As soon as Mu Jin stepped into the private room of Shi Ding Lou, she saw Su Yi with an exaggerated expression, pretending to be surprised as he spoke to her.
"Oh, so it's me, Jin Yue's king?"
Mu Jin was already used to Su Yi's flamboyant manner, but today she did owe Su Yi a favor, so she couldn't very well retort when Su Yi called her A Jin.
Mu Jin also gave Su Yi a warm smile and said, "What are you saying, King Yi? You gave me such a big gift, how can I just accept it without feeling guilty? I should at least treat you to a meal."
Su Yi raised an eyebrow, but also noticed Mu Jin's wrist wrapped in white gauze, and asked in surprise, "Oh dear, Jin, what happened to your hand?"
Mu Jin said nonchalantly, "It's unlucky to say, I was careless for a moment and got hurt by a few small fry."
"How could A-Jin be so careless?" Su Yi said, then pulled up a chair for Mu Jin to sit down.
After Mu Jin sat down, she picked up a cup of tea and drank it.
“The guards of the Yi King’s mansion saved my maid and also told me the secret of the person who plotted against me. I owe the Yi King a favor.”
Su Yi laughed and said, "My guard went out of the city on business and happened to rescue that old woman. When he asked her, he found out that she was the wife of the third brother's steward, so he brought her back to the capital."
Unexpectedly, on their way to the capital, they encountered the unconscious Qing'er again. They brought her back as well; it was all a simple act, and perhaps fate.
Mu Jin said, "Whether it's fate or human doing, I will do you this favor in the future if there is anything I can do to help you!"
Before Su Yi could speak, Mu Jin continued, "However, I imagine that King Yi has both money and status, and he probably doesn't need my help with anything else."
Su Yi quickly put on a displeased expression.
"You can't say that. Since I've had the honor of making Ah Jin owe me a favor, I might as well take advantage of it. You said that if you're able to help me in the future and I need your help, you must do so."
Mu Jin didn't want to take advantage of Su Yi, so she nodded and said yes.
Su Yi, as if he had received a great deal, happily picked up the teapot and filled Mu Jin's cup.
“Ah Jin has an injury on her hand, so let’s have tea instead of wine today, it’s a deal.”
Seeing Mu Jin drink the tea, Su Yi glanced at Eleven standing behind Mu Jin, and then said to Mu Jin, "Your coachman is quite skilled in martial arts. I wonder who his master is?"
Mu Jin replied casually, "His martial arts skills are quite good, but when I found him on the road, he was seriously injured and had lost his memory. He doesn't remember anything from the past. But thinking about it, he must be quite powerful."
Seeing the fleeting nervousness on Eleven's face, Su Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "How about Ah Jin gives Eleven to me? A real man can follow me, and I'll definitely give him a good job. Wouldn't that be better than him being your coachman?"
Mu Jinxi glanced at Su Yi, then looked back at Eleven, who was also looking at her nervously.
Mu Jin chuckled: "Is Prince Yi trying to poach my men? It's a pity that Eleven is nominally my coachman, but he's free to come and go as he pleases. I can't make the decision for him; you'll have to ask him."
When Shiyi heard Mu Jin say this, he felt relieved, while Su Yi smiled knowingly.
"I was just joking. How could I bear to steal your man? He needs to stay by Ah Jin's side for now to protect her."
Then Su Yi smiled slightly: "However, I can help with the amnesia. Over the years, I have traveled to many places and heard that there is a place called Nangong Shenzong, which may be able to cure the eleven brothers' amnesia."
When Nangong Shenzong's name was mentioned, Eleven's heart skipped a beat. He used a lot of effort to calm his breathing.
"Nangong Divine Sect? What kind of place is it?" Mu Jin couldn't help but ask curiously.
The name Nangong Shenzong sounds like a martial arts sect. Mu Jin has only been in Dongyue Kingdom for a little over a year, so she has never heard of it.
But apart from Mu Jin, people from all over the world only knew the name of this Nangong Shenzong, but had never seen his face.
It is said that the Nangong Divine Sect resides deep in the southern mountains, extremely mysterious, yet it has many disciples. Compared to martial arts sects, they are more like a mysterious tribe isolated from the world.
Their ancestors were all single-lineage heirs, and they possessed miraculous medicines that could save the world. They would only be born when a major plague broke out in the human world.
It is said that he still possesses life-extending elixirs and is skilled at using Gu poison to silently kill those with ulterior motives.
However, because they were too closed off and did not act easily, the imperial court only respected Nangong Shenzong and did not allow the world to disturb them.
Hearing Su Yi say this, Mu Jin couldn't help but feel happy.
"Then how can the mysterious Nangong Divine Sect persuade them to treat Eleven?" Mu Jin asked Su Yi impatiently.
Eleven had helped Mu Jin many times, and Mu Jin had long regarded him as family. She genuinely wanted Eleven to remember the past and live according to his own ideas.
Su Yi couldn't help but sneer: "What you were talking about was the old Nangong Divine Sect, not the current Nangong Divine Sect~"
After Su Yi finished speaking, he sighed deeply, glanced at Eleven as if he regretted it, and said to Mu Jin.
"I heard that the previous palace master and his wife were murdered, and the young palace master, Nangong Min, suddenly disappeared when he was 18 and about to succeed to the throne. In recent years, the Nangong Divine Sect has been declining year by year. However, I heard that with the support of the old lady, the former palace master's eldest disciple, Nangong Ce, became the new palace master of the Nangong Divine Sect."
After saying that, Su Yi ladled a bowl of soup for Mu Jin: "Ah Jin, drink some soup first. This soup is nourishing and good for your complexion, and it's also beneficial for your wounds."
Seeing that Su Yi only said half of what he meant, Mu Jin really wanted to smash his head in.
But since he had just owed Su Yi a favor, and Eleven's amnesia still depended on him, he forced a smile and thanked Su Yi, then grabbed the soup and drank it all in one gulp. Because he drank it so fast, he choked on the soup.
Seeing Mu Jin choke, Qing'er quickly stepped forward to pat Mu Jin's back, but Su Yi beat her to it, patting Mu Jin's back while wiping Mu Jin's mouth with a handkerchief.
Mu Jin pushed Su Yi away with her hand: "Anything else?"
Su Yi looked puzzled and asked Mu Jin, "What else?"
Mu Jin gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you sighing when you talk about the current Nangong Divine Sect!"
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry. I was just talking when I realized that Ah Jin hasn't eaten anything since she came in. How rude of me. Please eat while I talk."
As Su Yi spoke, he placed another piece of food on Mu Jin's plate.
Seeing that Mu Jin had started eating, Su Yi began to explain.
"The new Palace Master of the Nangong Divine Sect does things differently from the previous Palace Masters."
Mu Jin asked impatiently, "How is it different?"
"The new Palace Master, Nangong Ce, has begun to interact with the world. As long as there is enough silver, outsiders can visit the places designated by Nangong Shenzong, including the treatment of diseases that are difficult for ordinary people to cure."
Mu Jin understood and said, "So, as long as enough money is paid, the new palace master will cure Eleven's amnesia?"
Su Yi nodded.
Mu Jin was happy and asked Su Yi how much silver he needed for the medicine.
Su Yi said, "One pill costs 100,000 taels of silver."
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