Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 327 Arson
Yan Ciwan said with satisfaction, "It looks like the wound is healing quite well!"

The envoy wanted to roar, "Where is it wrong? This wicked woman is clearly lying through her teeth!"
He stared intently at Yan Ciwan, the anger and hatred in his eyes almost tangible.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm telling the truth. Look, your wound has already scabbed over, which means it's healing." Yan Ciwan said confidently. "You should thank me properly. If I hadn't cut off your right arm and found some wood ash to stop the bleeding, you would be a corpse by now."

Your Excellency has never seen such a shameless person.

She was the one who ambushed him with a poisoned needle, causing him to be poisoned and forced to amputate his arm to survive. And now she has the nerve to call herself her benefactor?!
Wait a minute, what did she just say, use wood ash to stop the bleeding?

Could it be that the dark, dirty stuff around his wound is just wood ash?!
The envoy's eyes widened in shock. It turned out that the little cloth bag she had been carrying contained wood ash! She had sprinkled wood ash on his wounds while he was seriously injured and unconscious!
After the initial shock came a wave of fear. He had almost bled to death, and she had simply used wood ash to appease him. If he hadn't been lucky, he would be dead by now!

Ever since he met Yan Ciwan, that vicious woman, the envoy has felt a terrifying sense of dread, as if he were on the verge of death, spending every moment in fear and resentment.

He had originally planned to kill Yan Ciwan as soon as he regained his freedom!
But now he only hopes to get away from this wicked woman as soon as possible. He can postpone his revenge for now. If he stays with this wicked woman for a few more days, he will definitely be tortured to death.

Yan Ciwan stared at his wound for a moment, then frowned and said, "We need to clean off this wood ash. Should we rinse it with water?"

There was no hot water in the room, only a teapot on the table. She picked up the teapot and looked at it; it was filled with cold tea.

"We'll have to make do with this for now." Yan Ciwan poured tea onto the envoy's wound, washing away the ashes and revealing the wound's original appearance.

The envoy was now completely numb and couldn't feel any pain, but the more he felt this way, the more panicked he became. He desperately wanted Yan Ciwan to stop, as getting the wound wet could cause inflammation.

He tried his best but couldn't make a sound; he could only stare intently at Yan Ciwan.

Yan Ciwan put down the teapot, picked up the envoy's coat, and wiped the water off his wound. She suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear, why is it bleeding again? I accidentally wiped off the scab on your wound."

Your Excellency: "..."

I want to swear, but I can't make a sound.

"It's alright, it's alright. Just heat it up with fire, and it'll heal quickly." Yan Ciwan tossed aside her clothes, picked up the oil lamp, and brought it close to the envoy's wound.

The envoy's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You wicked woman, are you trying to kill me?!"

Yan Ciwan exclaimed again, "Oh dear, it seems a little burnt."

The envoy smelled a faint burning odor, and was both angry and anxious, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

Yan Ciwan put down the oil lamp: "You need to apply medicine to your wound quickly."

She rummaged through the cabinet, but returned empty-handed.

"There are no medicines in this room, but don't worry, I'll help you find a way and I promise I won't let you die right now."

After hearing her words, the envoy was not comforted at all; instead, he became even more frightened.

Every time she tried to find a solution, the result was always the same: he was in unbearable pain.

Yan Ciwan drew Ning Dao, the candlelight reflecting off the blade and refracting a chilling light.

The envoy's heart nearly stopped. What was this wicked woman doing with a knife? Was she going to kill someone? Yan Ciwan glanced at him and then turned and walked over. She went to the bedside, reached out and pushed the window, but it didn't budge. It seemed that the window had been sealed off from the outside.

This was within her expectations. She inserted the blade of Ning Dao into the window crack and then slowly slid it until it hit a hard object and was forced to stop.

Just as Yan Ciwan was about to use her internal strength to forcefully break open the window, she suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the roof.

She paused, looked up, and saw that there should be someone on the roof.

It seemed that someone was secretly watching her. If she went out now, she would definitely be caught red-handed. She had no choice but to put away her Ning Blade and turn to look at the peach branch in the vase.

She pulled out the peach branches, broke them off, and threw them into the copper basin she used for washing her face. Then she tore down the portrait hanging on the wall, shredded it, and threw it into the basin as well. Finally, she lit it with a candle.

Flames rose up, and the scraps of paper were burned away in an instant. Peach branches could not be held up for long either, so Yan Ciwan dismantled the screen as well. She broke the wooden frame and threw the pieces into the copper basin one by one.

She was burning up with fever when the door was suddenly opened and two men in black burst in!

"What are you doing? Stop it!"

They roughly pushed Yan Ciwan away, then took off their outer clothes and tried to extinguish the flames in the copper basin. It took the two of them a lot of effort to put out the fire.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, they glared angrily at Yan Ciwan, demanding to know why she had set the fire.

Yan Ciwan looked completely innocent: "I didn't mean to set the fire. I just wanted some wood ash to stop the bleeding from my mother's wound."

A man in black shouted, "If you need medicine, just tell us! How can you start a fire inside? Do you know how dangerous that is? What if you burn the whole house down?!"

Another man in black noticed the empty walls, then looked at the pieces of paper in the copper basin that weren't completely burned. He suddenly screamed, "You didn't burn the portrait of the Moon Goddess, did you?!"

Yan Ciwan asked blankly, "Is that a portrait of the Moon Goddess? I thought it was just an ordinary portrait."

Both men in black felt an urge to crack open Yan Ciwan's head and see what was inside her brain!

One of the men in black stayed behind to clean up the mess and keep an eye on Yan Ciwan to prevent her from causing any more trouble, while the other man in black hurriedly left the courtyard to report what had happened to his superiors.

Yan Ciwan showed no sign of panic after causing trouble. She considerately covered the envoy with a blanket to prevent outsiders from discovering his male identity.

A short while later, the man in black returned, bringing with him a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a black Taoist robe.

The Taoist priest was fair-skinned and plump, showing no trace of the ethereal air of a Taoist practitioner. In particular, when he smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a gentle smile.

He first looked at the copper basin placed outside the door, which contained only ashes and fragments that hadn't been completely burned, and then looked at Yan Ciwan, who was sitting in a chair yawning.

"Madam Xiao, my surname is Su, and my Taoist name is Danxiazi."

Yan Ciwan stood up: "I'm so sorry to trouble Daoist Danxiazi to make such a special trip so late."

"Madam Xiao, you are too kind. I heard that you set the fire in order to obtain ashes to treat your mother's injuries. I wonder how your mother's injuries are? I have some medical knowledge and may be able to help."

(End of this chapter)