I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 32

Yu Fusang had stirred the entire situation into chaos, then simply shook out her hands and left, leaving behind the wounded group and a scene of utter wreckage.

They were fish that had barely survived a calamity, while she was as carefree as a passerby who had casually stepped into a pond to play.

Yan Yu immediately used her palm to return the soul power to the exhausted Yin Beiqing. While waiting for her to recover, she remembered that Shen Nanxing had been lying behind her. She turned to look for her, only to find that the place where Shen Nanxing had originally lain was empty.

“Nanxing, you have disappointed me greatly.”

Halfway up Yaochi Mountain, Shen Nanxing was sprawled miserably on the ground.

The wounds caused by the explosion just now covered almost her entire body, but at this moment, they had actually “stuck” back together in a miraculous way. Miasma mixed with pale-purple mist seeped from the gaps, continuously repairing her cellular tissue.

But this repair process was far more painful than the tearing from before. She had nearly crushed a mouthful of teeth from biting down, yet she still could not suppress the roars coming from her throat.

She thought back to the beginning of all this, to the first time this woman had appeared before her. Her godlike appearance had instinctively made Shen Nanxing assume something first.

This must be a very gentle person.

With no guard up at all, Shen Nanxing was coaxed by her into infiltrating the You tribe under the identity of the goddess. Then, step by step, under her instructions, she broke the suspension bridge, erected the Sacred Spirit Monument, and made the tribe members, who had no way out and could only rely on faith, go worship it regularly.

“Only when they regard you as their faith will they willingly offer everything to you.”

“I don’t want to obtain anything from them.”

Yu Fusang looked at her and smiled faintly. “But you are already taking.”

Very soon, the first victim appeared. Their whole body was stiff, their lips blue-purple. Shen Nanxing was a Dream Demon, but she was not stupid. She also sensed that something was wrong with the Sacred Spirit Monument.

She wanted to remove the spirit monument, but Yu Fusang suddenly seemed to become a different person. She grabbed her by the neck and burst out with crushing strength. “Since you have started, it will not be so easy to end. Do you want to see hatred and disgust on their faces?”

She did not want to, so she obeyed Yu Fusang and persuaded the tribe members to quietly deal with the corpses.

According to the requirements, they could not cause a commotion. Everything had to be kept low-profile. So Shen Nanxing always carried the bodies away quietly by herself at night.

Later, she also thought about the reason Yu Fusang was doing this. If it was not to avoid causing a disturbance that would alert the Red Pavilion or other spirit-hunting organizations, then there would have been no need for her to choose Shen Nanxing as a puppet and use the slowest possible method to feed the evil spirits within the Sacred Spirit Monument.

This was a transaction, so once she nodded, she would forever be an accomplice.

Those corpses buried in the soil were not allowed to be cremated, because they were the best containers to hold evil spirits in the future.

But Shen Nanxing had not expected that one day, she herself would become one of those “containers.”

The feeling of having her body seized and controlled by an evil spirit was more torturous than being swallowed alive.

“Kill… me.” Broken syllables came from her throat. “I… am in so much pain.”

“Yes. Only the living feel pain.” Yu Fusang reached out a finger and lifted her chin. Under the dim night, her eyes shone brightly, carrying a cruelty that made it hard to breathe. “You should learn how to enjoy it.”

“No… don’t.”

Seeing the firmness in her eyes, Yu Fusang revealed a puzzled look. “You have also become unafraid of death.”

“I-I’m afraid. It’s just that rather than… living on like this… I’d rather end it sooner.”

Now she had become neither human nor ghost, her entire body reeking of foul miasma. Where was there even a trace of Dream Lotus Flower fragrance left?

She was a Dream Demon. The scents she liked were fragrant, sweet dreams, not rotting lives struggling in mud.

She had originally thought that after obtaining everyone’s worship and love, her heart would gain great satisfaction. But reality had given her a resounding slap.

