Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

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"It doesn't matter!"

Sheng Changquan's face was still pale, but he spoke softly, afraid that the maids around him would worry.

Although Cuiming was given to him by Old Madam Sheng, Sheng Changquan knew the old lady's good intentions and that she would not have any ill intentions towards him. Therefore, he accepted Cuiming.

It can be said that Cuiming, Ziyuan, and several others were people he trusted.

Of course, this "trust" is not absolute. As long as it doesn't involve his major affairs, he is still willing to trust them on other minor matters.

Beside her, Kikyo, like a little rabbit drenched in a downpour and shivering, stood guard by Sheng Changquan's bedside with red eyes, all traces of her usual lively and clever nature gone.

She bit her lower lip hard, her teeth almost digging into her flesh, barely managing to suppress the sobs in her throat.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she wanted to ask the young master if he was in pain, or to curse the fourth young lady, but when she saw the young master's pale but still calm profile, she was afraid of disturbing his rest, so she swallowed her words.

Finally, with a heavy sob in her voice, she muttered repeatedly to the air, in a tone only she could hear, "Fourth Miss... is so vicious!"

"Young Master's hands... those are the hands that will write top-ranking essays and bring him to the top of the imperial examinations! How could she dare... how could she dare..."

The resentment and heartache for the young master in that voice were almost overflowing.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Changquan's lips curved almost imperceptibly, then returned to calm, though he lowered his thick eyelashes to conceal the fleeting coldness deep within his eyes.

On the other side, the aster resembled a calm, deep pool of water.

She silently tidied up the medicine bowls and the cloths stained with glaring bright red, her movements swift, meticulous, and thorough, just as composed as her personality.

Unlike Kikyo, Shion didn't show her emotions outwardly, but her thin lips pressed into a straight line and her slightly reddened eyes, which were trying hard not to let the tears fall, silently revealed her inner worry and anger.

She carefully folded the last bloodstained cloth, walked to Cuiming's side, and said in a very low voice, "Sister Cuiming, I'll go to the small kitchen and keep an eye on things. Make some red date and angelica root black chicken soup for the young master to nourish his blood and qi."

"Also, Qingfeng and Mingyue are young girls, and they must have been frightened today. I'll go check on them and give them a few words of advice, making sure they don't disturb the young master's rest in his panic."

She chose to silently protect and care for the young master's health with the most practical and comforting actions, and to reassure everyone at Zeyutang so that order and peace could be restored to the place as soon as possible.

In the other side room, the two little girls, Xiao Qingfeng and Xiao Mingyue, were indeed quite frightened.

Because of their young age, Cuiming asked them to return the job and not to serve.

At this moment, Xiao Qingfeng was huddled in the corner of the dormitory, hugging his knees. His small body was still trembling slightly, his face was deathly pale, and his big eyes were filled with fear, like a frightened fawn.

"Mingyue..." she said timidly, her voice trembling with tears, as she asked Mingyue, who was also huddled up beside her, "Do you think... will the young master's hand... will it be ruined?"

“I…I overheard an old woman whispering to Zhang Mama that if you hurt your tendons, you…you’ll never be able to write again…”

Mingyue was even younger and more naive, but she knew that the young master's injury was a terrible thing.

Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head vigorously, her little braids swaying as she cried out, "No...no way! Sister Qingfeng, don't talk nonsense!"

"Young Master is the best of people! The Bodhisattva will protect him! Sister Ziyuan just said that Young Master is a lucky person and will definitely get better!"

As she spoke, she reached out her little hand and hugged Qingfeng's arm tightly. The two little girls snuggled together, using each other's faint body heat to dispel the chill in their hearts. Their little hearts were filled with worry for the young master and deep fear of the perpetrator.

……

Seeing that Sheng Changquan seemed to have closed his eyes in exhaustion, Cuiming gave Jiegeng and Ziyuan a wink. The three of them moved very quietly, like silent cats, and quietly withdrew from the inner room, carefully closing the door behind them.

As the door slammed shut, silence returned to the room.

On the bed, the carefully maintained calm and weakness on Sheng Changquan's face vanished instantly. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk and deep as a cold pool; where was there any trace of his sickly appearance?
He slowly raised his injured right hand, his fingers spreading and closing, moving his joints flexibly, feeling the stinging pain from the wound.

His brow furrowed slightly, not because he was impatient with the pain, but because he was accurately assessing how the injury limited his current mobility and estimating the time required for a full recovery.

Fortunately, this body is not ordinary.

Sheng Changquan silently twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of a smile.

He focused his mind and activated the mysterious and unpredictable mental power in his sea of ​​consciousness, guiding a warm yet powerful and strange energy within his body to quietly flow to the wound on his right hand.

This extraordinary ability, originating from his "golden touch," is like the most precise craftsman, silently accelerating the reorganization and healing of cells.

Subtle changes, barely perceptible to the naked eye, occur deep within the wound, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

This special ability was his greatest asset in traversing this world, and it was also a closely guarded secret.

As it ages, it has long since grown to an inhuman level, not only tempering its physical body to surpass the limits of the mortal world, but also enabling it to achieve a terrifying state of "one proof for eternity" in its control over itself.

Lu Hongti is already a top expert in the Lüliang Mountains. He was able to defeat him two years ago, and now he is even more unfathomable.

Although this superpower can only be applied to himself for the time being, it is enough to make him invincible.

"It seems that if I activate it to the fullest extent, by this time tomorrow, the wound will be completely healed, without even leaving a scar," Sheng Changquan thought to himself, his eyes gleaming.

"but……"

His gaze swept over the heavily bandaged right hand. "This apparent 'serious injury' is an excellent cover-up; there's no need to rush its recovery. We should at least have Father... add a few more sparks to Fourth Sister's fire!"

He felt no sibling affection for Sheng Molan, only cold scheming.

"Repay kindness with kindness, and repay injustice with justice"—this was his unwavering principle.

……

Linxi Pavilion

Sheng Hong's thunderous rage and ruthless decision to imprison Mo Lan in the ancestral hall was like a bucket of ice water, shattering Lin Qinshuang's last shred of hope.

She was sent back to Linxi Pavilion, looking distraught and with her hair in disarray. The moment the door closed, all the strength that had been supporting her seemed to vanish instantly, and she collapsed to the ground.

However, this weakness lasted only a moment before boundless fear and resentment lashed out at her like poisonous vines, almost suffocating her.

"Mo'er... my Mo'er..." She gripped the cold floor tightly, her nails almost breaking, and a hoarse sound like that of a wounded mother beast came from her throat.

The coldness in Sheng Hong's eyes, the murderous intent hidden in the old lady, and Sheng Changquan's hand wrapped in thick gauze... every scene was like a red-hot branding iron, burning her nerves.

That wasn't a warning, that was a death warrant!
It was a guillotine hanging over her and Mo Lan's heads, ready to fall at any moment!

In her eyes, Sheng Hong's concern for Sheng Changquan and his regret over that injured hand were irrefutable proof that he had completely abandoned Mo'er!
Sheng Changfeng followed timidly in, his voice trembling with tears as he tried to help her up: "Mother...my sister..."

"roll!"

Lin Qinshuang suddenly looked up, her once charming eyes now bloodshot, filled with deep hatred and an almost manic light, startling Sheng Changfeng so much that he stumbled.

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