This woman’s face… is not the face of Mo Yunjing’s mother.
Mo Yunjing’s mother’s portrait was something she had seen with her own eyes, and Mo Yunjing had also told her that his mother’s appearance was exactly the same as in the painting.
So, the woman lying in bed at this time is not Mo Yunjing’s mother?
Because of her appearance, she doesn’t look anything like the late Empress in the portrait.
But, she still wanted to see if there was any peach blossom on her nape.
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“……”
The man in the mask paused, his sharp eyes fixed on An Xuetang as if trying to see through her mind, wanting to know if she was playing games.
But Bu An Xuetang would never let him see through her, after speaking to him, she turned her head towards the beauty again, taking out a small porcelain bottle from her waist.
She poured out a bit of a milky, watery substance, ready to smear it on the beauty’s neck.
The masked man, upon seeing this, suddenly rushed forward and snatched the porcelain bottle from her hand. “Stop!”
Unfazed by his harsh reprimand, An Xue Tang calmly raised her head to look at him. She pointed at the porcelain bottle in his hand, “After all, you understand medicine. Just smell it yourself and you’ll know what’s inside.”
The masked man’s face darkened. He placed the porcelain bottle under his nose and sniffed it, recognizing the various medicinal herbs inside. His tense nerves eased slightly, but he still glared at An Xue Tang with displeasure. “Her skin is delicate and not suited for such complex concoctions.”
An Xuetang narrowed her eyes slightly, “Whether it’s suitable or not, you just watch. Since you don’t trust this concubine, why agree to let this concubine handle it?”
The masked man’s sharp, icy eyes were fixed on An Xuetang. If it were anyone else, they would have probably been terrified by his menacing gaze. But the person facing him was An Xuetang, a woman who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. How could she possibly be afraid of just his stare?
As expected, the two were now engaged in a test of endurance. In the end, the masked man relented, returning the porcelain bottle to An Xuetang. But he didn’t forget to threaten, “If anything happens to her, you and everyone you care about won’t live to see another day!”
An Xuetang’s face was expressionless. “This concubine has a good memory, she doesn’t need your repeated reminders.”
After that, An Xuetang took the porcelain bottle from her hand and continued to apply it to the sleeping beauty’s neck.
She couldn’t abruptly flip the beauty over to look at her nape, otherwise her intentions would be too obvious. This masked man was too cautious; if he saw her actions, he would definitely become suspicious.
After wiping the beauty’s neck, An Xuetang immediately began to unbutton her clothes.
She didn’t seem to care about the masked man at all on the surface, but she still wanted him to leave on his own.
After she untied the beauty’s sash, as expected, the masked man stood there for a moment before turning and leaving.
Listening to the sound of his footsteps, An Xue Tang’s mouth twitched slightly. She didn’t expect this man to be so innocent about this beauty?
If they are a married couple or lovers, there’s really nothing wrong with looking, is there?
Could it be… that he and this beauty… are in love but unable to be together?
Hearing him close the door, An Xue Tang shook her head slightly. Then she turned her head and looked thoughtfully at the closed door. The man’s figure stood guard by the door.
An Xuetang turned her head and immediately reached out to check the back of this beauty’s neck, as she had expected, there was nothing on the back of this beauty’s neck.
An Xue Tang was also worried that she might be deliberately concealed by the masked man. She checked back and forth on the beauty’s neck, confirming that there was nothing here, and that there were no signs of being touched, before putting her back in place.
She didn’t need to unrobe the beauty to see her skin; she had time now to study the woman’s face, wanting to memorize it so she could sketch it later and show it to Ajing, to see if he recognized the beauty.
An Xue Tang stared at the beauty for a moment, then when she felt it was about time, she re-tied the beauty’s sash and left.
The man in the mask outside saw her leave and stared at her impassively, “Do you have any chance?”
An Xuetang nodded slightly, “Eight out of ten, but it’s estimated that some precious and hard-to-find medicinal materials will be needed. You’ll have to figure that out.”
The masked man didn’t worry about it at all. He glanced at the person lying in bed, and said coldly, “You don’t need to worry about the medicinal herbs. Just tell me what you need.”
An Xuetang nodded slightly, “Good, this concubine will return to the room and write it down for you. By the way, you will also need to prepare a large bathtub. After the medicinal herbs arrive, this concubine needs to give the beauty a medicated bath.”
“Alright.”
After explaining everything, An Xuetang left directly.
She returned to the room, Mo Yunjing had already fallen asleep, Feng Ming was just sitting in the house, seeing her return, Feng Ming frowned, “A Tang, that woman’s illness, can you really cure it?”
An Xuetang nodded slightly, “Perhaps I have a way, let’s try first.”
As she spoke, she walked to the bedside and looked at Mo Yunjing, lowering her voice and saying, “Brother, what’s wrong with Ajing? His face is even paler than before.”
“Normal phenomenon.”
Feng Ming rose, “There’s a force within him that’s running amok. My brother sealed his acupoints, he’ll be awake in two hours.”
“Hmm.”
An Xue Tang bent down and covered Mo Yun Jing with the blanket, then turned back to the table. There was just paper in this room, and she still had the charcoal pencil that Mo Yun Jing had made for her…
After taking it out, she wrote down the herbs she wanted that man to buy right in front of Feng Ming.
An Xuetang had written quite a bit. Seeing several of the herbs listed, such as red peony root, forsythia, and *Pulsatilla chinensis*, Feng Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly.
After An Xuetang finished writing everything, he finally spoke up and asked, “A Tang, these herbs are clearly for treating internal injuries. With this written down, would that person agree to buy them for you?”
An Xuetang let out a cold snort, “He doesn’t want to buy it, he has to. He cares about that woman just as much as I care about my brother and Ajing.”
Feng Ming reached out and rubbed her head, “Don’t worry, Mo Yun Jing is your husband, your elder brother will find a way to make him better.”
He doesn’t have much time left anyway. After he’s gone, it will be Mo Yunjing who accompanies A Tang and takes care of her. So he has made up his mind to pass on all his kung fu to Mo Yunjing.
An Xuetang didn’t know that Feng Ming had already secretly made a decision. She thought at this moment that Feng Ming was just comforting her, so she smiled at him, “Brother, don’t worry, Ajing will be fine.”
With her around, she naturally wouldn’t let anything happen to him!