At first, it had indeed been like that. She had sunk into people’s praise and trusting gazes, working hard to live out the image of another person. Who that person was, even she herself did not know.

But Yan Yu herself had appeared, effortlessly shattering her ridiculous and clumsy imitation.

Between Yan Yu and her companions, there was tacit cooperation. They sincerely thought for each other and would even risk everything to stand in front of one another. Watching them fight side by side, Shen Nanxing suddenly understood that the kind of emotion she wanted could not be obtained through deliberate attempts to please.

Yu Fusang moved her gaze away from her and looked high up at the red moon overhead.

Just now, under this very moonlight, she had personally witnessed the goddess wielding a sword in battle.

To be honest, Yan Yu fought terribly.

But she fought very beautifully.

This “beautiful” was not beauty in the literal sense. It only meant that Yan Yu had done very well. A true fight should be carried out with the belief of not fearing death, or perhaps… with the determination to willingly die for one person.

Those slender arms looked like they would snap with a light bend, yet they could swing a heavy sword with force. That face looked like it would shed tears from a single harsh word, yet it could show such an expression of viewing death as home.

“Do you envy her?”

Of course she envied her. She was always envying, yet could never be satisfied.

Shen Nanxing panted heavily and met Yu Fusang’s lowered, sidelong gaze. With the light behind her, Yu Fusang stood tall and proud like a messenger in legend, draped in moonlight to save all living beings. But Shen Nanxing knew that what this messenger held in her arms was not holy water, but a source of evil that would bring ruin to all life.

“I am also so envious.”

She heard the woman, whose face was forever wearing pride, sigh softly like this. Then Yu Fusang withdrew her gaze from Shen Nanxing, her expression indifferent, as if the two of them were already strangers.

“Get lost.”

…

After sunrise, evil spirits retreated into hiding, so everyone decided to wait until the morning sun rose before setting off for Yaochi Mountain.

Seeing the miasma recede, the You tribespeople immediately returned to the settlement. They were so eager they nearly wanted to beat gongs and drums while inviting Yan Yu and the others back to be enshrined.

“Thank you so much!”

“May I ask which spirit-hunting team you are from? I want to send your organization a banner of gratitude!”

“We’re truly sorry. We misunderstood you before. May I ask how much bounty you normally charge for an evil spirit-elimination task? We’ll all gather money and pay you double!”

Teng Jingjie rolled her eyes speechlessly for the nth time.

Now they were praising them so nicely, but once they really announced Langdie Valley’s name, this group of people would probably cry from fright for who knew how long.

Unlike the Red Pavilion and other large or small spirit-hunting teams, the people of Langdie Valley were unrestrained and did not follow rules.

Beast Arts Masters could not be killed?

They killed them. More than just one or two.

All Beast Arts Masters had to obey the Red Pavilion’s dispatches?

Obey ghosts. If someone from the Red Pavilion came, they would scold one.

If the Red Pavilion accepted a commission, other organizations could not interfere?

Don’t even mention it. They loved going against the Red Pavilion. Not only did they snatch commissions, they even charged several times more. Annoying, wasn’t it?

“No need.” As Yan Yu spoke, she saw a certain person beside her impatiently wiping her hands and added, “Do you have clean water? She may need to bathe.”

“Of course, of course!” The tribe members invited them back. “You must be hungry after using so much strength. I’ll have someone prepare food and bedding right away. Rest for as long as you can.”

“This little sister…” Li Zhao pointed at Xueji, who was sleeping in Zhongpu’s arms. “Is she seriously hurt?”

“She’s fine.” Zhongpu sensed everyone’s gaze and turned away, tidying the bangs on Xueji’s forehead for her.

Xueji had always kept such thick straight bangs to hide the Soul-Capturing Eye on her forehead.

She had been born with this eye and had suffered a lot of rejection because of it, so she was extremely taboo about exposing it in front of others.

“She’s only too tired. She’s fine.” Yan Yu spoke to draw Li Zhao’s attention.

