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Jade Steps Pavilion —

Yunqiu was burning incense and brewing wine inside the house. The scent of sandalwood and the aroma of Sanqianzui filled the room, both strong and rich. Yilian entered from the bleak autumn wind and immediately felt intoxicated by the smell.

Yilian shook her head and then reported to Yunqiu, "As Miss predicted, the courtesan Qingchun has indeed gone to the Zhuoyu Pavilion dungeon."

"How much longer until Wang Yiqing arrives?" Yun Qiu's face was slightly flushed from the smell of alcohol, but her eyes were clear and vacant.

“Our men just delivered a message to the Duke’s mansion. It will take at least half an hour for Young Master Wang to arrive.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late… I’m going to Zhuoyu Pavilion now. You send someone to wait for Wang Yiqing in the front courtyard. Once Wang Yiqing arrives, take him to Qingchun’s Shuiguang Pavilion.”

After saying that, Yunqiu stood up, and the fragrance of the room wafted from her flowing sleeves.

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Her eyelids were violently pried open, making Leng Yi's eyeballs appear to bulge out, with bloodshot veins all around. Qing Chun's sinister and fierce gaze and the porcelain-white medicine bottle were right above Leng Yi's eyes; danger was imminent.

"Damn it—the person who hurt you wasn't—"

"Qingchun, what are you doing here? Your Erlang is looking for you."

At this critical moment, a loud female voice rang out, and looking in the direction of the voice, the woman was exceptionally beautiful.

"Yunqiu? Eh, Erlang? What, my Erlang..." Qingchun stared at Yunqiu in surprise, then her expression changed upon hearing the word "Erlang." She instantly transformed from a fierce wolf grandmother into a soft little white rabbit, not to mention the ambiguous prefix "your," which upgraded her to a blushing little white rabbit.

"If he's not your Erlang, whose Erlang is he? He knew your face was almost healed, so he came to see you specially." Yun Qiu stepped forward, glanced around the torture chamber, lingering only on Leng Yi's face for a moment before frowning in disdain. "This place really stinks. You came here to punish Ning Bi?"

“That’s right, I plan to blind her.” Qingchun said smugly, waving the medicine bottle in her hand.

Yunqiu snatched the medicine bottle from her: "What's the big deal? The most important thing right now is for you to see your Erlang."

Qingchun caught a whiff of Yunqiu's rich scent and wrinkled her nose slightly, saying, "Sandalwood and Three Thousand Intoxication? Yunqiu's taste is still so strong."

"You smell much better now than you do. How can you face your Erlang covered in blood?" Yun Qiu teased.

"How about this, Yunqiu, you keep Erlang company for a while, and I'll go to your Jade Steps Pavilion to wash up first."

"I've already sent someone to entertain Young Master Erlang. You hurry over to my place and wash off the smell of blood. Go quickly, leave the dirty work here to me." Yunqiu pushed Qingchun, but then raised the medicine bottle and asked, "Will this medicine cure blindness? If it doesn't, Mother will be angry."

As Qingchun walked out, she said, "Xiaoping has the antidote. Give it to her as soon as you sprinkle the powder. It might cure her. Whatever, I'll take full responsibility for Mom's anger."

"Okay, I understand," Yun Qiu said helplessly.

"Hehe, Yunqiu is the best." Qingchun smiled at Yunqiu with her eyes crinkling, then ran away as lightly as a deer.

Only after Qingchun left did Lengyi come to her senses, panting heavily as if granted a reprieve. Yunqiu had arrived; her safety was now assured.

"It stinks here—" Yunqiu repeated the first thing she said when she entered the torture chamber, her cold and disgusted expression showing that she genuinely thought the torture chamber smelled terrible. Then, unexpectedly, she pointed at Lingcao: "You, release her, drag her into the dungeon, the smell of her blood makes me want to vomit."