After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Old Xue asked, "Who would put aconite in the medicine in May?"

Song Fulang was taken aback, then angrily said, "It was Ma Erquezi! When I was preparing medicine for Wuyue, I saw him lurking around outside the yard, doing something suspicious!"

"Never mind who poisoned us," Le Haochuan asked. "How do we cure it?"

Old Xue said, "This poison is easy to cure, but the problem is that there's no medicine! We need the root of a snow herb that's over three years old as a guide. This snow herb only grows at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the border of Yunzhou. Even the biggest pharmacies in the county town might not have it..."

"Why don't we go and see for ourselves?" Le Haochuan said. "Besides snow grass, what else do we need?"

"I have all the other medicines." Old Xue took a money pouch from the drawer and threw it to him. "Snow Grass is expensive. If you can't buy it, then you'll have to snatch it back."

Le Haochuan: "..."

It's late at night now, and the town gates are closed. If you want to enter the town, you have to sneak in.

Le Haochuan felt he must be quite skilled at scaling walls, as he seemed to have never liked using the main gate before.

He went to a shop first, knocked on a high table, and pushed in a jade plaque.

The jade plaque is entirely jet black, yet it is interspersed with intense gilding, giving it a shimmering, iridescent quality and a strange, captivating beauty.

The night watchman was drowsy when he heard someone knocking on the table. He looked up and saw this exquisite jade tablet.

The black jade that produced gold, though only two fingers wide, was quite rare; at least he had never seen such a strange piece of black jade in his life.

Pawnshops don't ask where the money came from; "pawn it for 300 taels if it's alive, pawn it for 1,000 taels if it's dead."

Le Haochuan paused for a moment, then said, "Deadly."

After leaving the pawnshop, he went straight to the largest clinic in the county town with a thousand taels of silver in his pocket.

Not long after Le Haochuan left, Chao Feng put the jade pendant into a sandalwood box and sent it to the capital overnight.

Since it's a dead pawn, the jade is entirely at the pawnshop's disposal.

The owner was worried that the Chamber of Commerce didn't have anything special to attract customers this year, and this jade was excellent. If he could win the top prize, he could move up his position.

The snow grass in the clinic is even more expensive than a hundred-year-old ginseng; a single plant costs a thousand taels of silver.

Le Haochuan paid the money quickly and decisively, then returned to the thatched cottage with Xuecao.

When Song Wuyue was rescued, it was already past midnight.

Old Man Xue said everything was alright, and Mr. Song was finally relieved.

Le Haochuan turned and left.

"Where are you going?" Old Xue asked.

Le Haochuan said, "Let's just take a walk."

Old Xue said, "Don't kill him."

Le Haochuan paused, then said, "I'll try my best."

Song Fulang's attention was entirely focused on his young son, so he was completely unaware of the meaning behind the two men's words.

When Le Haochuan found Ma Er Quezi, he was drinking in the yard with a few cronies.

Sitting in the kitchen was a husband who was engrossed in his work. He was ugly and had a large red birthmark on his face.

While the men outside were eating meat and drinking wine, this ugly husband was eating wild vegetable porridge in the kitchen.

Le Haochuan asked, "Did you know that Ma Erquezi drugged Song Wuyue?"

The ugly husband was startled by the sudden male voice. His eyes darted around, and he said in a panic, "What did you say? I don't know."

Le Haochuan didn't waste any more words with him and went to the yard.

A man was facing him. He had drunk quite a bit, his eyes were blurry, and his speech was somewhat slurred. He hiccuped as he said, "This... isn't this the adulterer that Chai Xiaoyu picked up?"

The group turned around and saw that Ma Er the Cripple was laughing, "It really is true."

Chai Xiaoyu is Song Fulang's maiden name.

Le Haochuan kicked one of the men aside and sat down on the bench with an air of superiority. "You poisoned Song Wuyue?"