Xueji had not been invaded by miasma for too long. Given her physique, she would fully recover in a few days. She was unconscious because, in the battle just now, Shen Nanxing had consumed a great deal of her soul power, leaving her somewhat physically exhausted.

Zhongpu had already fed her pills. After she slept for a while, she should wake up.

Li Zhao nodded and did not walk that way again. Instead, she turned and took Yan Yu’s hand. “Sister, it’s all thanks to you! My mother woke up just now too! I knew you were the strongest Beast Arts Master in the world! A hundred times stronger than the Red Pavilion!”

Yan Yu hurriedly covered her mouth. “I know, but it’s best not to say that kind of thing casually.”

The Red Pavilion was actually not a pure spirit-hunting organization. It served the empress of Jin Kingdom, and many imperial forces had infiltrated it.

Although these imperial family members had some real ability, they also thought very highly of themselves and held grudges strongly. If walls had ears and this kind of talk reached them, who knew how badly they would explode.

…Although right now, the relationship between Langdie Valley and the Red Pavilion was not good either.

“Wu, mm-hm.” Li Zhao nodded, and Yan Yu released the hand covering her mouth.

“Miss Yan, everyone, please come with me.” The clan chief extended her hand in invitation.

“Sorry to trouble you.”

Judging by the sky, there should still be three or four hours before dawn. Yan Yu took clean clothes for Yin Beiqing and stuffed her into the bathtub.

“The bath liquid and towel are on your left. The clothes rack is on your right. If the water gets cold…” Wait, she was not a three-year-old child. If the water got cold, couldn’t she heat it herself with spiritual arts?

“In any case, I’m going out for a bit. After you finish washing, go rest. I’ll come call you in the morning.”

“Where are you going?” Yin Beiqing stretched an arm out of the tub and grabbed Yan Yu’s hand, staring fixedly at her like a large dog abandoned by its owner.

“I…” If I don’t go out, am I supposed to stand here and watch you bathe?

“I’m going to look for medicinal herbs.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need medicine.” The implication was that she wanted Yan Yu to stay.

“…” Yan Yu gently pulled back her sleeve. “It’s not for you to eat.”

“Then when will you come back?” Yin Beiqing looked at her unhappily.

“Just… soon.”

As for how long “soon” was, even she herself did not know.

After saying that, she quickly went out and closed the door. She picked up her little cloth bag and hoe, then walked out.

She happened to run into Li Zhao returning from Zhongpu’s room, and the two came face to face.

“Sister, where are you going in the middle of the night? It isn’t safe here at night. You should ask someone to accompany you.”

Yan Yu tugged at the corner of her mouth and silently hid the hoe behind her. “I’m just going nearby. No need for anyone to accompany me.”

“Nearby?” Li Zhao frowned. “Who can’t even clearly say where they’re going?”

“…” True. She really did not know clearly.

She only knew that Guilin Grass grew at the foot of Yaochi Mountain, but as for the exact location, she would only know after going out.

Because of Yan Yu’s small movement, Li Zhao noticed the sickle behind her. “Sister, are you going to gather medicinal herbs? Then I’ll go with you. I know the roads here well.”

“No need to trouble you. It’s so late now. You should stop running around taking care of people and go sleep.”

“How is it trouble!” Li Zhao raised her voice. “You helped the tribe so much. I’m only leading the way. That’s not trouble at all. And before, you even gave me such precious Amber Grass. I won’t be able to repay that kindness in my whole life.”

Hearing her words, Yan Yu pressed her lips together.

She thought that they would be setting off in the morning, yet her Amber-Guilin Pill was still nowhere in sight. When they met Lin Hegui, she would not even know what to use to negotiate with her.

Since Li Zhao was a You tribesperson, she should have an impression of where Guilin Grass grew. Letting her lead the way would be good too.

“Mm. Then I’ll trouble you.”

“Hehe.” The little girl narrowed her eyes and smiled. “Then, Sister, what medicinal herb do you want to gather? You can ask me anything. Don’t look at my young age—I know a lot of medicinal herbs!”

