After returning to the capital, the eldest daughter saved her entire clan with her medical skills.

She had imagined the two of them would meet again, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon, catching her somewhat off guard.

Her heart trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her moist eyes.

In my past life, I was terrified of him to the core, but I finally came to understand his true nature.

He's been away from Beijing for more than half a year, how come we run into each other here?

Looking at the carriage not far away and the endless official road behind them.

Yes, he's back in Beijing.

In his past life, he appeared in the dark room covered in blood and shattered the iron cage that imprisoned her with his bare hands.

He descended from the sky like a demon, with sinister eyes and cruel methods.

But he was tender towards her alone, holding her broken body in his arms with utmost gentleness, as if she were a rare treasure.

Reborn, in the dead of night, the same dream always replays itself. I wake up in the middle of the night, as if I can still feel his warm breath and hear his gentle whisper, "I'm late."

A tear rolled down the corner of her eye without warning, slid to the ground, and disappeared into the snow.

Before she could wipe away her tears, Xue Ruanruan lifted a corner of her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and walked towards the carriage.

"Young lady, please stop. If you take another step forward, don't blame my sword for being merciless."

A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of her like a ghost, a sharp blade pressed against her fair and slender neck, its edge gleaming sharply in the cold light.

It was so fast that Xue Ruanruan didn't even have time to react.

Although she knew that it would be useless to resist.

"I know medicine and can treat your master's illness."

Her voice was calm and composed, showing no fear or anger at having a sword tip pressed against her neck.

This is what she owes Murong Xun, and even if he wants her life, she will give it to him without hesitation.

If it weren't to repay the life-saving grace that Murong Xun had shown her in her previous life, she would never allow anyone to hold a sword to her neck.

"Thank you for your kindness, young lady, but there's no need to trouble yourself. My master's illness will be treated by a specialist imperial physician."

The shadowy figure did not yield to Xue Ruanruan's words in the slightest; in fact, it moved the sword forward and pressed it tightly against her neck.

A bright red bloodstain quickly appeared on her fair neck, which, under the cold moonlight, had an eerie allure.

Despite the girl's unremarkable appearance, the shadowy figure was almost bewitched by her captivating and alluring eyes.

Calming himself, the shadowy figure refused to back down.

Few people knew about the master's illness; if it hadn't happened to fall ill tonight, outsiders would never have known.

To protect their master's safety, they did not allow anyone to approach, and even the imperial physicians of the Imperial Hospital were not all qualified to examine their master.

It's even less likely that outside doctors would accept this responsibility or take this risk.

If someone with malicious intent were to infiltrate, the consequences would be unimaginable, so all the servants in the Regent's Palace were extremely cautious about this.

"How can you be so stubborn? The situation is critical! If we don't save your master soon, his life will be in danger!"

I finally showed some kindness and offered to treat someone's illness, but my good intentions were completely misunderstood.

In her previous life, people seeking her treatment would line up three times around the capital; they had never suffered such injustice.

Xue Ruanruan's face turned red with anger.

If it weren't for the debt of gratitude she owed, would she have been willing to treat her master's illness?

"No need for you to trouble yourself, young lady."

The shadowy figure remained expressionless and refused to budge an inch.

Xue Ruanruan was so angry she almost fainted. How could this person be so stubborn?

"I don't care, I'm going to get treatment for this illness whether you tell me to or not!"

Having been pampered and cherished by her family her whole life, Xue Ruanruan still had this bit of pride and arrogance. She put her hands on her hips and protested.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being impolite."

Worried about his master's illness, the shadowy figure lost patience with the woman and was about to knock her unconscious and throw her into a snowdrift by the roadside.

"Yan Xiao, let her in."

A cold, indifferent voice came from inside the carriage, accompanied by heart-wrenching coughs, indicating that the situation was very bad.

The shadowy figure paused, withdrew its sharp blade, and respectfully stepped aside.

"Humph!"

Xue Ruanruan raised her little head, gave a soft snort to the dark figure, and walked towards the carriage.

As soon as the carriage door opened, a strong, pungent smell of blood hit her, and Xue Ruanruan couldn't help but frown.

How could Murong Xun be so seriously ill?

In her past life, he was still alive and well until her death, so why does he look like he won't last much longer now?

Despite her thoughts, Xue Ruanruan straightened her clothes, put on a serious face, and went into the carriage.

She immediately noticed the cold and aloof man with blood at the corner of his mouth, looking at her with icy indifference.

Xue Ruanruan choked, her heart racing, almost captivated by those eyes.

She steadied herself, pretended to be nonchalant, and sat down in front of the empty seat.

A faint fragrance wafted by, as delicate as gardenias and as lofty as orchids.

Murong Xun looked up at the woman who appeared in front of him. Her small face was covered in dirt and grime, her black hair was messy, and a few strands of hair fell to her shoulders.

Her clothes were disheveled and covered in mud; she was in a sorry state, yet there was a hint of natural beauty in her appearance.

What startled him most were those shimmering, watery eyes, like bewitching enchantresses, drawing his attention.

A strange feeling flashed through my mind, a tingling, numb sensation that I couldn't quite describe, but it was just very magical.

Murong Xun chuckled softly. When did he become so indiscriminate in his pursuit of food?

Stared at by that man, Xue Ruanruan tried to calm herself down and lowered her gaze to take his pulse.

When she saw Murong Xun being helped by the guards to lean against the soft pillows, she frowned, her small face full of disapproval.

"Don't hold him, lay him down flat on the soft cushion."

Yueyin hesitated about Xue Ruanruan's request, doubting whether she truly possessed medical skills.

In the past, when the master fell ill, the imperial physicians would have them help him sit up straight.

The girl's request was completely opposite to that of the Imperial Academy Master.

Deep down, he naturally believed the words of the Imperial Academy Master more.

"Do as she says."

Murong Xun remained aloof and indifferent, giving instructions to Yueyin without any expression, showing no sign that he was seriously ill.

"Yes, master."

Yueyin didn't hesitate any longer and helped Murong Xun lie back on the soft cushion.

Seeing this, Xue Ruanruan nodded with barely any satisfaction. Only when patients cooperate with treatment can their conditions be better diagnosed.

She extended two slender, fair fingers and placed them directly on Murong Xun's wrist without any hesitation, calmly feeling the pulse.

Her watery eyes sparkled with tiny lights, her delicate face was tense, and her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, changing in many ways.

Looking at the woman's somewhat immature face, Murong Xun couldn't help but scoff at his own desperate attempt to find a cure.

What kind of illness can such a young girl treat? She's only read a few medical books and seen a few prescriptions.

"How is the master's illness...?"

Yueyin's emotions fluctuated as she listened to Xue Ruanruan's complicated expression. This girl had been taking her pulse for so long without saying a word; what did she mean by that?