Mo Yan looked at the trembling hands and found it somewhat amusing. She quickly coughed twice and said, "Well, it's okay, I believe you."
"I don't believe in myself. This needle is so thin, my hands are shaking just holding it..."
What is she supposed to do?
"It's like sewing clothes, just imagine it, no problem."
Zuo Caixuan: "..." I've never sewed clothes before.
"Then you can't replace me. You don't have that much spiritual power, and without spiritual power to nourish you, it's useless even if you connect with me."
Just then, Bailing walked in. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Mother, let me do it?"
Mo Yan took a look and agreed.
"Okay, but can you keep going for that long? Once you start, you can't stop. With two people at the same time, it'll take at least two days, you..."
This is why she didn't consider Bai Ling at first, after two consecutive days of spiritual energy output.
“Mother, what I mean is that I will sew one, and Caixuan will sew one. I will be in charge of Jing’er, and she will be in charge of Tian’er.”
100 Days: "???" Help!
"Hmm, that works too." Mo Yan thought it was a good idea.
Bailing looked at her nephew very seriously, "We're family, so it's okay if the stitching is messed up, right, Tian'er?"
100 days: "..."
If I could speak, I would say I don't want to!
"Alright then, cousin, you're the first person I've ever sewed up. The first time might not look very nice, but that's okay, next time..."
Bai Tian stared wide-eyed, "Are you kidding me? You're actually thinking there'll be a next time?"
Seeing that Bai Tian's expression was not right, Cai Xuan quickly covered her mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I misspoke, I...I...there won't be a next time, come here, let me fix your hands and feet."
Bai Tian: "..." I'm even more worried now.
Mo Yan laughed uncontrollably and stopped teasing them. "Don't worry, it's just a handover. Even if it's just a little bit, I can get you back on track. Don't be afraid."
Mo Yan looked at her granddaughter, and spiritual energy lines appeared in front of her. "Begin. Use your spiritual energy to separate these lines, and then thread the needle through them. Once you can do this step, you will be able to do it in the future."
Zuo Caixuan nodded solemnly, closed her eyes, and began to control her spiritual power.
As everyone knows, splitting a needle into very fine threads requires a high level of concentration, because you have to split the threads into extremely fine ones so that they can pass through the tiny eye of a needle.
Zuo Caixuan failed several times, and each time the relationship ended after they separated.
It's not easy to form a line of spiritual energy.
Bai Ling couldn't do it; she found that no matter how hard she tried, her spiritual energy was still cut off.
"Calm down, I'm going to start nurturing their bodies. You all need to calm down and, once you pass through, control the needles to begin sewing them."
Upon hearing Mo Yan's words, the two looked at each other, nodded, and became even more serious.
They believed they could do it.
It definitely can.
Close your eyes and focus intently on the spiritual energy. Then begin to separate, and the spiritual energy transforms into threads in your hands.
Close your eyes, and you'll feel it—it's that place with the light. Go through it!
Zuo Caixuan opened her eyes and began sewing on her hands for 100 days with a needle.
At this moment, the severed tendons also became larger, and indeed, compared to the lines, they were much clearer.
Mo Yan nurtured their tendons and ligaments, enabling them to sew.
They were very careful with every stitch, afraid that they wouldn't do it well enough.
Time passed second by second, and finally, when everything was connected, Zuo Caixuan collapsed to the ground, feeling so tired.
I am constantly on edge and dare not relax for even a moment.
Now she looked outside.
They started in the morning, and now it's dark.
"I never expected that we could do it in just one day."
Just as she was about to praise herself, Mo Yan told her, "It's the second night now, you all should rest, I'm going to see your grandmother."
"Keep a close eye on these two, don't let them move, just tie them up."
The two of them: "???" We're not kids, are we?
With a wave of her hand, Mo Yan transformed her spiritual energy into ropes, binding them tightly.
"Grandma, isn't this a bit much? Besides the wounds on your hands and feet, why are you bandaging up everything else?"
That's way too secure.
"We'll be applying medicine soon, so they can't move. That's the best way."
Zuo Caixuan: "???"
Mo Yan clapped her hands, and then saw Feng Ning bring over a box. When she opened it, there was a dark-colored medicine inside.
"This is an ointment that Feng Ning made. We'll apply it to their hands and feet later to help their wounds heal."
Looking at it, Zuo Caixuan asked curiously, "Aunt, what is this made of? Why does it look so dark..."
Feng Ning was somewhat at a loss for words. "Believe me, you don't want to know."
Feng Ning personally applied medicine to them, and soon they began to struggle.
"it hurts."
It's so itchy!
"It's so sour, it feels like a lot of ants are crawling on me, help..."
"Let me go, let me go."
Seeing their struggles in vain, Zuo Caixuan felt that her grandmother was right.
The old lady is recovering quite well; at least she has energy now and can sit up.
She sat in a chair and glanced at her son, who was being roasted by the fire in the yard.
"Why is it here? Is this meant to disgust me?"
The old lady looked at Mo Yan with great frustration, wondering why she was grilling in her yard.
Oh, it's raining today.
It's thundering too.
Mo Yan placed a lightning rod on Bai Wan's head, and after a short while, it exploded with a loud bang.
They bombard it every now and then.
When Baiwan saw his mother, he didn't even recognize her.
How could anyone possibly recognize it?
Back then, his mother was a plump, round old lady; you could see her big face at a glance. Now? You can't see anything at all.
Her face was nothing but bones, like a loose skin hanging on bones. At that moment, millions of tears streamed down their faces.
"I'm disgusting you. I'll show you how pathetic he looks now, and see if that makes you feel any better."
The old woman didn't seem to care. "Oh, then let him suffer our pain too. Why did you save him? It's fine as he is."
At the very least, she can still do what she wants; that person isn't her son.
"Let him go and take revenge. The people behind this are scheming so much, someone has to be the one to do the dirty work."
The old lady: "..." That's really direct.
Million: "..." That's so heartbreaking.
A few days later, they had all recovered to a near-complete state, and Green Willow finally could not bear the pain any longer and revealed the name of Prince Ning.
This continent is ruled by the royal family, and the emperor at this moment is only a thousand years old, still just a little child.
The late emperor passed away unexpectedly, and the young emperor succeeded to the throne. Because he was still young, Prince Ning acted as regent.
Upon hearing this answer, Zuo Caixuan suddenly realized. "So, it's because Prince Ning wants to usurp the throne?"
Only then will we find this green willow…
"How can a single chess piece know so much?"
Mo Yan only asked them one question.
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