“Guilin Grass. Do you know where it is?”

“Guilin Grass. I think I’ve heard of it.” Li Zhao blinked slowly, seeming to think. “My mother understands medicinal herbs better than I do. Wait here. I’ll go ask her!”

After saying this, the little brat ran away like a gust of wind. Only after more than ten minutes did she hurriedly come back out, holding a dark-blue cloth bundle.

“Sister, take a look. Is this Guilin Grass?” She opened the thing in her arms as if presenting a treasure.

Octagonal serrated leaves, the leaves forming a shape similar to a turtle shell. It was indeed the Guilin Grass drawn in the pharmacopoeia.

“It’s this.”

“That’s great.” Li Zhao spread the cloth on the table and picked through them plant by plant for her. “My mother said that with Guilin Grass, the more leaves it has, the better. Look! This one has five leaves. I’ll pick it out for you.”

“One plant is enough, Li Zhao.” Yan Yu hurriedly stopped her, afraid she would give all of them to her.

Guilin Grass generally grew in dangerous terrain, and picking it was very dangerous. Even among experienced You tribespeople, not everyone could gather such high-quality, multi-leaf Guilin Grass.

“Sister, you’re treating me like an outsider…” Li Zhao’s mouth flattened, looking like she was about to cry again.

“Don’t! I’ll take it, all right?”

“Hehehe.”

In the end, Li Zhao picked out everything except a few blackened defective plants that were not suitable for medicine, stuffing the rest into Yan Yu’s little cloth bag. “Sister, if you need any medicinal herbs in the future, just tell us. There’s no need to work hard and go searching yourself. We You tribespeople may not have much else, but we have a rich collection of medicinal herbs.”

“Thank you…”

While Li Zhao was not paying attention, Yan Yu secretly moved half of them back. Then she held several Guilin Grass plants and borrowed the medicine stove in Li Zhao’s kitchen to begin preparing the medicine.

Refining medicinal herbs into pills was the best way to extend their shelf life and maximize their medicinal effects, but the process took too much time. At minimum, it took several days; at most, several years.

Pressed for time, Yan Yu could only abandon the pill method and make a decoction instead. Although its storage period would be worse, the medicinal effect would not differ much.

Amber Grass and Guilin Grass were both very potent medicines, so during the refining process, it was easy for poor fusion to occur, resulting in a foul smell, blackening, or sediment.

Lin Hegui herself had refined it many times, but not once had she succeeded. She said it was because one ingredient was always missing.

No one knew what that missing ingredient was. After all, even the bottle Guo Lu gave away in the original book had been directly exchanged from the system.

Yan Yu did not know the successful method, but she knew what failed attempts Lin Hegui had made. The experience she roughly summarized was that the fire could not be too high or too low, the simmering time had to be more than fifty minutes but less than fifty-five minutes, and if slight foul odor or sediment appeared during the simmering process, the contaminated part had to be scooped out immediately.

Overall, during the decoction process, not a single step could be left unattended.

Yan Yu carefully prepared the first pot. Her luck was decent. There was no sediment and no foul smell.

“The contributions of predecessors truly are great.” Experience was simply priceless.

Lin Hegui had also developed a method for testing medicinal properties, using Amber Grass leaves.

Amber Grass leaves were large and emerald green. After being soaked in warm water, they turned transparent. At this point, if one picked it up, dried it, and held it up to the light, one could see the veins inside the leaf.

Pour the finished medicinal juice or ground pill powder onto the processed Amber Leaf, press two leaves together, and remove it after five minutes. If the leaf veins broke, then the medicinal properties were too strong and would cause serious side effects to the human body, making it unsafe to consume casually.

Especially for people with a weak and cold constitution, taking it could very possibly cause sudden death.

Lin Hegui wanted to make this pill for her lame-legged elder brother. Her brother was born with disabled legs and an extremely poor constitution. Only by being raised on Yaochi Mountain, where spiritual energy was abundant, could he suffer less physical torment.

