Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Hmm, it's too sweet and a bit sticky. Hmm, the taste is good, but it's a bit harsh on the throat."

Shu Zhiyi remained silent, but opened the box on the ground, looking for a container to put the medicinal liquid in. A few days ago, when Zheng Tie took the materials for refining, he took a box of empty bottles containing pills. She had been exploding the cauldron, so the contents of this box had not been used.

She took out the two largest spoons, brought them back, and started filling the medicine. The medicine was too thick, so she filled it slowly. She had only filled it halfway when...

"Ah, ahh, ahhh!!!" Ling Ziyu let out a series of screams.

Shu Zhiyi was so startled that she almost threw the bottle away.

"Can you please stop yelling like that? It makes people think I've done something to you."

"Soo, soothing," Ling Ziyu trembled with excitement.

"I'm not your uncle."

"No, this one, it can be repaired."

"Stop, shut your mouth!" Shu Zhiyi quickly stopped him. Didn't she know that this medicine could repair the spiritual sea?

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Zheng Tie's voice: "Master, what's wrong? What's that smell?"

Shu Zhiyi instinctively put the cauldron into her spatial storage, but the smell was hard to explain, so she mouthed "cry" to Ling Ziyu.

Ling Ziyu instinctively started moaning, "Ugh, ah, ah, hiccup!"

Shu Zhiyi rolled her eyes. Had she really fed him enough?

He shouted towards the door, "Get out!"

The knocking stopped abruptly.

She gestured for Ling Ziyu to continue, took out the cauldron, and continued to fill it with medicine. After she finished filling the cauldron, she cleaned it up. Ling Ziyu was already tired, and the medicine he had drunk earlier was making his throat sore. He could only hum and ask with his eyes if he could stop.

Shu Zhiyi tore his clothes and her own clothes into a mess, ruffled his hair, looked at the handsome man with disheveled hair and clothes, and then pinched his lips hard with her hand.

Ling Ziyu's face had already started to burn when she tugged at his clothes, and now that she was pinching his lips, his neck was turning red.

Shu Zhiyi: "Is it really that bad? If I really did something to you, wouldn't you spontaneously combust?"

When she opened the door to let the smell dissipate, Zheng Tie, who was standing far away, quickly stepped forward and glanced at Ling Ziyu, who was huddled in a chair with her head down.

"Master, shall we help Young Master Ziyu take a bath?"

"Just bring some hot water over."

"This taste?"

"Zheng Tie, is this a question an outsider like you should be asking?"

"Master, Young Master Ziyu is not in good health and should not be given these strong medications. He cannot withstand them."

"Hehe, that's funny. We both know who you are and what your purpose is. Why would you care about what he's like? What I want to do is none of your business." Shu Zhiyi slowly straightened her clothes, letting him misunderstand. She didn't know how she would have gotten away with such a strong smell, but Ling Ziyu and Zheng Tie ended up in the erotic track by mistake.

Fine, I'll just accept it then. Anyway, in this world, this kind of thing doesn't really hurt women.

"I,"

"Go fetch some hot water! Aren't you the city lord's subordinate? Can't I get my hands on you? Or should I send you back?"

"Your subordinate dares not, I will go and fetch water right away."

By the time Zheng Tie brought the hot water, Ling Ziyu had already returned to the inner room. Shu Zhiyi took the hot water and went into the inner room.

The doors and windows of the refining room were open, and Zheng Tie had never been given any aphrodisiacs, so he assumed the lingering sweet smell was that kind of drug.

He glanced disdainfully at the tightly closed inner room door. A useless person with a shattered spiritual sea, and an orphan girl with despicable methods—he really didn't know what the city lord was worried about that required him to personally keep an eye on things.

As the footsteps outside faded away, Shu Zhiyi wiped her face with a wrung-out cloth, then went to the bedside, lay down, and turned to look at Ling Ziyu, who was still standing with his cane.

"Isn't there a deck chair over there? You can make do with that one."

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh." Ling Ziyu moved over step by step, sat on the recliner, and stared at the ceiling with her eyes open.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly, "How did you concoct this medicinal liquid?"

"what?"

Ling Ziyu quickly realized what was happening: "I didn't mean to inquire about the pill formula, I..."

In fact, most of the pill formulas in this world are public knowledge. Because of factors like talent and the limitations of materials, the same method and materials will produce different qualities of pills for different people.

However, some spirit assistants have their own special techniques that they only pass on to their descendants.

Shu Zhiyi simply didn't know what to say: "I don't know how it was made either. I just threw in all the remaining materials and let it refine itself, and this is how it turned out."

Ling Ziyu suddenly sat up straight: "You put them all in?"

"Yeah, didn't you see the place where you put the materials is all empty?"

He has no interest in reading those things.

"What was left at the time? Purple Ganoderma, Yuanxin Root, what else? No, there were also refining crystals. Did you put them all in?" Ling Ziyu muttered listlessly.

Shu Zhiyi closed her eyes, preparing to sleep for a while. She knew that she might not be able to refine the same medicine again. It wasn't just a matter of the Rejuvenation Pill; it was just a gut feeling that this medicine was a unique one.

Ling Zian returned early today. As soon as he got back, Zheng Tie told him in a tone that was concerned but actually gloating that Ziyu had been forced to have sex with their mistress using a potent drug.

When Ling Zian hurriedly pushed open the door to the inner room of the refining room, he saw his younger brother leaning back in a recliner, making a shushing gesture to him.

"Ziyu, you,"

"Brother, keep your voice down, the wife is asleep."

A group of subordinates who had just arrived were standing outside. Ling Zi'an had just returned when he received the news. Before he could even make arrangements for these people, he led them into the refining room in a flurry.

Shu Zhiyi was already awake when he barged in. Although the people outside didn't say anything, she could definitely sense that so many people were standing at the open doorway of the inner room.

The two brothers had barely exchanged two sentences when Shu Zhiyi spoke up: "Ling Zi'an, take your men and leave."

His tone was cold, clearly indicating that he was angry.

Ling Ziyu pushed away her brother, who was half-squatting beside her, gave him a wink, and then walked to the bedside with her crutches.

"My lady, please don't be angry. My brother was just worried about me and lost his composure."

"Hmph, is that so?" Although Shu Zhiyi was angry, she could understand that respect is based on strength. The respect that the weak receive is the upbringing and reward of the strong.

If she were a powerful figure capable of overwhelming all, she wouldn't be forced to marry anyone, and no one would dare to lead a group to directly break into her resting place.

"Brother, go settle them in first, I'll talk to you later."

Ling Zi'an sensed that something was wrong. He glanced at his younger brother, turned around, and left, closing the door behind him.