With a clang, the kitchen knife fell to the ground, and Su Feng Hua’s head tilted, eyes rolled back, and he passed out. When Qinglong rushed out of the alley with the half-dead man on his back, he saw Chuxia standing not far from the alley entrance, peering anxiously on tiptoes. Seeing Qinglong carrying a bloodied person, her face turned pale: “What happened?” Qinglong didn’t elaborate, only saying, “I’ll take him back first.” Panting, Chuxia hurried to the East Garden of the Jun Mansion, only to find Bai Xue administering acupuncture. Qinglong stood by, his expression unchanged, which slightly eased her worries. Half an hour later, after Bai Xue finished the acupuncture and cleaned her hands, she turned to the two who had been silent beside her and said, “He’s fine now.” Both sighed in relief, but Bai Xue coldly remarked, “What do you think Jun Mansion is? A destitute scholar or a street beggar? Anything can be brought in?” This was directed at Qinglong, who, for some reason, did not retort this time, only mumbled, pointing at Chuxia, “It was agreed by the young master.” Chuxia quickly nodded in agreement. Bai Xue, holding a prescription between her fingertips, tossed it to Chuxia: “Go brew the medicine.”
Chuxia ran to the pharmacy, thinking speed was of the essence, and collided with someone at the corridor’s bend, her nose hitting the other’s chest, causing her to yelp in pain. She then glared at the newcomer. Unfortunately… it was Cang Qianlang, the head steward, whom she feared the most. Cang Qianlang looked stern and chided softly, “Why are you running around like a headless chicken?” Chuxia, holding her nose, looked at the young master behind the steward, her eyes brimming with tears. The young master sighed softly, “Are you hurt?” Chuxia shot him a glare, her expression clearly saying, “Can’t you see?” But this look was fleeting. Cang Qianlang’s face darkened, about to scold her again, when the young master said with a smile, “Enough, Qianlang, Chuxia is no longer a maid of the Jun Mansion, don’t always be harsh on her.” Cang Qianlang respectfully agreed. Chuxia felt that the young master was still the best and smiled at him: “Young Master, I’m going to the pharmacy!” As she passed by the young master, he grabbed her, “What for?” “Qinglong brought Scholar Su here; he was chased by his enemies and is now covered in injuries,” Chuxia explained briefly, catching the displeased look from the head steward, and shrank back behind the young master, a bit frightened. The young master smiled, seemingly intrigued by the news: “Chased by enemies?” Then he turned to Cang Qianlang, “How coincidental.” Cang Qianlang’s expression became even more solemn, nodding, “Indeed, there’s something fishy.” Chuxia looked at them, puzzled, but the young master casually smiled at her: “Go, but be careful not to fall.”