But his soul power was actually extremely strong. When his soul pearl had been tested at birth, it had been black, making it very possible for him to cultivate to the level of a Special-rank Beast Arts Master. It was only because of the burden of this body that he could only sit in a wheelchair forever.

She wanted to refine this pill well in order to fulfill one of her brother’s wishes. This was also the reason she had always avoided interacting with the outside world, wandered for years seeking prescriptions, and lived in seclusion on Yaochi Mountain refining pills.

On Yan Yu’s side, five minutes had already passed. She gently picked up the soaked Amber Leaf and held it toward the candlelight to examine it.

It was actually still intact!

But just as she was about to enjoy the joy of success, the leaf veins suddenly broke one by one without warning. Although not many places broke, there were still four or five.

Sigh. Still no good.

Yan Yu held the bowl of medicinal juice, her expression very disappointed.

Could it be that what Lin Hegui said was true? Was there really an ingredient missing?

But Lingxi Pill Arts also had not mentioned this matter…

No. Yan Yu suddenly jolted.

Lingxi Pill Arts did not have this page at all. The prescription in her mind had all come from the original book’s description of Lin Hegui.

To confirm her thoughts, Yan Yu returned to her Soul Domain and looked through the pharmacopoeia from beginning to end again.

Correct. Her memory was indeed not wrong.

Pages 109 and 110 of this pharmacopoeia had been torn out.

Thinking about it, they had probably been torn out before the handwritten copies appeared. Otherwise, Lin Hegui would not be unable to refine it either.

Yan Yu withdrew from her Soul Domain absentmindedly. She wanted to pour the remaining medicine from the medicine stove into containers and re-brew it. But the stove full of liquid was far heavier than she had imagined. She had to use a great deal of force to lift it. After enduring the heat and finally taking it down from the fire, she discovered that the wound on her arm from earlier, cut by the hairpin, had torn open again from exerting too much force.

Drops of blood continuously slid down her skin. A few drops accidentally splashed into the medicine bowl from earlier. Then she saw that the originally light-brown medicinal juice suddenly turned into a clear, cool transparent color.

If not for the faint medicinal fragrance still detectable when she leaned close, Yan Yu would almost have thought the bowl contained clear water.

She was just about to raise her hand and pour away this contaminated medicinal juice when she suddenly remembered something.

Lin Hegui had once said that the milder the medicinal property of the Amber-Guilin Pill, the lighter its color. Transparent was the best.

Did that mean…

Yan Yu lowered her head and stared at the thing in her hand with a probing gaze. In the end, she still held the mindset of trying it and took a new Amber Leaf to test.

These five minutes were far longer and more difficult to endure than the last time. Yan Yu sat there blankly, as if she had endured an entire night.

Finally, time was up. She could not wait to pick up the leaf and hold it toward the light to confirm.

It had not broken!

However, with the previous lesson, Yan Yu did not dare let down her guard. She waited quietly for a while longer and found that the leaf veins remained completely intact.

Later, becoming bolder, she even reached out and tugged it. She discovered that after being soaked in the medicinal juice, the leaf had become incomparably tough. Even when she pulled hard, it did not tear!

“That’s great.”

Yan Yu carefully poured the medicinal juice into prepared bottles and sealed them with stoppers.

After everything was packed, about one-third still remained. She thought about it, then lifted the medicine bowl and knocked on the door of Li Zhao’s mother’s room.

Li Zhao’s room had been occupied by her and Yin Beiqing, so the mother and daughter could only squeeze into one room to sleep. Li Zhao should be here too.

The light had not been extinguished, so they should still be awake.

“Sister?” Li Zhao opened the door very quickly. She had just changed into sleepwear and looked ready to rest. “Are you looking for me? If there’s anything, just say it!”

“It isn’t that I need you for anything.” Yan Yu handed over the bowl in her hand. “This is the medicine I brewed. It should be able to treat your mother’s arm.”

