Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

When An Chengyun and her daughter arrived, Ji Nuan had just dealt with the assassin and was about to treat Mo Cong's injuries.

The scene before them made both mother and daughter feel nervous.

The tables and chairs that were originally neatly arranged on the rooftop were now in a messy and crooked state, and the gauze curtains were torn and falling. The place that was originally full of poetry and picturesque scenery had now become a mess. Obviously, it had just experienced a battle of swords and sabers.

"Nuannuan, Master Jun, are you all okay?" An Chengyun asked with concern, scanning everyone. Seeing Mo Cong covered in blood, she was shocked. "Ouch! How could this young man be so badly injured and bleeding so much? Let's take him to the clinic to see a doctor first."

"Auntie An, don't worry. I can take care of his injuries." Ji Nuan comforted him softly, then added with a hint of reproach: "Everyone downstairs already knows that something happened upstairs. How dare you two weak women run up there? What if you run into danger?"

Qiao Qiao said embarrassedly, "Actually, when we came up, the shopkeeper did stop us, and my mother and I were quite scared. Since we thought your meeting place was on this top floor, we were worried that you might have encountered some misfortune, so we mustered up the courage to come up, thinking that maybe we could be of some help."

After hearing this, Ji Nuan was very touched that they were willing to risk their lives to help, but she had to say that it was fortunate that they came a step late, otherwise they would not be helping but would be a hindrance.

Jun Xianlan interrupted at this moment and said, "Those people came to assassinate me, but they are all fine now. Let Miss Ji help Mo Cong with his injuries first. We can discuss our cooperation later."

Perhaps sensing Jun Xianlan's concern for Mo Cong's injury, An Chengyun tactfully said, "After something like this, it's really not appropriate to discuss cooperation anymore. Mr. Jun, please focus on the matters at hand. We can arrange another time to discuss in detail."

Jun Xianlan apologized for making the mother and daughter go on a wasted trip. "Okay, I'll go to Yanzhixiang to see Boss An myself tomorrow."

An Chengyun nodded in agreement, said hello to Ji Nuan, and left with Qiao Qiao.

Mo Cong was seriously injured, so it was not a good idea to move him like that.

Ji Nuan pulled the necessary surgical supplies from her sleeve and laid them out on the table. After carefully wiping her hands with a damp cloth, she began cleaning Mo Cong's wound, stitching it, applying medicine, and bandaging it. Her movements were so smooth and fluid that the woman in green was amazed.

"I never knew a wound could be sutured like clothing. This treatment method is truly unique! You're so young, yet your medical skills are so impressive. May I ask which famous doctor you studied under?"

"You're too kind. My master was just a country doctor, not a famous one." Ji Nuan said, "Meeting you twice today is a kind of fate. What's your name, young lady?"

The woman in green smiled freely and confidently, "People in the martial arts world call me - Xiaoyao Sword."

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to reveal his real name, Ji Nuan jokingly introduced herself, "Haha, my name is Long Aotian, nice to meet you." She casually took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Jun Xianlan, saying, "Give Mo Cong one pill each morning and evening. Mr. Jun, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

Jun Xianlan nodded gratefully: "Yes. Thank you for today!"

After Ji Nuan left, Xiaoyao Jian walked up to Jun Xianlan with a smile and teased, "Now, shouldn't we talk about the life-saving favor you owe me? Look at this beautiful face, it really makes me want to keep it. Otherwise..." She gently bent her finger and tapped Jun Xianlan's chin, "How about you come home with me and be my son-in-law?"

"No!" Mo Cong objected excitedly, "Young Master is the only son of the Patriarch, and he has a heavy responsibility. Besides, he's already engaged."

Jun Xianlan lowered her eyes and glanced at her, then calmly responded, "Young lady, you can make other requests."

Xiaoyao Jian crossed his arms, his fingers lightly bouncing, a trace of regret on his face: "Ah! Is that so? I won't force you then. When I have made up my mind, I will naturally come to you."

After saying that, she gave Jun Xianlan a mysterious smile, turned around and leaped, her figure instantly disappearing into the night.

Ji Nuan returned home and told her family that Shen Songhe would come to visit them the next day.

After hearing this, Ji's father seemed extremely nervous.

When his two sons got married, they were not as nervous as he was meeting his future in-laws when his daughter got married this time.

He turned to Ji's mother with a little panic and asked anxiously, "What do we need to prepare? Madam Song is from the capital after all. Will she find our house too simple?"

The second sister-in-law suggested, "How about we clean the house thoroughly and buy some decorations to make it look more presentable?"

Ji Chuan continued, "We can clean, but let's skip the decoration! We're just ordinary farmers, not as noble as the Song family. If we decorate too much, it will seem like we're trying to curry favor with them, asking for something from them, which will only make them look down on us."

Father Ji nodded in agreement: "Xiaochuan is right. Our daughter will never have trouble finding a husband. We can't let people think we're impatient and make our daughter look worthless."

Seeing her family so thoughtfully consider her marriage, Ji Nuan was deeply moved. She gently reassured them, "Dad, Mom, brother, sister-in-law, don't be so nervous. We can just treat it like a normal guest. Madam Song isn't one to put on airs; she's quite easygoing and easy to get along with." To reassure her family, she deliberately showed off the jade auspicious cloud bracelet on her wrist and said with a smile, "Look, this is the little gift Madam Song gave me. Isn't it beautiful?"

The second sister-in-law carefully examined the jade auspicious cloud bracelet on Ji Nuan's wrist and exclaimed in admiration: "Judging from the texture and craftsmanship of this thing, it must be worth a lot of money. Madam Song must be very impressed with you for giving such a valuable gift as a meeting gift, right?"

Ji Nuan smiled gently and explained, "Second sister-in-law, this is not a meeting gift. It was purely accidental that we met today. Madam Song said this was her little token of appreciation, and the meeting gift was prepared separately."

Mother Ji looked at Ji Nuan with satisfaction, "It seems that Madam Song thinks highly of you. Okay, everyone go to bed quickly and get up early tomorrow to help clean up the yard."

As soon as Ji's mother spoke, everyone dispersed.

In the evening, the messenger Jixiang brought Ji Nuan the first letter from Song Jinbai.

On a small piece of paper, Suanjiji wrote several lines of missing her. It was obvious that they had just met, but he wrote as if they had been separated for a long time.

In addition to the text, the letter also included a small portrait of Ji Nuan. At the end of the letter, Song Jinbai also asked when she could give him the portrait she drew for him last time.

After reading it, Ji Nuan couldn't help but smile. She remembered the stolen portrait that Shen Songhe mentioned that day, and she felt a little curious. So, she wrote back, jokingly, "How many portraits of me did you draw? How come you didn't even know it was stolen?"

When Ji Nuan was replying the letter under the lamp, she didn't know that Song Jinbai was in the study checking which portrait was lost.