Yun Xiao looked up at the girl's daydreaming expression and finally realized, grabbing a cushion from the bed and throwing it over, snorting in embarrassment.
"Su Wanwan, your mind is truly vulgar. I'm thinking of finding someone to marry you off."
Wanwan jumped and dodged the cushion Yun Xiao threw, then started to exclaim.
"Mistress, why else would you be so tired? Did I say something wrong? Why marry me off? I am someone who will follow Mistress for life."
By the end, she sounded extremely aggrieved. Yun Xiao was both amused and annoyed, pointing at the scattered herbs and other items on the table. "I was treating a patient last night. What were you thinking?"
Wanwan froze, looking at Yun Xiao, her face flushing slightly. So she had been overthinking things. It seemed one learned from one's mistress. She really was becoming a bit vulgar. But who was it last night?
She recalled the shop assistant mentioning someone picking up medicine in the night, but she hadn't paid much attention. It must have been someone the mistress had saved.
"Who?"
"The person you're always talking about, Wanwan."
Yun Xiao counterattacked, speaking with a fake smile as she began to get dressed. Wanwan, on the side, was seriously thinking. Who was it? She talked about many people, especially handsome men. However, the most prominent would have to be Ye Wu Yun.
"Could it be Young Master Ye?"
"Clever."
Yun Xiao smiled and nodded. After washing up, she put on her mask in front of the mirror and tied up her hair.
The sunlight was gentle, illuminating Wanwan's face. Her brows were furrowed in thought, her expression full of a captivating aura that invited imagination. Her fair skin was like a flower bathed in mist. She paid no mind to Yun Xiao's half-amused expression, a hint of concern naturally gracing her lips.
"Is he alright? With everything that happened to the Ye family, he must be devastated."
"His cold poison has recurred, and it's worse than before. If he doesn't take his medicine on time, I fear he's beyond saving."
After these words were spoken, a sense of heaviness settled upon both women in the room. They remembered their first meeting, when that man, who seemed to descend from the heavens, treated them like beggars and gave them a silver ingot on the street.
To hear such news about such a refined and elegant person was unbearable for anyone.
Who would dare attack such an ethereal being?
Ye Si Yuan, with his high position and authority, was bound to have offended many people. Even his own daughter, Zi Chan, had come forward to deal with him, let alone those lurking in the shadows.
Yun Xiao sighed inwardly, feeling heartache for such a refined, celestial-like figure to be born into such a family. She had hoped to have a friend like him, but she wondered what the outcome would be.
Silence filled the room. A gentle breeze blew past, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance. The tinkling of the curtain was clear and pleasant, like the resonant strumming of a stream.
Outside the small building, a voice called out, "Wanwan Jie, Wanwan Jie."
Wanwan snapped back to attention and walked to the window. Outside stood Yan Mei, her head slightly tilted as she looked upwards. Golden sunlight fell on her face, clearly revealing the fine freckles on her nose. This tiny imperfection could not conceal her natural beauty.
With something to do, Yan Mei appeared full of vitality, managing the medical clinic inside and out with great care. Moreover, her learning was rapid.
She could now dispense medicine independently, earning the admiration of the shop assistants and doctors. She was diligent and serious in her work.
"What is it?"
"Someone delivered a message saying Young Master Leng Yue is invited to meet at the teahouse in front of the clinic."
Yan Mei reported respectfully. The messenger was a young boy from the street, who left after delivering the message. She was unsure what to do, so she came to report to the Young Master.
Yun Xiao had already heard the conversation downstairs and stood up, moving to the window. The light gauze fluttered, stirring her dark hair, giving her a surprisingly ethereal appearance.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know. Does the Young Master wish to meet? If not, I will send someone to reply."
Yan Mei saw that her mistress had not moved and assumed she didn't want to go. She turned to leave, preparing to send a reply.
Yun Xiao frowned and thought for a moment. Since she had nothing else to do today, she decided to meet them. She wanted to see who was being so mysterious.
"Yan Mei, I'll go over in a moment."
Yan Mei, who was about to leave the small courtyard, raised her eyebrows in surprise upon hearing Yun Xiao's words but responded very readily. "Alright, then I'll go and get busy."
Yun Xiao turned back and unhurriedly sat by the window, basking in the sun. She didn't look like someone going to an appointment, but rather someone with nothing to do. Wanwan walked over, her voice filled with worry.
"Mistress, who could it be? They didn't even leave a name. Perhaps we shouldn't go. How about I play the zither for you?"
"I want to see who it is that wants to see me."
She said this and stood up. If the person truly had business, they would wait for her. She intended to give them a little show of authority and test their patience.
"But what if it's someone bad?"
"Aren't Meteor and Chasing Moon with me? I'm not someone easily dealt with either." She now had many medicines on her, intended for necessary use, so there was nothing to fear.
She could only be careful now, as greater storms were coming. Since she had become the woman Murong loved, even if she didn't seek trouble, trouble would find her. Once Murong ascended the throne, things would likely become even more complicated.
"Let's go."
The two of them left through the back door and headed towards a teahouse not far in front. As soon as they entered, a waiter approached them solicitously. "Young Master Leng Yue, a guest is waiting for you in the private room."
The two followed the waiter towards the private room, wondering what kind of guest this was, so mysterious that it piqued her interest.
However, Wanwan was different from Yun Xiao's excited curiosity. She was a little worried and muttered in a low voice, "Mistress, this person is being so secretive, they're probably not a good person. We should just ignore them."
"Am I someone who fears trouble?"
Yun Xiao glanced sideways at her. She was never someone who feared trouble, only someone who found it bothersome.
The waiter in front, hearing the conversation behind them and recalling the rumors about Young Master Leng Yue in Yan Jing City, shivered slightly.
Rumor had it that this Young Master Leng Yue had astonishing medical skills but a peculiar temperament. He would drive people away in anger and save them in joy.
Let alone ordinary people, even the current Emperor, if displeased him, he would simply walk away without bothering to acknowledge them.
Who would dare provoke such a formidable figure? It would be courting death.
As for the guest in the private room, he hadn't seen what she looked like because this person wore a black cloak. The reason he said "she" was because of her delicate and graceful figure, like a flower swaying in the wind.
The waiter pushed open the door to the private room and secretly glanced inside at the woman. She was looking out at the street from the window that had been opened in the private room. She did not look towards him, so the waiter only saw the back of her head.