Previously, she had heard Li Zhao talk about her mother and the reason for her mother’s depression. Thinking that she had been able to make this Amber-Guilin decoction partly because of this family’s help, and that there happened to be some left, she might as well help Li Zhao’s mother fulfill this regret.

Li Zhao’s mother had originally been a female general serving the imperial family. Later, on the battlefield, in order to block a fatal wound for a comrade, her arm meridians were cut by an enemy’s blade. A warrior who had once been excellent with a bow became unable to carry anything heavy. Even eating and dressing required her daughter’s help. Anyone would find this hard to endure, let alone Li Zhao’s mother, who had once been such a proud person.

Perhaps it was precisely because the negative emotions on her were thicker than others that Shen Nanxing had chosen her as a target.

It was only because Li Zhao’s mother had good physical quality, and because later on she became bedridden and could no longer go to the Sacred Spirit Monument to worship, that she had lasted this long. Thinking about her poor husband, because he was too thin and weak and had a worrying constitution, after only worshiping a few times, his essence, energy, and spirit were sucked dry by the Sacred Spirit Monument, turning him into a corpse.

Imagine Li Zhao’s mother finally waking up, before she could even feel happy, only to immediately learn such terrible news. It was simply adding frost to snow.

Yan Yu could only pray that this medicinal decoction could offer her some comfort.

“Sister, you brewed this yourself?” Li Zhao held it with trembling hands. “It really can treat my mother’s hand?”

“Zhaozhao, who are you talking to?” The person inside seemed to hear someone discussing her and called out.

Yan Yu did not want to disturb them for too long. After saying, “Please make sure to try it,” she hurriedly turned and left.

The You tribespeople were truly too warm, and she happened to be helpless against people with this kind of personality. If this mother and daughter started rummaging through chests and drawers to stuff her with return gifts later, she was really afraid she would not be able to come back empty-handed.

…

Yan Yu cleaned the kitchen, dried her hands, returned to the room, and changed clothes. Just as she was about to sleep, she discovered that the bed was empty.

Turning her head, she saw that the clothes she had personally hung on the clothes rack earlier were still there. An unlikely guess appeared in her mind.

“You… are still bathing?” She approached the screen used as a partition and asked.

Behind the screen, there was a sound of water from the wooden tub, followed by Yin Beiqing’s displeased-sounding voice. “Mm.”

“You’ve been washing for so long your skin is about to soak rotten.”

“Dirty.” The other side replied lightly with one word.

Yan Yu’s nose moved. “There’s no miasma smell here anymore.”

“It’s Dream Lotus Flower.” Yin Beiqing frowned in disgust. “This thing is even harder to remove than safflower balm.”

Safflower balm was commonly used in this world to repel mosquitoes. The duration of its lingering fragrance could rival Liushen.

What Yin Beiqing hated most was the smell of safflower balm.

In her words, it was too pungent.

“You didn’t scratch your skin open again, did you?” Thinking of this person’s bad habit, Yan Yu said to her, “Stretch out your arm and let me see.”

“If you want to look, come in directly.” Yin Beiqing’s displeased voice sounded. “We are both women. Why avoid suspicion? Or do you find my body disgusting?”

Her symptoms of demonic corruption had not yet faded. Her entire body was covered in red totemic Beast Marks, which did look a little frightening at first glance.

But Yan Yu absolutely did not mean that.

“Absolutely not!” Yan Yu excitedly took a step forward. “Your Beast Marks are very beautiful. I have never thought they were disgusting.”

There was no sound inside again.

“Are you angry?” Yan Yu probed softly, then muttered in a low, somewhat wronged voice, “I really didn’t mean that.”

“Then come in.”

“…”

Yan Yu could only step past the screen and enter.

Inside the bathtub, Yin Beiqing had sunk her whole body beneath the water. Only the area above her nose surfaced. Her damp long hair floated around her body, and the silver eyes barely exposed above the water surface looked extremely aggressive.

