Chapter 25: Are the Pursuers Here Again?

"Do you have new wounds on your arm?" Pan Yueqing glanced slightly and saw three torn wounds on Qi Si'an's right arm. She then slightly raised her chin, trying to gain a little space for her neck that had already been scratched with a small wound. A smile bloomed on her face as she met Qi Si'an's indifferent expression. "The claws of wolves often scratch rotting meat and carry corpse poison. Don't you really feel your heart racing a little bit now?"

Qi Si'an was just about to open his mouth to deny it, but he unconsciously released the hilt of the sword in his hand, covered his chest, and knelt down on one knee. The color that had just returned to his face faded rapidly before their eyes. He slightly raised his eyes and reached out his hand towards Pan Yueqing. "…Save me…"

"No," Pan Yueqing crossed her arms in her sleeves and looked at him with cold eyes, straightforwardly rejecting Qi Si'an's plea for help. "You've always wanted to silence me. How do I know if you'll kill me after this? " She slightly bent down and extended two slender fingers to pinch Qi Si'an's face. "Don't you know that the dead are the safest?"

Cold sweat poured down Qi Si'an like rain, wetting the baby hair on his forehead. Perhaps he exerted strength on the verge of death. He grabbed Pan Yueqing's slender neck, and his eyes were as fierce as a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, full of the determination to kill with one strike. But in the face of Pan Yueqing's calm and fearless gaze, he was defeated. He dejectedly released his hand. "If I die… you won't… be able to live either…"

"Di Geng… will be here soon… I set off a… distress flare last night… My people can see it, and Di Geng can also…" Qi Si'an enunciated the words with difficulty. He covered his chest and was only supporting his body with the blade of the sword. Although he looked in a sorry state, he still exuded an overbearing aura that was hard to ignore.

Even though he was kneeling on one knee, there was still an unyielding spirit in his spine.

Pan Yueqing turned her face away. "Your wound wasn't caused by wolf claws. I won't save you."

"You just need to… find me… the root of the costusroot… and grind it into powder…" Qi Si'an gasped a few times. His lips were pale, and his body was shaking violently. "At the door… Twenty steps away from the door, there's a cluster of costusroot…"

"I'm not running a charity hall. I can save you, but you must promise me three things," Pan Yueqing paced around Qi Si'an twice. Seeing Qi Si'an nod with difficulty, she was satisfied and said, "First, I won't tell anyone about your affairs, but you can't try to take my life anymore. Second, I need you to handle all the matters for me to go back from here. I still want to go back and be the Second Miss of the Pan Mansion. Third, I want money."

Qi Si'an waved his hand impatiently. The dull pain in his chest was a strange illness he had had since birth. It usually didn't flare up, but if the injuries on his body were too severe and his body had a fever, it would be triggered. The honeysuckle heat-clearing and detoxifying pills that he usually carried with him had long been lost during his escape. Now, he could only settle for the next best thing and numb his pain for a while. Looking at Pan Yueqing's departing back, he only felt that this woman was really terrifying. At first, he had never heard of the reputation of the Second Miss of the Pan family in the capital. The most he had heard was that there was a talented Third Miss in the Pan Prime Minister's Mansion. But later, he also heard about the affairs of the Pingnan Bo Mansion. At that time, he had just thought it was just the scheming of women in the inner courtyard.

But he had never expected that he could see such real and terrifying harshness in the eyes of a woman who had been raised in a boudoir. This person who called herself a "little woman" had an astonishing amount of courage. If such a person was allowed to return to the capital, she might really be able to stir up a storm. Now in the capital, all the intrigues were hidden beneath the surface of peace, and it was precisely in need of a variable.

I hope you are that variable. Qi Si'an sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest. The colic in his chest eased slightly, but the pain from the wounds on his body seemed to be magnified several times.

Not long after, Pan Yueqing appeared at the entrance of the cave. She was holding the washed costusroot in her hand. He watched as Pan Yueqing silently squatted on the ground and picked up the stone that she had used to grind the garden burnet root yesterday. Before she started, she suddenly raised her hand and held the costusroot in front of Qi Si'an. She didn't say a word, but Qi Si'an understood that Pan Yueqing meant: she hadn't played any tricks this time.

After receiving Qi Si'an's nod of approval, Pan Yueqing continued to turn her gaze to the costusroot on the stone surface. She hammered the root until it was烂, ground it into a fine powder, and swept it onto the leaf. Then she raised her eyes and looked at Qi Si'an. "How do I use it?" "Take it with water," Qi Si'an caught his breath and leaned against the stone wall sideways.

Pan Yueqing nodded, stood up, and took a bamboo tube of mountain spring water that she had fetched when she went out earlier. She poured the costusroot powder into it, shook it a few times, and then held it in front of Qi Si'an. "Drink it yourself. I'll grind the garden burnet roots on the ground into powder. It should be enough to apply the medicine on you one more time."

After saying that, she took the garden burnet roots, picked up the stone, and carefully ground the dried garden burnet roots into a fine powder. She motioned for Qi Si'an to turn his back to her. Then she sat cross-legged behind Qi Si'an and carefully poured the powder onto his body. The two ends of the knife wound on his back were faintly showing signs of scabbing. After applying the medicine, Pan Yueqing sat in the corner, picked up a wild fruit, wiped it on her sleeve, and took a bite. Then she saw a hand stretch out in front of her. She slightly raised her eyes and saw Qi Si'an smiling halfway. "I want one too."

"Get it yourself," Pan Yueqing gave him a glare.

Qi Si'an let out an "oh" and took two steps forward to pick up a wild fruit in the corner and put it directly into his mouth. Pan Yueqing couldn't help but stop his action and said in disgust, "Aren't you going to wipe it?"

"Do I need to wipe it? Didn't you wash it clean when you picked it?" Qi Si'an was a bit confused. The fruits that had always been presented to him were already cleaned and even peeled. Could there really be fruits in the world that needed to be wiped before eating?

"Sir, even if I washed it clean before bringing it back, it has been on the ground for a day," Pan Yueqing slightly raised her eyes and noticed that what replaced the broken leather belt around Qi Si'an's waist was actually a strip of cloth torn from her outer garment. He had wrapped it around three times and stuffed it into his waistband. Pan Yueqing expressed that she had never seen such a way of tying a belt. She suddenly realized and pointed at Qi Si'an in disbelief. "You don't know how to tie a belt?"

The way to tie the original leather belt was the simplest. She had thought he had done it for convenience, but it turned out that he didn't know how.

Qi Si'an seemed to be irritated by Pan Yueqing's disbelief. He pushed her finger aside. "I have twenty maids to serve me when I dress. Why should I know how?"

"Now there's no one to serve you…" Before Pan Yueqing could finish her sentence, she saw Qi Si'an cover her mouth with one hand. Just when she thought the "venomous snake" Qi was furious, she heard Qi Si'an whisper in her ear, "Be quiet. Someone is coming!"

! Someone else is coming? Hearing Qi Si'an's deep voice, Pan Yueqing's heart sank as well. Could it be the pursuers again?