Night King's Manor.
Luo Qingwu entered directly after alighting from the carriage, carefully surveying her surroundings.
Pavilions, terraces, and towers—magnificent and grand.
Flowers bloomed in clusters, the scenery picturesque as a painting.
Small bridges and flowing water—a breathtaking sight.
Impressive. Everywhere exuded an air of wealth, truly befitting a royal manor.
"Young Lady Luo, please follow this old servant to meet His Highness," Steward Xie said with a respectful and amiable smile, his attitude impeccable.
Though he did not understand why His Highness had invited the notorious Luo Qingwu to the manor, a guest was a guest, and he must treat her well.
Luo Qingwu smiled slightly and gestured for him to lead the way.
After winding through several paths, they arrived at the entrance of a courtyard that appeared rather plain and elegant in design.
"Young Lady Luo, please enter. His Highness is inside," Steward Xie extended his hand, indicating for her to go in.
Luo Qingwu walked straight in and paused slightly. She had assumed Di Moye's residence would be opulent, luxurious, and even more splendid, but it turned out to be as ordinary as could be.
Not a single flower was in sight. Apart from a four-cornered pavilion, there were no other decorations. The ground was planted with medicinal herbs—no wonder she had caught the scent of medicine even before approaching.
After scanning the area, Luo Qingwu headed east, crouched down, and began to pull up a medicinal herb.
"Stop, stop! Don't touch that!"
Suddenly, a sharp female voice rang out.
Luo Qingwu acted as if she hadn't heard and still plucked the herb.
"You, you, you! Who told you to pull up my medicinal herb? Who are you, daring to barge into Night King's courtyard?" Duan Linlang rushed over angrily, her voice filled with fury.
Ah, ah, ah! She was furious!
That herb had been entrusted to her by her senior sister to care for meticulously. She was sure to be scolded when her senior sister returned.
Luo Qingwu glanced at the herb in her hand, which was about to bloom, and looked up, saying, "I am Luo Qingwu. Night King summoned me here."
The young girl before her appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly chubby face, round almond-shaped eyes, and red lips pouting in anger—somehow rather adorable.
Duan Linlang widened her eyes and shrieked, "You're the infamous waste Luo Qingwu, the Crown Prince's follower? Why would Night King summon you here?"
After speaking, her face was filled with disdain.
"I'm here to treat his illness," Luo Qingwu lowered her head to continue examining the herb.
Duan Linlang burst into laughter as if hearing a joke, then her expression turned cold and contemptuous. "A waste like you dares to deceive Night King? Do you have a death wish?"
Among the many divine physicians on the continent, not a single one could cure Night King's poison. Where did she get such confidence?
"The Purple Thunder Demon Pearl is highly toxic. Although it can counteract poison with poison, using it on Night King will only deepen the poison within his body," Luo Qingwu said slowly.
"What do you know? My senior sister said it can be used as medicine once it blooms," Duan Linlang glared, her eyes wide with anger.
Was she questioning her senior sister's ability?
"I say it cannot," Luo Qingwu said coldly, her gaze resolute.
"What gives you the right to say it can't be used? If my senior sister says it can, then it can. She has been regulating Night King's health all these years," Duan Linlang lifted her chin proudly.
Luo Qingwu's expression carried an unrivaled arrogance as she declared coldly, "Your senior sister can leave. From now on, I will be the one treating Night King."
Duan Linlang gaped, then laughed in anger. How could there be such an arrogant and shameless person? What was she compared to her senior sister?
"Someone who doesn't even know how to use medicine properly—keeping such a person by Night King's side will only harm him," Luo Qingwu said expressionlessly, her voice icy.
"You…"
"I can compete with her in medical skills. If I lose, I will apologize to her and accept whatever punishment she decides." Luo Qingwu said calmly and composedly, her sparkling eyes filled with confidence.
She wouldn’t challenge anyone unless she was absolutely certain.
"Fine, let’s see how my senior sister makes you submit willingly," Duan Linlang said provocatively and arrogantly. She was bound to lose.
In the imperial capital, no young person could rival her senior sister’s medical skills. She was their master’s prized disciple; otherwise, how could she have the opportunity to help the Night King adjust his health?
Luo Qingwu glanced at the Purple Thunder Demon Pearl in her hand and prepared to go find Di Moye. Just as she turned around, she saw the man standing at the door, dressed in a luxurious and magnificent purple robe.
His demeanor was noble and peerlessly elegant!
Although his handsome face was icy and intimidating, it was undeniably pleasing to the eye.
"Did you hear what I just said to her?" Luo Qingwu walked toward him. Today, his complexion was unusually pale, clearly showing signs of illness.
Di Moye looked at the medicinal herb in her hand. "Are you sure this herb isn’t suitable for me?"
"Absolutely certain. Aren’t you feeling particularly cold right now?" Luo Qingwu moved closer to him and, without waiting for his permission, directly took his hand.
The man’s fingers were fair, slender, and well-defined, exuding an artistic aura.
Di Moye’s handsome face instantly darkened like ink. He instinctively tried to pull his hand away, as he strongly disliked close contact with the opposite sex.
"Don’t move!"
Luo Qingwu looked up, her gaze stern as she spoke seriously, "I’m examining your health. What are you thinking? Do you think I’m trying to take advantage of you?"
"Isn’t that the case?" Di Moye’s expression turned gloomy. Many people had examined him before, but none had ever been as presumptuous as her.
Luo Qingwu scoffed, "You’re really flattering yourself. By holding your hand like this, I can feel the bone-deep chill in your body. Isn’t that right?"
Di Moye’s face darkened further. "How long are you going to hold it? I have a cleanliness obsession."
Luo Qingwu rolled her eyes in exasperation and released his hand, saying haughtily, "I have a cleanliness obsession too."
"When you hugged the crown prince before, why didn’t you mention your cleanliness obsession?" Di Moye’s exceptionally handsome face showed undisguised disdain.
Luo Qingwu blinked, somewhat surprised that he knew about this. Upon reflection, the original host was too notorious—it was probably impossible not to know.
She was a useless fool.
The crown prince was noble and talented.
Her obsessive pursuit of him had long become a topic of idle conversation among the people of the imperial capital.
"Night King, how can you trust a useless person like her?" Duan Linlang felt ignored and couldn’t help but speak up.
This scoundrel, Luo Qingwu!
She was clearly trying to take advantage of the Night King. Since when did examining someone’s health involve holding hands?
"Test her," Di Moye said coldly. He had called Luo Qingwu here today precisely to see if she truly understood.
Although she had explained the origin of his illness yesterday.
"Alright," Duan Linlang thought gleefully, already planning how to challenge Luo Qingwu. Once she exposed her lies, she’d see if she could still act so arrogantly.
With one look at the young woman’s eyes, Luo Qingwu knew exactly what she was thinking.
Just you wait—I’ll make you submit willingly!
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Duan Linlang looked like a wilted eggplant, staring at Luo Qingwu as if she were a monster. Although they had never interacted before, she was quite familiar with her reputation.
Wasn’t she supposed to be useless?
Why did she know everything, no matter what medicinal herbs or illnesses were mentioned?
"Miss Duan, are you convinced?" Luo Qingwu played with the medicinal herb in her hand.
Duan Linlang sniffled, unwillingly admitting, "I acknowledge you know medicine, but you definitely can't compare to my senior sister."
"What if I beat your senior sister? How about you become my little sidekick?" Luo Qingwu raised an eyebrow, her expression full of mischief.
"Don't even think about it!" Duan Linlang retorted, hands on her hips.