Regarding Mu Anxiao’s question, Feng Qishi also had a thorough answer.
But seeing her curious expression, he decided to play hard to get, “Aren’t you quite smart?”
Mu Anxiao: “……”
Feng Qishi asked, “Do you think I know the reason?”
“If I didn’t think so, why would I ask you?” Mu Anxiao said, reaching out and pushing Feng Qishi’s arm hard.
Immediately, Feng Qishi’s brows tightened.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao asked, “What’s with that expression?”
Yesterday, because Feng Qishi had been lenient with A Xia, he had sustained quite a few wounds. To avoid worrying them, he had deliberately changed into new clothes and put on a facade of being fine.
Now, Mu Anxiao’s sudden push had landed directly on his wound. Due to the unexpectedness, he couldn’t control his facial expression.
“This is my expression,” he gritted out.
Mu Anxiao’s push had been quite forceful. He gasped, the pain still lingering.
“What’s wrong?” Mu Anxiao asked, looking at Feng Qishi’s arm. Blood had already soaked through his sleeve. “You…” Uttering a single syllable, she finally remembered Feng Qishi’s fierce battle with A Xia yesterday.
So, she retracted the words at the tip of her tongue, gently took Feng Qishi’s hand, and said, “Let me see.”
Feng Qishi’s forehead was covered in beads of sweat. “I’m fine.” He flinched his arm.
“……” Mu Anxiao paid him no mind, unceremoniously lifting his sleeve. She saw that the gauze bandaging his wound had turned red. “It’s this serious.”
Feng Qishi: “I’m fine.”
“You’d better cooperate,” Mu Anxiao said, looking up at Feng Qishi.
“I can heal myself.”
“If you can heal yourself, then what’s this wound?”
“I…”
“Let’s go.” Mu Anxiao firmly took Feng Qishi’s hand.
Feng Qishi stiffened. “I really am fine.”
“……” Mu Anxiao shot Feng Qishi a glare and then pulled him towards the room.
Feng Qishi followed helplessly.
A quarter of an hour later…
Because Mu Anxiao had undergone a great tribulation, her healing spell had also been affected.
So, she could only apply medicine to him first.
“Once my spell recovers,” Mu Anxiao said as she tidied the medicine bottles on the table, “I’ll immediately heal your wound.”
“This medicine is fine. Don’t waste your spiritual energy anymore,” Feng Qishi said, gently touching the gauze bandaging his wound.
“You have quite a few injuries, looking at you. If they aren’t healed with a spell, they won’t recover in half a month. A spell is necessary.”
Hearing the urgency in Mu Anxiao’s voice, Feng Qishi asked, “Is something bothering you?”
“Yes, I have something. In a few days, I want to do something big.”
“What big thing?”
“Go and meet those monsters.”
“……”
Then, seeing Feng Qishi’s speechless expression, Mu Anxiao paused and asked again, “He was already that powerful, why did he still get injured by the monsters?”
After going in circles, they were back where they started.
After Mu Anxiao’s push just now, Feng Qishi dared not remain silent any longer. “When a person is provoked, they possess infinite strength. What about monsters?”
“You mean, those monsters have started to fight back.”
“Yes.”
“Do you think Shen Xian got injured?”
“He definitely did.”
“Then he’ll definitely go again tonight. His subordinates are all injured. He…” Mu Anxiao thought about Shen Xian’s perfunctory attitude towards her today and said firmly, “He will definitely go himself.”
“There’s a possibility.”
“If he goes tonight, won’t he get even more seriously injured?”
“His injuries are already severe.”
“Then what should we do?”
Feng Qishi shook his head. “I don’t know. I only know that if I stay here with you any longer, Shen Xian will definitely get angry.” With that, he stood up.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi. “……”
Feng Qishi questioned, “Why are you looking at me?”
Mu Anxiao smiled. “I’ll be counting on you for what happens next.”
“What do you need to count on me for?”
“Supervise him,” Mu Anxiao said, picking up the broom leaning against the table. “I’ll sweep the floor for you.”
“How will I supervise him?”
“I think you two get along quite well. Go to his room, and then stall him, so he doesn’t go out tonight.”
“He won’t listen to me.”
“Find a way to make him listen.”
Because of her mission, Mu Anxiao couldn’t just watch Shen Xian go and suffer again.
After much thought, if she were to supervise Shen Xian personally, Shen Xian would continue to dismiss her.
However, with Feng Qishi by his side, she thought, he wouldn’t act that way. Instead, he would simply think that his junior brother cared about him.
However, Feng Qishi did not think Mu Anxiao’s plan was good. “I’m not going.”
“You have to go, whether you want to or not. I’ll sweep the floor for you.”
“No need.”
“……” Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi and left the room with the broom.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao’s retreating back, deliberately ignoring him, and frowned.
As Mu Anxiao had arranged, Feng Qishi outwardly refused, but he had already begun to act.
“Senior Brother, are you there?” he stood before the door, gently knocking on Shen Xian’s room.
Shen Xian, sitting at his desk, looked up at the door. “Come in.”
Immediately, Feng Qishi glanced down at the clay pot in the tray, kicked the door open, and stepped over the threshold. “Drink the soup.” As he spoke, he carried the tray to the desk.
Shen Xian said, “I don’t like soup.”
“…” Feng Qishi placed the tray on the table, then turned sideways, raised his index finger towards the door, and the door closed.
Outside, Mu Anxiao swept the floor absentmindedly and chuckled, thinking, “Not bad, not bad. Shen the crazy is quite obedient.”
“What are you doing?”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned around to look at the sachet that had stopped in front of her. “Sweeping. Can’t you tell?”
“Why is there blood in the room?”
“Do you have to be so serious?”
“It’s Feng Qishi’s blood.”
“You already know, and you’re still asking.”
“What I told you, you…”
“Shen Xian agreed. Don’t blame me,” Mu Anxiao interrupted.
The sachet was stunned. “He agreed to you interacting with Feng Qishi?”
“Yes. Now, I’ve handed over the responsibility of taking care of him to Shen the crazy… Feng Qishi. Soon, my mission will be completed.” After speaking, she turned and continued sweeping.
The sachet watched Mu Anxiao’s back, then lowered its gaze and thought, “The soup in the kitchen wasn’t boiled by you?”
Mu Anxiao said while sweeping, “Of course not.”
“It was Feng Qishi?”
“Mhm,” Mu Anxiao nodded and asked, “By the way, where did you go just now?”
The sachet replied, “Looking after the main gate.”
“Looking…” Uttering a single syllable, Mu Anxiao quickly turned to look at the sachet, exclaiming in surprise, “You were looking after the main gate?”