Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

After listening, Jiang Yining raised her hand and flicked Fan Chenxin's forehead.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fan Chenxin stood frozen in place.

Her fingertips were still a little cool, but when they landed on his forehead, they calmed him down completely.

"Zhang Kuang deserves to die, not only because he poisoned April, but also because he tried to kill me."

Fan Chenxin lowered his eyes.

"I know."

"you do not know."

Jiang Yining pulled his hand down and pressed it to her chest. "You used too much of your energy last night, your face is as white as paper, and you still dare to say you can hold on. Now stop your practice and sit properly."

"Your poison..."

"It's all over now."

"real?"

"real."

Fan Chenxin stared at her for a long time, as if she still couldn't believe it.

Jiang Yining sighed, then leaned over and touched his forehead to hers.

"If I really can't hold on any longer, you'll be the first person I call. Are you satisfied now?"

Fan Chenxin's breath hitched, and after a long while, he responded softly.

"satisfy."

Wu Bao emerged from behind the screen, holding a small wooden puppet in his arms, his eyes red.

"Mother is not dead."

Jiang Yining carried her to the bed: "Of course she's not dead. April did very well last night, she didn't run around or steal any pastries."

Wu Bao pursed her lips: "But April wants to bite bad guys."

Fan Chenxin straightened her messy hair.

"The bad guy is dead. From now on, if you give food to a stranger, show it to me and your mother first, understand?"

"I've got it."

Wu Bao paused, then added seriously, "What if Uncle Zhonghua gave it to us?"

Jiang Yining smiled: "I'll take a look first too."

By daybreak, news of Zhang Kuang's death outside the Yunhe Inn had spread throughout Tianhuang City.

Some say he broke into the guest room at night to seek revenge, some say he fell on the roof, and others say the young master of the Zhang family provoked someone he shouldn't have. Even when the elders of the Zhang family arrived early in the morning, they didn't dare to cause trouble directly and just took the body away with grim faces.

The innkeeper of Yunhe Inn was so frightened that he closed the doors to guests, and even the waiters downstairs walked with trembling feet.

Lou Xiaotian kicked open his front door when he heard that "Miss Jiang is suspected of being poisoned and injured."

He hadn't even put on his outer robe properly, and was carrying a long ebony box in his arms. Several Lou family guards carrying medicine boxes followed behind him. He rushed all the way from the Lou family's main residence to the Yunhe Inn, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Get out of the way!"

He pushed the shopkeeper, who was blocking the stairwell, aside.

"Which room does Miss Jiang live in?"

The shopkeeper said with a bitter face, "Young master, there are guards on the top floor... there are guards there."

"No one can guard it."

Lou Xiaotian hugged the wooden box tightly. "I brought a ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng. If she really has been poisoned by the bone-dissolving powder, ordinary medicine simply cannot suppress it."

He rushed up the stairs, taking three steps at a time, but stopped abruptly as soon as he turned the corner.

Fan Chenxin stood outside Jiang Yining's door.

He was not wearing an outer robe, and his shoulders and back were sharp and strong, with a few light red scratch marks remaining on his chest and collarbone.

He was holding a copper basin filled with blood, with strips of white cloth soaking in it, indicating that the wound had just been treated.

He looked up at Lou Xiaotian, his face expressionless, yet this calmness was more infuriating than any provocation.

Lou Xiaotian's gaze fell on the red marks, and his face darkened inch by inch.

"What are you doing here?"

Fan Chenxin steadied the copper basin: "Take care of her."

"Does taking care of her require stripping down like this?"

"There was an assassin last night; my clothes are stained with blood."

Lou Xiaotian sneered: "Your injuries are quite convenient, all in visible places?"

Fan Chenxin didn't explain, but simply turned to block the crack in the door.

"She needs to rest. If Young Master Lou is just here to watch the fun, you can go back now."

"Who said I came here just to watch the show?"

Lou Xiaotian handed over the ebony box, his voice trembling, "I brought a ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng. She's been poisoned and needs to take the medicine immediately."

"Her poison has been neutralized."

"You think you can just solve it like that?"

"I watched her get better with my own eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Xiaotian tightened his grip on the box.

He passed by Fan Chenxin's shoulder and finally saw Jiang Yining on the couch through the half-open door.

Jiang Yining wore a loose, moon-white outer robe, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her face was still somewhat pale.

She was leaning against a soft pillow peeling fruit for Wubao, and there was a ring of red marks on her exposed wrist that had not yet faded.

Lou Xiaotian's gaze lingered on the circle of marks, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He slammed his hand on the wooden handrail, and a long crack appeared in the thick railing.

"What exactly did you do last night?"

Fan Chenxin placed the copper basin at his feet and stood even straighter.

"Save people."

