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Having experienced the earlier unexpected event, Qingyin and her group lost interest in shopping and obediently headed back home.
As night fell, a detailed account of Lin Qingqing's writings reached Xie Ping's hands. At the same time, a tall, dark figure stealthily scaled the walls of the Lin residence, turning left and right, and arrived at a spacious courtyard with a clear purpose.
The moonlight shone into the cozy room, making the woman lying on the bed appear even more beautiful and fair-skinned.
The shadowy figure's eyes burned with intensity. He took a deep breath and stared at the girl's face for a long while, until his gaze fell on a tiny red stain on the blanket. Only then did his eyes snap back to reality, and regret welled up within him.
The man who arrived was Xie Ping. Despite having made arrangements with his subordinates, he was still worried and ultimately decided to put his men aside and personally deliver the medicine to his future wife.
Xie Ping took out the Spring Ointment hidden in his purse, showing no regard for the precious imperial medicine in his hand. He lavishly applied a layer of ointment far exceeding the wound's capacity before finally stopping.
The man quietly placed the small porcelain bottle of Spring Ointment beside the girl's pillow. He looked at it for a while longer, reluctant to leave, before turning around and leaving silently.
The next morning, when Qingyin woke up, the first thing she noticed was the faint medicinal scent coming from her neck. The scent wasn't unpleasant, but to put Lin Wanyu and the others at ease the day before, Qingyin hadn't told them about the small injury on her neck, so there was no medicine on her neck. So where did this medicinal scent come from?
Qingyin suddenly opened her eyes and touched the wound on her neck. The small red mark had been treated with medicine and was no longer hot. It looked like normal skin, and it was clearly in the process of scabbing over and healing.
Qingyin understood something and got up to check the bed. Sure enough, next to the soft, light green bedding, a white porcelain bottle about the length of an index finger was quietly placed to the side, waiting for the guest to discover it.
Qingyin picked up the white porcelain bottle, under which was a piece of white paper that had been folded several times.
Qingyin reached out and opened the bottle. A line of elegant, flowing handwriting detailed the uses and effects of the ointment.
Qingyin blinked, becoming even more certain of who had delivered the medicine.
That scoundrel is quite capable; he found out her identity in just one afternoon and managed to sneak into the Lin residence at night without anyone noticing. Her status must be quite high...
"Miss, you're awake." Xiang Lian's sudden entrance interrupted Qing Yin's thoughts.
Qingyin responded with a "Mm".
Due to the distance and angle, Xianglian only saw that the young lady seemed to have picked up something white in her hand. Before she could see clearly, the young lady seemed to have put the thing in the cabinet.
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