"Brother, what do you mean by this?"
Nan Yuan'er quickly walked to Nan Chaoyun's side, took his arm, and looked at Nan Yujin with tearful eyes, questioning him.
That face again.
She always used the most innocent face to do the most wicked things.
If he could, Nan Yujin really wanted to tear her face apart.
Nan Shiying's gaze shifted from Madam Wang and landed on Nan Chaoyun and Nan Yuan'er. She was slightly taken aback.
Nan Chaoyun's temples were frosted with white. In just a few days, he had become much more weathered, as if he had aged ten years. Supported by Nan Yuan'er, his body swayed precariously, resembling Madam Wang's state when her heart meridian was damaged by excessive grief back then.
Tsk.
Nan Shiying clicked her tongue.
Grief?
She didn't believe it!
"What do I mean?" Nan Yujin would naturally not leave any room for criticism. He said, "I merely wish to ascertain the cause of mother's death. What, does it offend your eyes?"
"Father has already invited a physician. Do you not believe the physician, or do you not believe Father?"
"Naturally, I do not believe the physician!"
Nan Yujin looked at Nan Yuan'er, his eyes filled with naked, undisguised disgust. His gaze fell on Nan Yuan'er's wrist. Nan Yuan'er's hand felt as if it were being burned. She quickly hid her hand behind her back. The sense of inferiority and panic that flashed through her heart at that moment was a humiliation to her, and Nan Yujin's gaze was a further insult.
She wished she could carve him into a thousand pieces.
"Enough!"
Nan Chaoyun stopped their argument. A flicker of exhaustion appeared in his eyes. His gaze swept past Nan Yujin and turned to Feng Luan: "Divine Physician Feng, you have worked hard today. If you do not find it objectionable, you may rest here for the night."
Nan Chaoyun's intention to dismiss them was quite clear.
To be honest, Nan Shiying made this trip merely to see Madam Wang and determine whether she had died of illness or something else.
Madam Wang's face and lips were purplish, and obvious venous return had appeared on her body. Preliminary examination suggested death from sudden myocardial infarction.
Of course, those who died from You Lian also presented with such a state.
Nan Shiying reached into her怀中, dipped some white powder, and applied it to Madam Wang's nose and mouth. The powder slowly changed color. The light red powder was reflected in Nan Shiying's eyes. Nan Shiying's eyebrows rose slightly. Hearing Nan Chaoyun's voice, she casually wiped the powder from Madam Wang's face.
"No need!"
She refused to stay and then said to Nan Yujin, "Preliminary findings suggest your mother died of a myocardial infarction. If you wish for further examination, an autopsy will be required. You have three days to consider."
With that, Nan Shiying took her leave.
"Someone, see the guest out!"
"No need, Lord Nan, please accept my condolences."
Nan Shiying refused again.
Nan Chaoyun watched Feng Luan's retreating back, his eyes gradually darkening, so much so that light could not penetrate them.
...
"Madam Wang died of You Lian!"
Upon returning to the Prince's Mansion, Nan Shiying informed Ji Jinmo of the results.
"Did you tell Nan Yujin?"
"No!"
"But he will know!"
Ji Jinmo hummed. He helped Nan Shiying take off her outer robe. Bai Zhi had already prepared the bathwater. Many things had happened today, and Ji Jinmo couldn't bear to trouble her further. He simply carried her into the bathtub and followed her in.
Nan Shiying leaned against Ji Jinmo, letting the warm water flow over her skin, opening her pores, and dispelling the fatigue of the entire day.
Ji Jinmo helped her wash her dark, lustrous hair. The black strands slipped through his fingertips like a waterfall, showered with water droplets, reflecting colorful hues under the candlelight. The light and shadow penetrated the misty vapor and landed on Nan Shiying's flawless white skin, adding a layer of hazy glow. She closed her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly. Ji Jinmo was uncontrollably lost in the moment.
He embraced Nan Shiying, burying his head deeply in her chest.
Nan Shiying let out a soft moan.
Ji Jinmo's voice was slightly hoarse, "Good, I'll just hold you for a while, just for a little while."
Nan Shiying tilted her head slightly, her smooth, slender neck forming a beautiful arc. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and her pearly white teeth gently separated. The indistinct sounds were like a kitten's cry or rapid panting. She spoke with difficulty, her voice broken and incoherent, "You, didn't you say you were just going to hold me?"
"Weren't you?"
Ji Jinmo's voice was muffled, as if he were swallowing something.
Hearing his reply, Nan Shiying instinctively widened her eyes. She had never met such a shameless person. If you have something to say, have the guts to spit it out first!
The vibrant grapes were sweet and delicious. She bit and sucked them gently, as if wanting to extract the juice. Her tongue circled around them, as if trying to peel the grape skin to taste deeper flavors.
Later, still unsatisfied, she reached out and cupped the grape.
"Hiss~"
Nan Shiying gasped, and the kitten-like moans from her throat became increasingly soft and sticky.
The grape could not be opened. The hand slowly moved down, finding a winding path leading to paradise, a secluded path with babbling streams.
After a while, the hand stopped exploring.
It stopped abruptly.
Nan Shiying looked at him in confusion. Ji Jinmo's face was flushed, like the dawn clouds. He shed the facade of abstinence and revealed his desires. Although he was a man, he was so alluring at that moment that Nan Shiying held her breath.
"You are tired."
Ji Jinmo's voice was as hoarse as if he had not drunk water for days. He wanted to continue to be lost in the moment but feared she would be exhausted, so he forced himself to stop.
Nan Shiying glared fiercely at him.
She raised her arms and hooked them around his shoulders, bracing herself with effort. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her eyes were languid and alluring, a vibrant and intoxicating sight. "I'm not tired."
As she spoke, she leaned down slightly.
Ji Jinmo let out a muffled groan.
He said no more.
They conquered the city and attacked the dragon's lair.
The night passed without incident until dawn.
At lunch, Nan Shiying finally got out of bed. Poison Old had been waiting all morning.
While eating lunch, Poison Old handed Nan Shiying a bottle of medicine: "Ten-complete Vitality Pill. It's not for you, it's for your man."
Nan Shiying glared at Poison Old with exasperation but still quickly put the medicine away.
"Tsk~"
Poison Old clicked his tongue.
Nan Shiying was too lazy to argue with him. After lunch, she, as usual, checked his pulse. Only after confirming that he hadn't been experimenting recklessly behind her back did she mention last night's events.
In fact, after Poison Old discovered that the poison carried by that woman was You Lian, they both began to suspect the Medicine Venerable, the Medicine Venerable who had suddenly disappeared without a trace.