passing wild animals without anyone knowing.

Black Owl stared at Ji Fengming's calm face, which was so close to him, and at his features that resembled Ji Fengyao's by about five or six points.

Perhaps he was too weak, for a moment, Black Owl couldn’t tell whether the pair of clear phoenix eyes he was thinking of belonged to Ji Fengming or the little bandit.