Spring arrives and the land smiles

The next day, when Qingyan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

After a brief farewell, Qingyan and Luoqing left Lingluo Manor, where Zhuier greeted them at the entrance.

Lingluo and Xiao Shier escorted the two to the door. As the carriage drove away, Lingluo nudged Xiao Shier with her elbow and said, "Hey, I never thought Luo Nannan would be able to marry a princess. She's really seen the light."

"Luo'er, you underestimate Luo Nannan. Do you know what this princess's name is?" Xiao Shier put his arm around Lingluo's shoulder and said mysteriously.

"What's it called?" Lingluo's curiosity was piqued.

"Her name is Shen Qingyan, and her given name is Pingqiu. She is the current Princess and the future Empress of the Great Qi."

"What? Luo Nannan is actually willing to become a male concubine in the harem?" Lingluo exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Shier was startled by her thought process and flicked her on the head: "Luo Nannan is as beautiful as a star, even the Crown Prince is infatuated with her, how come she becomes a male concubine in your mouth? You are a young lady from a noble family, talking about male concubines, what kind of talk is that?"

"So what? Luo Nannan is willing, he'll call her whatever she wants. Look at the way he looks at you, he's much more affectionate than when he looks at me." Lingluo chuckled and moved closer to Xiao Shier.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiao Shier blushed and took an awkward step back.

"Xiao Twelve, you're just being stubborn. This place is called Lingluo Manor now, how could I not understand your feelings?" Lingluo chuckled, lifted Xiao Twelve's chin, and tiptoed to give him a light kiss.

"Luo'er." Xiao Shier pulled Lingluo tightly into his arms.

Inside the carriage, Luo Qing loosened Qing Yan's clothes. The scar on her left shoulder had begun to heal. As expected of the Ink Sunflower, its healing effect was truly extraordinary.

"The putrid toxins in Qingqing's body have been eliminated, and the wound will be completely healed within five days."

Luo Qing changed Qingyan's medicine, washed her hands, took the bowl of medicine that Zhuier presented, and fed it to Qingyan's lips. Qingyan sniffed the medicine, made a bitter face, and drank it down in one gulp.

The strong smell of blood mixed with bitterness filled her mouth. Qingyan suppressed the urge to vomit and closed her eyes to calm herself down.

"Princess," Zhuier said, handing over the candied fruit.

Qingyan quickly put it in her mouth and felt a little better.

Luo Qing smiled and said, "Qingqing only needs to take this medicine once."

"That's good." Qingyan felt a sense of relief.

The carriage traveled at a leisurely pace for four or five hours, stopping and starting. Due to the effects of the medicine, Qingyan was mostly asleep, with Luoqing attending to her, thus fulfilling her previous promise.

As evening approached, the group entered Kangning City and checked into the largest inn in the city.

The inn's backyard is a small courtyard that can be entered and exited independently. Qingyan and the others stayed here for convenience.

Qingyan and Luoqing lived in the main house in the middle of the courtyard, while the others lived around the perimeter to protect the two of them.

Inside the room, Qingyan sat by the window, her chin resting on her hand. Her health had improved considerably thanks to Luo Qing's treatment, so her only worry was the approaching Marquis of Yong'an.

"Qingqing," Luo Qing called to her, draping a light shirt over her shoulders. "It's cool by the window."

Although it was summer, the climate in Kangning was different. The mountain nights were cool, and Qingyan felt a little cold.

Looking back at Luo Qing, Qing Yan noticed that the bandage on Luo Qing's wrist was gone, so she quickly grabbed his hand to examine it closely.

Sure enough, there were only some shallow scars.

"The Black Sunflower is the nemesis of the Golden-bellied Python. Any injury caused by the Golden-bellied Python will be cured instantly," Luo Qing explained, letting her hold his hand.

"It's not allowed anymore."

As the two were talking, Zhui'er came to see them from outside the door.

"Princess Siyou and Siwu are back."

