He Yunxiao couldn't think of any way to make money, and even began to consider stealing his father's military tally, starting a rebellion, and directly robbing 10,000 taels of silver from the palace to redeem Sister Jiang—simple and easy.
With his mind wandering and his steps unsteady, He Yunxiao leisurely made his way back to the Marquis's residence.
Under normal circumstances, He Yunxiao was quite reluctant to return to the Marquis's residence.
Returning home in ancient times and returning home in modern times are not the same thing.
When people come home these days, they either turn on their computers to play games or lie in bed playing on their phones. If they're thirsty, they drink milk tea; if they're hungry, they order takeout, which is always delivered to their door. They're as if they're afraid you'll come out of the house.
Returning home in ancient times was different.
Firstly, there were few entertainment facilities, and secondly, the social hierarchy was quite distinct in ancient times.
Although the Marquis's mansion had many people, most of them were servants and maids, who trembled even when speaking to He Yunxiao, let alone playing with him. The only ones who weren't servants were his father and concubine—how could they possibly play together?
Since they had already eaten, He Yunxiao didn't go to the main hall after entering the He residence. Instead, he went straight to the study to see if he could find a few simple martial arts manuals or martial arts novels to take to Fan Ziruo the next day.
Sure enough, the He family study had a rich collection. After He Yunxiao searched carefully, he actually found a few simple martial arts manuals and martial arts novels.
Putting aside the martial arts manuals, He Yunxiao decided to first test the effects of these martial arts novels on Fan Ziruo.
After flipping through just a few pages of the first book, He Yunxiao exclaimed, "Wow!"
Simply put, this is a martial arts story similar to "A Chinese Ghost Story".
The female protagonist cultivates by absorbing the male character's internal energy, then develops feelings for him and reforms herself.
Of course, those who know about her process of absorbing internal energy understand it.
In modern online novels, this kind of plot would only be described as "poison king," and it would be strange if readers didn't hurl insults at him.
He Yunxiao thought that the entertainment products in Qi were relatively scarce, and this level was still within the acceptable range for readers.
However, in order to preserve Mr. Yuhe's purity, He Yunxiao discarded all novels with excessive descriptions.
Just take a look yourself; the innocent and delicate Ziru shouldn't look at it.
After flipping through a few books, He Yunxiao even had the thought, "That's it? I could do that too."
Just as he was about to reread the novel that Ziruo couldn't read, a maid suddenly called him to the waiting room.
"Young master, the master wants you to go to the living room."
He Yunxiao was puzzled. He hadn't done anything wrong recently, so why was his father looking for him again?
Upon arriving at the reception room, He Yunxiao encountered a strange person.
Physician Wei.
What is he doing here?
When He Yuanhao saw He Yunxiao arrive, he immediately said, "Your Uncle Wei personally brought you medicine, why don't you come and thank him!"
Delivering medicine?
Physician Wei handed He Yunxiao a food box. Upon opening it, he found a porcelain plate, charcoal, and a bowl of medicine inside.
He Yunxiao recognized the medicine at a glance.
He drank it yesterday.
It was Nanzhu who cooked the antidote for the Soul-Devouring Pill for him.
He Yunxiao picked up the bowl; because of the charcoal heating, the medicine was still warm.
My lips couldn't help but curl upwards.
My wife still loves me after all.
Without saying a word, He Yunxiao drank it all in one gulp, as if he were drinking strong liquor.
He drank the entire bowl of medicine, leaving not a drop.
He now felt that the medicine was not bitter at all, but rather had a slightly sweet taste.
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