CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: FIRST ENCOUNTER

"Thud."

The noise coming from the small courtyard this time seemed even louder, accompanied by small groans.

It sounded like a person in pain.

Sunlight filtered through the tree branches and leaves, casting on Qinglian’s delicate and charming face. It was a bit intense but not blinding. Could someone inside be having a seizure? Her small body turned, and she leaned toward the door to peer into the courtyard.

An atmosphere of desolation, with a few lonely planted flowers and grasses, already showing signs of withering. Even the small pine tree seemed half-dead and half-alive. The courtyard inside was quite large, and the sound seemed to be coming from the room at the very back!

As if guided by an unseen force, she walked inside in her embroidered shoes.

"Hello, is anyone there? If someone is here, please make a sound." This time, her soft voice was tinged with fear.

Approaching the big house’s door, this should be the one, but she wasn’t sure, so she reached out and pushed the door open with a "creak."

The room was tidily arranged, with violet patterned curtains, white walls, and a floral bronze mirror. In the center of the room stood a pear blossom marble table, stacked with various famous calligraphy scrolls, and equipped with precious ink stones, brush holders, and other scholar’s tools.

The entire room exuded an understated yet luxurious vibe.

On the floor lay a man in a moon-white brocade robe, his hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, his waist adorned with a jade belt. He was an elegant gentleman, as though polished and refined, with exceptionally good looks. At the moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, seemingly fainted with an expression of discomfort.

"Young master, what’s wrong with you? Are you ill?"

Squatting down, she gently patted his face with her delicate hand.

Clearly, the fainted man was unable to respond to her.

Her gaze shifted, noticing a half-open porcelain bottle of medicine in his hand. Could it be medicine?

She got up, poured a little water from the table, and shook out some of the small pills from the bottle, helping him to swallow with water. While hesitating whether to go find a doctor for him, the handsome man’s pale complexion improved somewhat, not as deathly white.

Seven-year-old Qinglian could not possibly lift this man; it wasn’t clean to let him sleep on the ground. Think and think, she took the pillow from the bed and placed it under his head.

Her small hand rested on his temple, helping him massage.

In the palace, when the nanny’s head illness acted up, she would press like this, and the nanny would smilingly say to her: "When the Princess presses like this, the old servant’s head immediately doesn’t hurt anymore."

She had told the nanny to call her by name only, no need to call her Princess, after all, her status did not command respect, being a princess in name only.

The nanny would seriously say: "Even if you are the Thirteenth Princess of the Daqing Dynasty, a servant does not dare overstep."

Indeed, in the eyes of the nanny and her little palace maid Chun Xing, she was their princess.

Been out for two days, she found herself missing the nanny and Chun Xing a bit.

Staying by the man’s side, Qinglian’s eyes reddened slightly.

"Umm."

A man’s voice broke the silence of the small room, bringing Qinglian’s thoughts back. She quickly looked at his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and softly said: "You’re awake, if you didn’t wake up soon, I was going to find a doctor for you."

Pretty as jade, her little face showed a look of relief that was unobservable before.

This was the scene Pei Wanmu saw when he opened his eyes.

He had just been practicing the Internal Cultivation Methods and inadvertently met an adverse reaction. Indeed, cultivation should not be rushed.

Through this ordeal, he also grasped the mysteries of this method.

However, where did this delicate little girl come from...

"Thank you, miss, I’m feeling better, I can do it myself now." Realizing the little girl’s hand was massaging his temples, Pei Wanmu struggled to sit up.