Like a lurking crocodile, ready to open its mouth at any moment and give its prey a fatal blow.

“I’m standing this close, and I still don’t smell the Dream Lotus Flower scent.” Yan Yu said, “You’ve washed for almost two hours. You’re already very clean.”

“You can’t smell it?”

Accompanying Yin Beiqing’s words, a cold, slippery, wet touch wrapped around Yan Yu’s wrist. Then the world spun, and she had already fallen into the tub.

The water Yin Beiqing soaked in was on the cooler side. But because her own body temperature was high, the temperature Yan Yu felt against her skin was still somewhat warm.

“Can you smell it now?” the other woman asked with a wooden face.

“…”

You pulled me in just to make me smell whether there’s any scent on you?

But… Yan Yu sniffed carefully. There did seem to be some Dream Lotus Flower scent. It was mainly in Yin Beiqing’s hair.

Hair really did absorb smells easily. It was like every time one came out of a hotpot restaurant, if one did not go to a salon to get a dedicated wash, one’s heart would feel unsettled.

This was also one of the reasons Yan Yu did not like eating hotpot.

Right, add barbecue to that too.

“There is a little.”

Yin Beiqing’s face darkened, her expression cold and frightening. But Yan Yu somehow felt that this version of her was actually a little… cute.

Like a little brat about to “hmph” in the next second.

“I’ll make you some deodorizing bath liquid next time.” Yan Yu grabbed her arm, which was covered in red scratch marks, and pointed at those shocking traces. “But absolutely don’t do this again.”

Yin Beiqing glanced at her sideways. “You have a scent on you.”

“Is it very bad?” Yan Yu felt somewhat embarrassed. Just now, she had been busy brewing medicine and had only changed clothes simply. She had not had time to bathe.

“It’s passable.” A certain person with a cold face was silent for a few seconds, then opened her mouth again. “It’s that cloth pouch you often hang at your waist. There’s a very pleasant scent inside.”

Long ago, she had discovered that Yan Yu carried a scent different from others. It was light and not cloying. After smelling it, even her mood seemed to become less irritable.

Only after spending more time around her did she discover that this scent seemed to come from the little thing at Yan Yu’s waist.

“This?” Yan Yu fished out the sachet that had already been soaked wet and handed it over. “This is a sachet I casually made myself. Inside is powder ground from dried Golden Vine Flowers. If you like it…”

All right, now she could not give it away anymore.

Yan Yu silently squeezed the water out of the sachet. “If you like it, I’ll make one for you next time.”

Actually, these Golden Vine Flowers had also grown from the packet of seeds Yin Beiqing gave her.

Previously, under the prophecy tree, Yan Yu had scattered every type of seed to test them. The Golden Vine Flowers grew the best, growing plentifully and quickly, so she had picked some and used them herself.

Golden Vine Flower was a plant praised by the Polai tribe as a sacred flower. It was said to have the effects of dispelling evil and calming the mind.

Whether it dispelled evil was subjective, but its calming effect was indeed very good. When Yan Yu suffered from insomnia at night, she would throw some dried Golden Vine Flowers into the incense. Once her mind settled, it became easier to fall asleep.

“This one is fine.” Yin Beiqing took it without any courtesy, opened the sachet, and poured all the flower powder inside into the bathtub water.

This was the first time Yan Yu had seen such a fierce bathing method. Before she could finish sighing inwardly, Yin Beiqing grabbed the bath liquid beside her and handed it to her.

“Wash me.”

“Cough, cough, cough—” Yan Yu directly choked on her saliva. “What did you say?”

How did she not know Yin Beiqing had the habit of letting others help her bathe? Subconsciously, Yin Beiqing should have felt that aside from herself, no one else could wash cleanly enough.

Yin Beiqing stared straight at her through the mask. “Do you think I’m dirty?”

Hearing this, Yan Yu practically snatched the item from her hand. “I’ll help you. I’ll help you.”

I will definitely serve you well!

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Author’s Note:

Yan: I surrender!