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Chapter 129 The Bright and Elegant Fake Gold 6

"Butler Wen, hurry and go find the master. Tell him that the young lady and young master have returned safely."

"Yes! This old servant will go right away!" Steward Wen didn't dare to delay and hurriedly walked towards the door.

Jingsi Residence.

Wen Zhimiao lay on the bed, and Dr. Jin first unwrapped the strips of cloth wrapped around his back.

When the old cloth fell down, it was still covered with some dried medicinal mud, revealing the crisscrossing wounds underneath.

The deeper scratches were still tinged with a pale red, while the shallower scratches had begun to scab over. However, the skin, after losing blood, appeared unnaturally pale.

Dr. Jin moistened a cotton cloth with warm water and gently wiped away the remaining medicine residue around the wound.

Wen Zhimiao's back muscles tensed, but she didn't utter a sound; only fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Although the wound looks frightening, it's fortunate that the herbal medicine was applied in time and prevented it from becoming infected."

As Dr. Jin spoke, he opened his medicine box, took out a new ointment, picked out a little with a bamboo stick, and carefully applied it to the deep wound.

"But you must not agitate the wound afterward, and you must not get it wet, otherwise it is easy to leave a scar."

Wen Zhimiao lay on the pillow, her cheek pressed against the soft brocade, her voice low and hoarse from just waking up: "Thank you, Dr. Jin, I will be careful."

But the image of Liu Yunshu chewing medicinal paste for him, biting on Sanqi, involuntarily appeared in his mind.

That girl has always been afraid of hardship, so she must have forced herself to endure it this time.

Thinking of this, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Sir, the ointment has been applied. Now I'll wrap you in clean gauze."

Dr. Jin's voice pulled Wen Zhimiao back to reality. He quickly composed himself and softly hummed in agreement.

At this moment, Lord Wen strode in, his official robes still damp with raindrops and his dark hair somewhat disheveled, clearly having rushed back from the palace on horseback after receiving the news.

The first thing he saw when he entered the room was Wen Zhimiao on the bed. When he walked to the bedside...

His gaze fell on the bandaged back, a flicker of tenderness crossing his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, asking in a low voice, "How are you feeling?"

Upon hearing her father's voice, Wen Zhimiao tried to sit up, but Lord Wen pressed her down with his hand: "Don't move, just lie still."

Doctor Jin bowed and said, "Don't worry, Lord Wen. Young Master Wen's wound was treated promptly. He only needs to rest. However, he should avoid spicy and greasy foods and replenish his qi and blood."

Lord Wen nodded and looked at Doctor Jin: "Thank you for your help, Doctor Jin. Please continue to take good care of the medication."

Then the steward saw Doctor Jin out, leaving only the father and son in the room.

Wen Zhimiao lay on the pillow and whispered, "Father, I'm sorry to have worried you this time."

Lord Wen sat down in the chair beside the bed, tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, and said in a deep voice:

"The men in black are of unknown origin and their target is clearly you. I have already reported to the Emperor, who has ordered the Court of Judicial Review to work with the Imperial Guards to thoroughly investigate this matter and find out who is behind it."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wen Zhimiao's pale profile, his tone softening, "You just need to focus on recovering now, you don't need to worry about anything else."

Wen Zhimiao gripped the brocade quilt beneath her tightly with her fingertips, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity: "Father, those people's moves were ruthless, unlike ordinary robbers, more like... specially trained assassins."

The tapping of Lord Wen's fingertips suddenly stopped, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, then his expression darkened again.

"I had the same concern. Ordinary robbers only care about money and would never kill you, much less set up an ambush near the main road."

He got up and walked to the window, gazing at the gradually receding rain outside the courtyard, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

"This matter is likely to involve a lot of trouble. While you are recuperating in the manor, remember not to go out alone again. Always have Wenlin accompany you."

Wen Zhimiao nodded slightly.

At this moment, Madam Wen walked in carrying a bowl of freshly stewed bird's nest porridge, the rim of the porcelain bowl still steaming.

She saw the father and son talking in hushed tones, their footsteps extremely light.

She placed the bowl of porridge on the small table by the bedside and said softly, "Master, Zhi Miao has just woken up. Don't talk to him about these troublesome things. Let him drink some porridge to nourish his body first."

As she spoke, she picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of bird's nest porridge, gently blew on it to cool it down, and then held it to Wen Zhimiao's lips: "Drink slowly, it's freshly made, not hot."

Wen Zhimiao obediently opened her mouth, and the soft and glutinous bird's nest mixed with the sweet porridge slid into her stomach, instantly spreading warmth.

He looked at the bloodshot veins in his mother's eyes and felt a pang of sadness. He said softly, "Mother, you should rest for a while. Don't keep circling around me."

Madam Wen smiled and scooped another spoonful of porridge, handing it to her: "I'm not tired. You take good care of yourself, and I'll be at ease."