Although Ma Er the Cripple had been drinking, his mind was still clear. "What poison? I don't have any—"

Le Haochuan pressed down on Ma Er Quezi's head and slammed it hard against the wooden table.

The bowl and plate shattered with a crisp sound, and fresh blood dripped down the edge of the table from the broken ceramic.

The others were jolted back to reality by the scene, and by the time they came to their senses, Le Haochuan had already swaggered away.

Ma Er the Cripple let out a furious roar. He raised his head, his face was slashed and broken, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

"What are you standing there for? Beat him to death!" Ma Er the Cripple grabbed a long bench and smashed it down on Le Haochuan's back.

His movements, though seemingly swift and ruthless, appeared somewhat inadequate in Le Haochuan's eyes.

He easily sidestepped and delivered a reverse kick, sending Ma Er the Cripple flying more than ten feet away.

Seeing this, the others realized the situation and scattered like birds and beasts.

Fair-weather friends, not a single one of them is sincere.

After Le Haochuan left, the ugly husband didn't want to care about Ma Er, who was almost dying from pain.

But he was a young man with no relatives or friends, and the only person he could rely on was this man.

Inside the thatched hut, Old Man Xue saw Le Haochuan return and asked, "Is he alright?"

"He's not dead."

Old Xue nodded. "It's good that he's not dead. We're all neighbors. If he had died, it would have been quite troublesome."

Le Haochuan asked suspiciously, "You're so morally upright?"

Old Xue angrily retorted, "What kind of talk is that!"

Le Haochuan said lazily, "Human language."

Old Xue: I'm so angry!

Soon, the news that Ma Er the Cripple had been beaten so badly that his face was disfigured spread throughout the surrounding villages.

Old Xue was speechless when he heard this, saying that you shouldn't hit someone in the face.

Le Haochuan replied, "I didn't slap your face, I slapped the back of your head."

He was perfectly justified, saying, "Who told me to fall face-first? How can you blame me for this?"

Old Xue: Speechless, I don't want to talk.

Song Fulang guessed that Le Haochuan was behind it, so he silently killed an old hen that laid eggs, stewed it, and sent it to the thatched cottage.

When Song Wuyue had his accident, the person who suffered the most, besides Song's husband, was Zhou Shouyan.

The eight-year-old boy's eyes were swollen from crying, and he still needed five-year-old Song Wuyue to comfort him.

On one side, the two childhood sweethearts were innocent and carefree, while on the other side, Le Haochuan was caught by Old Man Xue and forced to practice the Flowing Shadow Blade Technique and the Heavenly Extreme Heart Sutra.

I don't know if Old Man Xue is fond of being a teacher, but he teaches quite seriously.

……

The Lin family mansion in the capital.

Lin Nian has been back in the capital for two months. He has been staying at his father's house and dares not return to the Prince Cheng's residence.

For three years, there was no word from Yin Cheng.

The Wuding River was so deep that everyone said that King Cheng was dead.

But he firmly believed in his heart that Yin Cheng was not dead, and dared not see anything related to Yin Cheng again.

I'm afraid the sight of it will trigger painful memories.

The Lin family felt sorry for their young master and dared not mention anything related to Yin Cheng again.

Lin Nian sat by the window, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Er paced back and forth at the door, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Xia Ying couldn't stand it any longer and snatched the brocade box from Lin Er's hand.

He knocked on the door. "Nian-ge'er, may I come in?"

Lin Nian wiped away her tears and said gently, "Second brother-in-law, please come in."

When Xia Ying entered the room, he immediately noticed the slightly red eyes of the person on the soft couch, but he didn't ask anything.

"Your second brother and I saw something rare at the trade fair, and we thought you would like it." Xia Ying pushed the brocade box in front of Lin Nian. "Your second brother said you like jade, so this jade pendant is the perfect gift for you."

Lin Nian knew that his family was worried about him. They didn't say it, but they were just afraid that he would be sad.

Thinking about this, Lin Nian felt he shouldn't have done that. He forced a smile and said, "My second brother-in-law is so kind."