Chapter 44
Meng Fuyao had been caught red-handed but she chose not to flee . Instead, with a leg dangling off each side of the wall, she hugged her chest, sighing "Isn't the sunshine just brilliant today?"
A few drops of ice-cold rain fell with the howling of the wind before specks of snow drifted down .
As in reveling in it, Meng Fuyao added, "Perfect temperature . . . "
Having eulogized the weather, Meng Fuyao took her own sweet time to get down, and walked toward Zong Yue's door matter-of-factly .
However, she stopped before his door and sniffed around . "This herb smells horrible," she commented .
When Meng Fuyao turned her head, she caught sight of Zong Yue sitting on the ground in a lotus position . His face was slightly pale, and there was an empty bowl on the table beside him, from which the smell was spreading .
Noting that Meng Fuyao had seen it, Zong Yue withdrew his gaze . With a wave of his sleeve, the window closed, almost slamming onto her nose .
Meng Fuyao retreated while touching her nose . She could not help but wonder if Zong Yue was prescribing mixed herbs or if he was injured . Eventually, she decided to stay away from the secretive man .
She proceeded into her room to freshen up, and Yao Xun brought in a tray of food for breakfast . Reminded of her hunger, Meng Fuyao dashed to the table and started gorging herself . She wiped her mouth clean and then asked, "This green congee tastes really special . Is it made from aromatic herb-infused grains?"
Yao Xun shrugged . "No idea . Sir Zong had me bring it in for you . "
"Eh?" Meng Fuyao jumped, quickly operating a circulatory cycle to test her energy flow . Neither sensing any anomaly nor trusting Zong Yue's character, she sat back down, racking her brains . "Have you given him the fake herbs?"
"Yeah," replied Yao Xun, somewhat pleased . "I had planned to get the real leaves, but those were tough and difficult to pound . The fake ones were much easier to smash, so I gave those to him, and he didn't seem to notice . Holy doctor? Ahah . "
Halfway through his explanation Meng Fuyao had already sprinted out of the room . Puzzled, Yao Xun followed behind, only to see her squatting before the grass and wailing .
"D*mn . . . Yin Yang Grass . . . am I blind . . . "
Meng Fuyao's knees touched the ground, and her butt was protruded as she whimpered and dug into the soil . Her eyes were wide open .
In between digging, she would touch her face – The Ying Yang Grass had the ability to reverse one's energy . For a Yang person, it could cure diseases involving deficiencies, but for a Yin person, the grass would cause a spike in Yang energy in the form of acne, which would keep growing in size unless treated with medicine .
She had injured her foot while lifting a rock and dropping it accidentally . Hence, she was left with no choice but to lay sprawled on the ground to search for the antidote, which was also the seed of the Yin Yang Grass . The seeds were extremely tiny and well-dispersed so she wasn't able to gather enough for a single application .
Meng Fuyao sighed, straightening her back before turning toward Zong Yue's house . She gritted her teeth and shot a million daggers into his house, only to remember that he had gone out to cure King De's illness and wasn't in to see it . As she was looking down in anger, Meng Fuyao remembered an abandoned garden that she had passed by a few days ago . In that garden was an abundance of Yin Yang Grass, and she figured that it would be easier to gather seeds .
She dragged Yao Xun to the northwestern corner of King De's residence, where the abandoned garden was situated . From afar the walls appeared to be peeled off while its roof was torn and tattered . Nevertheless, they were well-constructed, enough to attract spiders to lay their webs . The dried tree branches dangling over the walls swayed in the winter breeze, producing a gloomy and heavy atmosphere .
The duo quickly located the Yin Yang Grass and got to work . A long while later, as they were about to leave with a sufficient amount of seeds, Yao Xun stopped . "There seems to be someone living in this garden, Miss Meng . "
Meng Fuyao turned around and was shocked to spot a white garment hanging off a branch . The strong winds must have blown it over .
It was already odd that this declining garden existed in King De's luxurious residence in the first place, but the fact that someone was residing in it was astonishing .
Meng Fuyao took a few steps forward and pushed the door, but it was locked . Its lock was completely rusted . After some thought, she went on to climb the wall .
Yao Xun tried to pull her down but was he was kicked to the ground instead .
Meng Fuyao landed on the other side, immediately noticing that it was in a worse condition than the garden . There were weeds and dried up flowers growing everywhere . They were even covering half the door . As Meng Fuyao walked on through the quiet surroundings, her breathing became audible .
Her gaze fell upon the door knocker . It was a pair of exquisite-looking bells, engraved with sumptuous decorative designs . Of course, the grooves were black, and the bells were covered in dirt .
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