Watching the interaction between the mother and son, Lord Wen's tense expression softened somewhat. He stood up and asked, "Where is Shu'er?"

"She went back to the courtyard to rest. She had stayed up half the night in the mountains and was still covered in mud. I asked Granny Lin to prepare hot water for her so she could wash up and rest properly."

As she spoke, Madam Wen carefully avoided Wen Zhimiao's wound and adjusted the height of his pillow.

Lord Wen nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Shu'er, this child, doesn't act spoiled when it matters."

Madam Wen nodded with heartache, and then, recalling Liu Yunshu's icy hands when she threw herself into her arms, her nose tingled with emotion.

"Thank goodness you all came back safe and sound, otherwise I..."

Before she could finish speaking, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Looking at her mother's reddened eyes, Wen Zhimiao gently comforted her, "Mother, I'm alright, don't cry."

Lord Wen reached out and patted his wife's shoulder, his voice gentle: "Alright, it's good that the child is back safe and sound. Don't get too excited, or you'll hurt yourself."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Zhimiao and said, "You should rest well. Your mother and I will go back to the courtyard first."

Wen Zhimiao gave a soft "hmm" and watched her parents turn and leave.

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Shuyun Courtyard.

After washing up, Liu Yunshu changed into a clean, moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), loosely tying her long hair behind her head, revealing her smooth neck.

Biyan stood behind her, combing her half-dry long hair, her eyes still red.

"Miss, you must have suffered a lot in the mountains. My heart was pounding when I was waiting for you in the manor."

"Alright, I'm back safe and sound. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine, not a scratch on me."

She recalled what happened in the cave, a smile flashing in her eyes. "But my elder brother was badly injured protecting me, and he still has to lie down to recover."

Biyan paused, her hand holding the comb, her voice filled with lingering fear. "Those men in black were so ruthless. If it weren't for Young Master protecting us, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

She combed the last strand of hair and then took a dry cloth to gently wipe it.

"Oh, by the way, Miss, the kitchen has prepared your favorite white fungus and lotus seed soup. Shall I go and bring it to you?"

Liu Yunshu nodded, walked to the window and sat down, gently fiddling with the orchid leaves on the windowsill.

"Xiao Ba, do you have any gadgets that can make people dream about things that happened during the day? Ideally, something that makes the details in the dream clearer, while still having a slightly hazy feel to it."

Xiao Ba's excited voice immediately echoed in his mind: "Yes, Master! The system shop has 'Dream Memory Incense'. As long as you light it, it will make him dream about the most memorable thing recently. The dream will be like a thin veil, real yet ethereal. When he wakes up, he will only feel an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart~"

"Then shouldn't I go to his room? I'm afraid that might arouse suspicion."

"Don't worry, big brother. This incense can lock onto its target automatically. Just light it and silently say the target's name, and the fragrance will automatically drift towards the target without leaving any trace! Moreover, the fragrance is very faint; only the target can smell it, and others won't even notice it."

"exchange!"

Liu Yunshu immediately made the decision. She hadn't forgotten the vague details of "feeding" him, and this dream would help "remind" him of them.

at night.

Wen Zhimiao was sleeping face down when suddenly, a very faint fragrance quietly drifted into the room.

Wen Zhimiao's eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness gradually sank into a dream.

He suddenly felt burning hot all over, as if he were engulfed in flames, and his throat was so dry it felt like it was going to crack, with each breath accompanied by a burning pain.

He murmured unconsciously, "Water..."

"Big brother, open your mouth, a sip of water will make you less thirsty."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Water! He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't muster any strength. His jaw felt like it was locked with an iron lock, and his hot breath was filled with burning pain.

Suddenly, warm lips pressed against his.

She tried to feed him water, but she couldn't get it in.

I had no choice but to gently hold his jaw with both hands, and with the sweet taste of mineral water on my tongue, carefully pry open his teeth.

The warm water slowly spread between his teeth, and he swallowed instinctively.

His tongue, however, uncontrollably brushed against her lips, its burning heat enveloping that sweet taste even more tightly.

The sensations in the dream were incredibly real—the softness of her lips, the cool touch of her fingertips on her chin.

Even the delicate fragrance lingering in the air is exactly the same as the image I remembered from the daytime.

He suddenly opened his eyes. Moonlight was streaming in through the window, casting a pale silver glow on the bedside.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of his own slightly rapid breathing.

"It was a dream..."

Wen Zhimiao raised her hand and pressed it to her lips, her fingertips still seemingly retaining the warmth from her dream, and the tips of her ears turned uncontrollably red.

He recalled Liu Yunshu's vague words during the day about "feeding him water with some effort," and combined with the scene in his dream, his heart suddenly raced.

So this is what she meant by "exertion"...

No! This is just a dream! She's his own sister, how could such a scene be happening?

He must have been delirious from the pain of his wound to have such a ridiculous dream.