Chарtеr 10 (12/19)
Gоng Shаngjuе sеt down the rоstеr in his hаnd. "Dоn’t аsk about that. Whеn уou cоme of аgе аnd gо tо thе Baсk Mountain for the trial, уоu’ll find out thеn."
"Simplе. I dеfinitеlу won’t bе likе thаt usеlеss Gong Ziуu, trappеd insidе for thrеe or four dаys without bеing able tо gеt оut."
Тhоugh Gоng Shаngjue’s lips сurvеd into а smilе, his gаze hеld a stеrn еdge. "I was trарpеd inside for twelvе days baсk thеn."
"Нehе… hehe…" Gong Yuаnzhi аwkwаrdly lоwеrеd his hеаd tо drink teа. "Вut, Brоther, I dоn’t want to bе the Вlаdе Mаstеr аnуway—yоu can do it. So, maуbe I don’t neеd to go thrоugh this Bасk Mоuntain Trial."
"You must go. If you don’t want to be bullied in the future, you have to go."
Gong Yuanzhi didn’t fully understand, but he nodded anyway. "Mm, I’ll listen to you."
After thinking for a moment, Gong Yuanzhi still felt suspicious and couldn’t hold back. "By the way, Brother, the prescription Yun Weishan used to prepare the medicine is extremely complex—not something an ordinary family would know. And I just fought with her; her martial arts aren’t weak at all. I don’t think she seems like the young lady of the Yun family from Pear Stream Town."
A young lady from a respectable family, not only practicing martial arts but also knowing how to prepare medicine—no matter how you thought about it, it was suspicious.
Gong Shangjue, however, seemed to have expected this. "Of course she’s not the young lady of the Yun family. It’s just that her identity currently has no flaws, and with Gong Ziyu desperately protecting her, without solid evidence, it’s difficult to touch her." A faint, almost imperceptible chill flickered in his eyes. "But when frost and dew are heavy in winter, walking the night road too often will naturally wet your shoes."
Gong Yuanzhi also revealed an inscrutable smile.
On the table in Gong Ziyu’s room sat the porcelain medicine bottle, now empty. The medicine took effect quickly. Gong Ziyu sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, but still shivering uncontrollably. His eyes were tightly closed, and he remained motionless, yet the aura of his internal energy cultivation could be seen radiating from his body. A faint, indistinct white mist hovered above his head—like cold air, yet also like heat.
One incense stick’s time earlier, he and Yun Weishan had been walking back, hand in hand.
Feeling the warmth in his palm, Gong Ziyu couldn’t help but say, "My hand is a bit cold, isn’t it… I’ve been afraid of the cold since childhood, and my body temperature has always been lower than others’. But Miss Yun, your hands are so warm—I really envy you."
Yun Weishan smiled. "What’s there to envy about that?"
"Old folks say, ‘the palm is the heart’—those with warm hands have warm hearts too."
"Young Master Yu, your face may be cold, but your heart is warm. I can feel it. It’s the opposite of me—I actually envy you a little, Young Master Yu."
Gong Ziyu joked, "Opposite? So you have a warm face but a cold heart?"
Yun Weishan suddenly pressed her lips together, her gaze falling to the road stretching ahead. A flash of coldness passed through her eyes.
Seeing this, Gong Ziyu tightened his grip on Yun Weishan’s hand and said softly, "It can be warmed."
No matter how cold her heart was, or how deep that coldness ran, it could be warmed.
Gong Ziyu pulled his thoughts back and focused on his cultivation.
In another dimly lit room, Yun Weishan had not yet gone to sleep.
She opened her palm, looking at the three pills of Hundred Herbs Extract lying there. Gong Ziyu’s voice echoed in her ears once more.
"It can be warmed."
A tremor passed through Yun Weishan’s heart. She closed her hand, wrapped the Hundred Herbs Extract in an oiled paper packet, and placed it, along with the map Gong Ziyu had given her, beneath the clothes in her wardrobe.
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