"Could rescuing someone leave such marks?"

"She was poisoned, and I used my own blood and qi to protect her pulse."

"Then why didn't you come to find me?"

Lou Xiaotian stared at Jiang Yining, his voice urgent and disordered, "The Lou family has pharmacists, detoxifiers, and even Earth-grade protective pills. What if something happens while you've been hiding in the house all night?"

Jiang Yining, who was listening inside, had a headache and raised her voice, saying, "Young Master Lou, come in and talk."

Fan Chenxin still wanted to stop him.

"Let him in."

Jiang Yining's tone was calm, yet undeniable.

Lou Xiaotian pushed Fan Chenxin aside and went into the house carrying the ebony box.

When he reached the bedside, all the words he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

Jiang Yining looked up at him.

"Young Master Lou, are you in such a hurry because you're afraid I won't be able to repay the favor I owe you regarding the Blood Spirit Mushroom?"

"I am not."

Lou Xiaotian blurted out, then lowered his voice, "I heard that Zhang Kuang broke into the inn at night and even poisoned Wu Bao. I'm afraid you'll get hurt, and I'm afraid you won't have any medicine by yourself."

"I'm all alone."

After Jiang Yining finished speaking, seeing that his expression became even more stiff, she added, "But I have received your sentiments."

Lou Xiaotian quickly shoved the ebony box into her hands, as if afraid he would regret it.

"This is a ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng left in the Lou family's treasure trove. It was originally intended to prolong the lives of the elders in the family. Don't ask about the price, and don't say you owe me a favor. Take it to replenish your qi and blood. If it's not enough, I'll go find some more."

Jiang Yining opened the wooden box.

The blood ginseng was as long as an arm, with roots like fine, reddish-gold threads. Its rich, bloody aura warmed the air inside the room.

Fan Chenxin stood aside, her gaze fixed on the blood ginseng, her expression growing even colder.

"Young Master Lou is quite generous."

Lou Xiaotian raised his chin: "What I give her, naturally has to be the best."

"What's best for her isn't necessarily what's right for her."

"It's better than some people who just keep her cooped up inside."

Fan Chenxin took half a step forward.

Jiang Yining raised her hand and handed the blood ginseng directly to Wu Bao.

"April, open your mouth."

The room fell silent.

Lou Xiaotian's eyes widened: "Miss Jiang, this is a ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng. Even if it's for a child, it should be sliced ​​and refined, not directly..."

Wu Bao had already hugged the blood ginseng and took a big bite with a crunch.

A crisp sound rang out, and bright red juice dripped down her fair chin onto her clothes.

She chewed until her cheeks were bulging, her heterochromatic eyes curved into crescents, and her fox tail swayed happily.

"It's sweet, and a little spicy."

Lou Xiaotian froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"She...she ate the ancient blood ginseng like a radish?"

Jiang Yining took a handkerchief and wiped Wu Bao's mouth.

"She was frightened last night, so she should eat something good to calm her nerves."

Fan Chenxin reached out and took the blood ginseng, then broke off another, thinner section of root for Wu Bao.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Wu Bao clung tightly to the roots, saying, "Uncle Chen Xin, you can eat too."

"I won't eat it."

"Uncle Planting Flowers eats too."

Lou Xiaotian felt a pang of heartache as he watched the life-saving medicine he had brought being broken into pieces, but when Wu Bao handed him that small piece, he instinctively took it.

"I...I'm not hungry."

Wu Bao tilted his head: "But Uncle Zhonghua's face is red, like he has a fever."

Jiang Yining suppressed a laugh and leaned back against the soft pillow.

Lou Xiaotian held the piece of blood ginseng, his gaze shifting between her and Fan Chenxin, a bitter feeling in his heart almost overwhelming him.

He wanted to ask what exactly happened last night, why Fan Chenxin was guarding this place, and whether he had misread the red mark on Jiang Yining's wrist.

But looking at her pale face, he couldn't bring himself to ask her anything.

After a while, he looked away, his voice a little hoarse.

"Take good care of your injuries. If the Zhang family dares to come again, I will have the Lou family guard outside the inn. You don't need to be afraid of them."

Jiang Yining looked at him, her tone softening.

"Young Master Lou, I am not afraid of the Zhang family, but I appreciate this favor."

Lou Xiaotian's ears burned. Just as he was about to say that he didn't need to appreciate it, Wu Bao had already bitten the last piece of blood ginseng, making juice splatter everywhere, and even looked up at him with her little face.

"Uncle, are you heartbroken for us?"

Lou Xiaotian opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

Jiang Yining brushed the ginseng whiskers off Wu Bao's clothes and looked at him with a smile.

"If Young Master Lou is worried about the blood ginseng, how about I buy you two baskets of wild ginseng to compensate you?"