After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, its golden light is tinged with a warm orange hue, streaming obliquely through the window and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Just then, Bai Zhi hurried over, carrying a jade bottle in her hand, and rushed to Jiang Huaijin with an anxious expression: "Junior Brother Jiang, here is the Qingyu Pill for you."

She carefully poured out a glistening white pill and handed it to Jiang Huaijin.

Jiang Huaijin released his hand from his nose, his fingertips already stained with dark red blood. He took the pill, tilted his head back and swallowed it. As his Adam's apple bobbed, the pill went into his stomach.

A gentle medicinal power quickly spread throughout the body, slowly flowing into the nasal cavity, and the tearing pain was slightly relieved.

"Junior Brother Jiang, let me take you to the pharmacy for a proper diagnosis and treatment."

Seeing that his face was still pale, Bai Zhi said in a low voice.

Jiang Huaijin shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I can go by myself."

Just before turning to leave, he glanced intently at Xie Xingran in He Anyao's arms. There was no anger in his eyes, only a bottomless chill, as if he was brewing something. Then he withdrew his gaze and walked away.

Xie Xingran didn't look at him again from beginning to end. She just lay lazily in He Anyao's arms, her little head buried in the crook of her neck, muttering something to herself.

He Anyao gently patted his back, her fingertips affectionately poking his delicate cheek, her tone tinged with a hint of helpless reproach:

"Ranran, you can't be so impulsive in the future. Look, you've even broken your brother's nose."

"It wasn't me acting impulsively!"

Xie Xingran suddenly raised her head, pouting, her eyes slightly red, and retorted defiantly.

"My brother hit me first! He hit my palm so hard!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his fair little hand and waved it in front of He Anyao.

"That's true..."

He Anyao looked at her grandson's reddened eyes, and swallowed back the words she was about to say.

She originally wanted to bring up Lu Chengyuan's matter, thinking that Jiang Huaijin had a reason for hitting his palm, but then she thought of Xie Xingran's aggrieved look just now, and finally sighed softly and didn't continue the topic.

She reached out her fingertip and gently tapped Xie Xingran's little nose, saying softly:

"Fine, even if your brother started it, you shouldn't have kicked him so hard his nose. When he comes back from the pharmacy later, go apologize to him, okay?"

"I'll apologize, but my brother has to apologize to me too!"

Xie Xingran immediately chimed in, her voice crisp and full of willfulness, "He hit my palm just now, and it hurt!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

He Anyao was amused by his appearance and quickly agreed, "You two should apologize to each other, and that'll be the end of it, okay?"

He Anyao was not an unreasonable person. She had seen Jiang Huaijin's dedication to the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land over the years and his care for Xie Xingran, and she knew that he was a steady and reliable good boy.

The reason I hit Xie Xingran's palm earlier was because I didn't understand the cause and effect of the matter and was worried that Xie Xingran would get into trouble with Lu Chengyuan, so I acted rashly in a moment of panic.

When it comes to responsibility, she knew in her heart that Xie Xingran and Jiang Huaijin were roughly equal.

One is his beloved grandson, the future heir to the Fire Marrow Elixir Holy Land; the other is his daughter's last disciple, calm and capable, a powerful assistant to the Holy Land in the future.

He Anyao didn't want them to have any rift over such a small matter. When Xie Xingran inherits the Holy Land in the future, with Jiang Huaijin assisting him, things will definitely be much easier.

"Um!"

Xie Xingran immediately agreed with a happy expression, her big eyes sparkling, looking exceptionally well-behaved.

But no one knew that he had already rolled his eyes inwardly.

Apologize to Jiang Huaijin? That's a pipe dream! Not killing this eyesore outright is already giving him face!

It's just a formality, just to appease Grandma.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Xie Xingran seemed to suddenly remember something. The joy in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of barely perceptible loss.

He looked up at He Anyao's gentle face, his voice soft and hesitant, asking cautiously, "Grandma, then... do I still need to apologize to that Lu Chengyuan?"

He Anyao was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then her gaze towards Xie Xingran instantly filled with relief, and even her tone softened: "Ranran, why did you suddenly think of this?"

Xie Xingran immediately lowered her head, her small hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her voice full of guilt: "I also hit that Lu Chengyuan before... I know I was wrong, shouldn't I apologize to him too?"

"Ranran is such a kind-hearted and good child!"

He Anyao's heart melted. She quickly stroked his soft hair, her voice overflowing with joy and pride.

"It's good that Ranran knows she was wrong, there's no need for an apology. Grandma has already compensated Lu Chengyuan, so let's just let this matter go."

In He Anyao's view, Lu Chengyuan was just a disciple with mixed spiritual roots, low cultivation, and ordinary status. Being able to enter the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land as a nominal disciple was already an immense favor.

After all, which other sect or force doesn't only accept disciples with five or more spiritual roots?

Xie Xingran is the noble heir of the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land, and his status is extremely precious. Why would he need to lower himself to apologize to a "good-for-nothing"?

Even if Lu Chengyuan was indeed innocent in this disaster, he is not worthy of her grandson bowing his head.

"Is it really possible?"

Xie Xingran raised her head, her eyes filled with doubt, her tone tinged with worry:

"Will Father and Mother be angry when they find out? Brother Jiang Huaijin said before that he was going to tell Father and Mother about this."

In fact, Jiang Huaijin never said he would tell Liu Qingwan and her husband about this, but Xie Xingran still felt uneasy.

He had witnessed Liu Qingwan sending letters to Jiang Huaijin more than once, and the letters were all about him. The thought of this made his heart ache.

What could possibly require Mother to bypass her own son and speak to an outsider like Jiang Huaijin? Now that he has fallen out with Jiang Huaijin, who knows if Jiang Huaijin will speak ill of him to Mother?

"Don't worry, it's okay."

He Anyao patted his back and assured him firmly, "If your parents really ask, your grandmother will explain to them personally, and I guarantee they won't say a bad word about you."

"Okay, thank you, Grandma!"

Xie Xingran immediately beamed and gave He Anyao a sweet smile. The smile was pure and harmless, which made He Anyao very happy.

He snuggled closer to He Anyao and continued, "Grandma, I have a small request. Could you transfer Lu Chengyuan and that disciple named Wu Hao to stay by my side?"

He paused, his tone filled with pity: "I heard that both of them have very pitiful backgrounds, and I want to help them."

"sure!"

He Anyao agreed without hesitation.

At this moment, in her heart, Xie Xingran was an incredibly well-behaved, sensible, and kind child.

Despite lacking parental companionship from a young age, she has grown up to be so sensible and kind-hearted, which makes He Anyao both proud and heartbroken.

Now, Xie Xingran is willing to fulfill any request she makes.

Moreover, it's just transferring two insignificant nominal disciples. For the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land, it's a piece of cake. Why not do it if it makes their grandson happy?