Xiao Yao had just emerged from the medicine repository.
Despite the vastness of the repository, she couldn't find the medicinal ingredient she sought.
After searching thoroughly, she became increasingly convinced that much of the knowledge she possessed absolutely did not belong to this era.
The Xuan King's manor possessed a comprehensive medicine repository, containing virtually every known medicine. However, the items she referred to as Western medicine, stored in her mind, left no trace here.
If it wasn't from this era, then from which era did it originate?
Why did she know so much? And from which era did she hail?
Xiao Yao's hand instinctively moved to her wrist.
On her wrist was an ornament, wide enough to completely conceal the pattern beneath.
Now, with her slender fingers resting on her wrist, she could feel the space within the pattern.
Western medicine… that was right, her space truly contained what was known as Western medicine.
There were many medicines, preserved in very special packaging.
However, none were suitable for her use.
Furthermore, within that space, there was some kind of system? She didn't know how to use it.
It seemed capable of searching for many things, but she had no idea how to acquire them.
Did she need to purchase them?
How would she purchase them?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Xiao Yao's mind.
It was as if she was about to recall something.
However, before she could, a figure suddenly burst into her peripheral vision.
In that instant, all the inspiration in her mind vanished completely.
Feng Ye Xuan?
He leaned against a tree, his posture entirely unlike that of a noble prince.
Instead, he resembled a chivalrous warrior wandering the martial world.
No, that wasn't quite right either. He looked more like a dissolute young master; his stance was far too casual, lacking any noble bearing.
Yet, looking at him, how could he be so… devastatingly captivating?
Handsome men looked good doing anything, and their stances were always charming.
Despite this, Xiao Yao decided to pretend she hadn't seen him.
She hoped he was merely standing there to cool off… although the night air at this time could already be described as chilly.
Xiao Yao, with her head lowered, was about to walk past Feng Ye Xuan. Before she even reached him, she felt two scorching gazes locked onto her.
The sensation was both cold and hot, and she couldn't fathom its meaning. Regardless, it made her scalp tingle.
She felt extremely uncomfortable.
Xiao Yao quickly quickened her pace.
Only a few steps remained.
A few more steps, and she could pass by him, and then they would be entirely unrelated.
Don't call her, don't stop her, just pretend you didn't see her.
Amitabha!
But clearly, her wish was extravagant.
Just as she was about to pass Feng Ye Xuan, she heard his deep voice ring out:
"Do you want me to carry you back before we talk properly?"
His voice was chilling, devoid of any hint of jest.
Xiao Yao froze, then finally turned and smiled at him: "Your Highness, your voice seems to have recovered."
Feng Ye Xuan ignored her words, his cold gaze still fixed on her face.
Her unappealing face, just as Chu Qian Li had said, was indeed rather ugly.
Yet, for some reason, he never tired of looking at her.
"Follow me," he said, turning to leave.
Xiao Yao, however, remained rooted to the spot, watching his receding back, not particularly inclined to follow.
Could she refuse to go? She had absolutely no desire to be entangled with this scoundrel.
Once she found the medicinal ingredient and healed Fu Ning, she would leave.
Why should she continue to be entangled?
What would be the consequences if she didn't follow him? Should she test it?
Xiao Yao moved cautiously. After Feng Ye Xuan had walked a considerable distance away, she began to inch away, step by tiny step, in the opposite direction.