"Don't have confidence in your senior sister?" Luo Qingwu challenged.
Duan Linlang glared at her, thought for a moment, and said, "Bet it is. If you don't win, you'll become my little follower."
"Fine, but you can only dream about it," Luo Qingwu said with confidence and arrogance, wearing an expression of certain victory.
"First, heal the scars on your face, or you'll definitely lose to my senior sister," Duan Linlang reminded her. The Jade Skin Ointment made by her senior sister had unparalleled scar-removing effects.
Luo Qingwu touched her face and said indifferently, "In three days, they'll disappear completely."
"…" Duan Linlang looked incredulous.
How was that possible in three days!
Luo Qingwu ignored her and walked toward Di Moye in the study. "I wonder if Your Highness believes in my medical skills?"
"Not entirely," Di Moye said coldly.
"How about letting me treat you once today?" Luo Qingwu suggested. She had to let Di Moye know her capabilities.
Di Moye stared at her with deep, icy eyes and finally nodded.
"Night King, you…" Duan Linlang tried to stop him but obediently shut her mouth after meeting his sharp gaze.
Luo Qingwu gave her a triumphant look and took out her acupuncture needle pouch.
Duan Linlang puffed out her round cheeks angrily. She wanted to see how she would treat him.
…
Luo Qingwu sat by the table, resting her chin on one hand as she watched Di Moye on the bed. Even in sleep, he exuded a sacred and inviolable dignity.
Shouldn't he be waking up by now?
Suddenly, Di Moye sat up from the bed. He glanced out the window—it was already dusk. Had he slept the entire day?
Since childhood, he had never slept as peacefully as he did today, waking up without any discomfort or abnormalities in his body.
"What did you do to me?"
"Acupuncture, followed by my unique technique to massage your head. That's why you slept so soundly. I assume you've always had poor sleep—no need to deny it, I can tell," Luo Qingwu said with a faint smile.
She felt some sympathy for him.
What good was being born into wealth if he had to endure torment from childhood to adulthood?
"Everyone knows you're a good-for-nothing. Why do you understand medicine?" Di Moye's deep, unfathomable eyes were like icy stars, cold and piercing.
"Everyone knows my mother was a divine physician. As the daughter of a divine physician, my talent naturally isn't lacking," Luo Qingwu said without batting an eye.
Di Moye narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't believe her words, even though he had never interacted with her before, he had seen her from afar a few times.
The current her was completely different from before.
"Come again tomorrow."
"Can I ask you for a person?" Luo Qingwu schemed in her mind.
"A person?"
Luo Qingwu nodded. "If I treat you, someone will surely dislike me and want to kill me. I need protection."
"…" Di Moye.
A moment later.
Luo Qingwu walked outside contentedly. Seeing Duan Linlang, she said provocatively, "See you tomorrow."
Duan Linlang glared. She was coming again tomorrow??
She had spent the entire day in the Night King's room today, and he hadn't even let her in. The Night King hadn't come out all day either. What were they doing in that room?
…
Luo Family's main hall.
"Oh, so many people. Elders, you've come too," Luo Qingwu said with a smile, looking at the elderly men seated on both sides.
The elders looked at her with disdain and contempt. Her very existence was a disgrace to the Luo family.
"We are discussing matters with the family head. This is none of your concern. Leave," the Elder said coldly, his expression stern and imposing.
Luo Qingwu sneered inwardly and directly took a seat beside Luo Haixuan—the spot usually reserved for her grandfather.
"As the young master of the Luo family, I have the right to sit here and listen," Luo Qingwu declared, sitting upright and speaking with unwavering confidence.
The faces of several elders instantly darkened, their hearts filled with contempt. Was she even worthy of being the Luo family's young master?
"What kind of young master are you? I am the rightful one," Luo Zhao snapped, his face livid and his eyes sharp as knives.
He had only learned of the events of the past two days upon returning home. This wretch had harmed his mother and sister, and he would make sure she suffered a fate worse than death.
Luo Qingwu rolled her eyes at him before turning her gaze to the six elders. "The clan rules state that the family head position is inherited by the legitimate heir. Once I come of age, I am eligible to inherit the position."
Her words fell, and the front hall was plunged into deathly silence.
Luo Zhao’s fierce gaze seemed ready to devour her, but with the six elders present, he couldn’t act. Otherwise, he would have forced Luo Qingwu to kneel and beg for mercy as she had in the past.
The Elder’s face darkened, his eyes sharp and cold. "It is true that the clan has such a rule," he said icily, "but there is also a provision that if the heir fails the trial, a capable successor may be selected from within the clan."
Luo Qingwu stood up, unfazed. "I will take the trial."
With that, she turned and strode away.
Luo Zhao laughed in anger, his voice sharp and biting. "Luo Qingwu, how dare you bring a wild man back with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine.
The man in black exuded a beast-like aura, his icy eyes concealing a violent, murderous intent.
Luo Qingwu smiled and introduced him openly. "This is the Night King’s personal guard, specially assigned to protect me. Any objections?"
Ji Yuan’s face darkened. Clearly, she was the one who had asked his master for this man. Was it really appropriate to lie so blatantly?
Everyone present was stunned.
The Night King had assigned his personal guard to protect her?
"You worthless trash who only brings shame to the Luo family! Who allowed you to go treat the Night King? If you fail to cure him, the Luo family will suffer the consequences," Luo Zhao roared furiously, his face filled with disgust.
The six elders’ expressions changed abruptly, their gazes toward Luo Qingwu growing even colder and more disdainful.
Yet, she was Luo Huaijin’s daughter.
Thinking of her parents, they couldn’t help but feel regret.
One was a cultivation genius.
The other was a renowned divine physician.
Who would have thought their daughter would turn out to be a worthless waste, bringing no honor to the family and instead making the Luo family the laughingstock of the capital?
"If I cure the Night King’s illness, it will bring unparalleled honor to the Luo family. Do not forget that my mother was a famous divine physician," Luo Qingwu declared, her expression radiating noble confidence and authority.
The six elders fell silent, their lips pressed tightly together. They knew all too well the extent of her mother’s medical skills. Back then, thanks to her medicine, their cultivation had advanced rapidly.
It was a pity she had mysteriously disappeared later.
If her parents were still here, the Luo family would not be in its current state of decline, and Luo Qingwu likely would not have been a cultivation failure.
"Since you have decided to treat the Night King, do so with care and diligence. Do not tarnish your mother’s reputation," the Elder said gravely, his tone stern.
He had no confidence in her. After all, no one had ever taught her medicine. Even if she had talent and had read medical books, she would at most possess only superficial knowledge.
"I will make my mother proud," Luo Qingwu declared before leaving with a carefree stride. She had a strong intuition—her parents were definitely still alive.
After seeing her leave, Luo Haixuan's eyes swiftly flashed with a fleeting trace of venom. Damn it, she managed to dodge it again.
Today, he had arranged for someone to assassinate Luo Qingwu.
Even if she was treating the Night King, as long as she died by accident, it wouldn't implicate the Luo family.