The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness Chapter 24
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Chapter 24
When they’d pledged Feng Tianlan to the Third Prince, the Fengs had handed over their family treasure as a token of the engagement . Feng Xiang didn’t know what the secret treasure was, but it was definitely impressive enough to astound a country . To get his hands on it, he must either get it back after the wedding or annul the engagement, in which case the Emperor would simply return it . These were the only ways he could possibly obtain the token . Anyway, since Feng Tianlan was useless and dumb, it would be easy to swindle her .
However…
Although the Wargod had helped Feng Tianlan today, his stance on the matter remained to be seen . If he chose to intervene, it would be impossible for them to lay a finger on Feng Tianlan . Therefore, they must not let the Wargod think favorably about Feng Tianlan . They should make him hate her .
…
Feng Tianlan returned to the dilapidated courtyard with Chuling in her arms . As soon as she reached the gate, she saw a white figure standing in the yard . In the moonlight, it was like a dream, as if God had suddenly descended from the heavens . She frowned slightly . Hadn’t the Wargod left? Why was he in her run-down yard?
“Are you hurt?”
Si Mobai lifted his gaze . She stood like a bamboo shoot, despite being petite . Her legs were trembling, but she was carrying someone tall in her arms . A loyal and resilient soul . One look and he was reminded of grass stubbornly growing through stone cracks . They were both tenacious and resilient .
Feng Tianlan’s ears tingled at his intoxicating, mellow voice . She nodded blankly and replied, “Wargod, please come back another day . I have something more urgent to attend to . ”
I thought he keeps his distance from women because he’s a misogynist . Why would he come to my wrecked yard in the middle of the night?
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Si Mobai watched Feng Tianlan walk straight past him into the house . He followed her in and watched as she carefully laid Chuling on the bed . She checked on her injuries like she had done it many times before .
“Allow me,” Si Mobai’s offered, seeing her sweat-drenched back .
Feng Tianlan looked up . Before she could say anything, a shallow stream of Spiritual Qi flowed out from Si Mobai and touched Chuling lightly . If Spiritual Qi were not that gentle, Feng Tianlan would have thought that he was going to attack Chuling .
Si Mobai stood in front of her . There was only an inch of distance between them . On his outstretched palm balanced a porcelain vase . His deep, moving eyes gazed piercingly into hers as he said, “Nurturing Pill . ”
Feng Tianlan looked at Si Mobai’s elongated fingers and spaced out for a second . On his right index finger, he wore a semi heart-shaped ring, inlaid with beautiful silver crystals . A larger silver crystal nested in the middle of the band .
That crystal…The long fingers waved in front of her eyes, and she snapped out of her daze . Feng Tianlan took the bottle and out rolled an emerald pill . Judging from its color and fragrance, she could tell that it was a Grade 5 Nurturing Pill . Nurturing Pills were the best medicine for healing . Broken bones typically took a hundred days to mend, but with a Grade 5 Nurturing Pill, they could recover within two weeks .
In the South Winds Nation, a Grade 9 Nurturing Pill cost 1,000 gold coins while a Grade 8 Nurturing Pill cost 3,000 gold coins . There was no fixed price for the Grade 5 Nurturing Pill . There was much demand but no supply, so they could only be found in auctions .
“Thank you . Put the money for the medicine on my tab . I’ll pay you back soon . ”
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Feng Tianlan fed a pill to Chuling and swallowed one herself . There was no need to be concerned about appearances . Healing their injuries was her top priority right now .
“No need . ” Si Mobai looked at her small, outstretched arms, thin and branch-like . He saw an old scar on her slightly exposed wrist . He found this detail mildly glaring . Si Mobai paused, then said, “left hand . ”
Surprised, Feng Tianlan silently chastised him in her heart: Why would you refuse to receive things from my right hand and insist on taking them from my left? What kind of eccentricity is this?
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