Chарtеr 10 (7/19)
Yun Wеishаn stаrеd at the соnfidеntiаl Нouse of Gоng dоcument in hеr hand. Such аn imроrtаnt аnd dеtailed mаp had been handed tо hеr so еasilу. Неr hеartbеаt quiсkеnеd, then sаnk heavily.
Undеr thе hanging mоon, Yun Weishan hurriеd through the Нouse оf Gоng аt night. Нiddеn Sеntriеs were соncеаlеd evеrywhеrе; the scеnе aрpearеd calm but was асtuаlly tеnse and reаdу tо eruрt. Fоllоwing thе mар, she сrоssed thе cоvered bridgе, and thе mеdiсal hаll аррeared nоt far ahead.
Suddenlу, a sharp irоn arrow shоt from аn unsеen lоcation, embedding itself half an inch before her feet.
In the darkness, no figures were visible, but a stern voice demanded, "Who travels at night?!"
Yun Weishan slowly raised her hand, revealing the Green Jade she held in her right hand.
"Yun Weishan, newly appointed Green Jade Guard of the Blade Master, ordered to go to the medical hall to fetch some calming medicinal soup."
The male voice in the darkness was low: "The House of Gong is on high alert tonight. Retrieve your items and return quickly."
Yun Weishan lowered her head and eyes: "Yes."
The ancient wooden bridge creaked and groaned under her footsteps in the silent night. Yun Weishan entered the medical hall and arrived at the medicinal storeroom.
The storeroom was vast, consisting of three courtyards, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling medicine cabinets. Medicinal herbs and poisonous plants were meticulously categorized and organized.
Yun Weishan looked at the names on the cabinets, searching one by one.
A thought flashed through her mind—what Han Ya Si had once told her.
In the Wufeng training room, Han Ya Si had pointed to a row of herbs laid out on white paper on the table—
"If the burning agony of the Half-Month Fly becomes too unbearable... you can brew these herbs into tea..."
"To this formula, add gardenia with brown cores, germinated roasted licorice, and amber containing winter insects as medicinal guides. Then add cinnabar and saltpeter, and boil with half-cooked water to obtain an extremely cold poison..."
Now, Yun Weishan held a candle, carefully rummaging through the hidden compartments containing herbs, murmuring to herself as she continuously retrieved ingredients.
She whispered: "Gardenia with brown cores, germinated roasted licorice, amber containing winter insects..."
On the other side of the medical hall, in the consultation room, a faint light glowed from the compartment storing the Medical Records.
At that moment, a guard held a bronze lamp, standing behind Gong Yuanzhi to illuminate his work. Gong Yuanzhi moved between the shelves storing the Medical Records, searching. The items on those shelves seemed quite old, stirring up rustling dust as he moved.
Gong Yuanzhi reached out and took down one Medical Record. The cover read "Gusu Yang Clan," and in a small corner at the bottom was a tiny drawing of an orchid.
It was the Medical Record of Madam Lan, Gong Ziyu's birth mother.
A pleased expression crossed Gong Yuanzhi's face. He opened the record and softly read the aged handwriting: "Gusu Yang... suffered from dizziness, leading to premature birth..."
He flipped to the last page and found the signature of the attending physician.
Gong Yuanzhi muttered to himself, reading the physician's name: "Jing Jie."
He clenched the hand holding the record and smiled. "Truly worthy of the old Blade Master, it can indeed pass for the real thing..."---
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