"Let them in." Qing Yan agreed.

Luo Qing was about to leave when Qing Yan stopped her. Luo Qing understood and sat down next to Qing Yan.

"Princess, the letter has been delivered to Lady Yong'an. I saw her read it and then put it away in a hidden compartment," Siyou reported.

The guards of Lingfeng Pavilion are highly skilled, and the ones sent by Prince Rui to Qingyan's side are even more outstanding. Even if the Yong'an Marquis's mansion is as impregnable as copper walls, the two sisters can still complete their mission.

"What was her reaction after reading it?" Qingyan asked.

"This—" Si You hesitated, unsure how to answer.

"What's wrong?" Qingyan pressed.

"Madam Lu seemed fine while reading the letter, but after putting it in the secret compartment, she sat alone, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, as if she had been greatly traumatized," Siyou replied after thinking for a moment.

Qingyan pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect this person to have such a great influence on Madam Lu; it's beyond my expectations."

After saying that, he turned to Siwu and asked, "Have you found the person?"

Siwu quickly knelt down: "Your subordinate has failed in your duty. When I found that person, he was seriously injured and probably did not have long to live. Your subordinate has brought him back and is now placing him in the left wing room of the courtyard."

Upon hearing this, Qingyan immediately stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

Luo Qing naturally went along as well.

Inside the room, a pale-faced boy lay on the bed, the gray-white curtains making him appear even more lifeless.

The boy's breath was weak, as if he would die at any moment. His face and body were covered in gruesome wounds, making his appearance unrecognizable. The bleeding had stopped, but he seemed to have lost too much blood.

"Is there any hope?" Qingyan looked at Luo Qing pleadingly.

Luo Qing checked the boy's pulse and then put a pill into his mouth.

"Besides excessive blood loss, his main problem was poisoning."

"When I found him, he was being chased. He had been hit by an arrow that was poisoned. I could only suck out the poison and temporarily seal his meridians," Siwu explained from the side.

“This poison is potent. My medicine can only temporarily suppress its effects. However, he has lost too much blood. Even if he needs an antidote, his current physical condition might not be able to withstand it.” Luo Qing frowned and continued, “My master previously developed a method of transfusing another person’s blood into the body, which can quickly save a life. However, this method is not always effective and may even accelerate death.”

"Of course, transfusing blood of different blood types will cause a hemolytic reaction, leading to shock and acute renal failure, which will definitely result in death." Qingyan blurted out these common-sense facts she knew.

"Qingqing," Luo Qing asked in surprise, "what's your blood type?"

"I'll explain later." Since there was a chance to save him, Qingyan certainly didn't want to give up. "Do you know how to use your master's method?"

Luo Qing didn't understand, but she still nodded.

“Then there is hope for him. I am blood type O, so giving him a little whole blood should be fine. If he is also blood type O, then he is destined to survive.”

Qingyan urged Luoqing to draw her blood and then transfuse it into the boy's body.

Siyou, Siwu, and Luoqing quickly stopped them.

“How could the princess, a woman of noble birth, be in such a state? I am willing to donate my blood to her.” Siwu quickly stepped forward.

"He can only receive my blood. You all step back." Qingyan waved her hand. "Luo Qing, you get ready quickly. He'll receive my blood. I guarantee he won't die."

Luo Qing was skeptical, but instructed Zhui'er to fetch his medicine box. Soon, Zhui'er brought the medicine box back.

Luo Qing's medicine box contained not only various medicine bottles, but also many exquisite medical instruments, proving that the medicine of this era should not be underestimated.

"Infuse 200 ml first, and stop immediately if he shows any abnormalities." Qingyan rolled up her sleeves.

"What?" Luo Qing looked surprised again.

Qingyan suddenly realized what she meant and explained, "Ah, let me put it another way, let's give him a third of a liter of blood first." Qingyan thought about the liquid measurement units of this era and gave a somewhat inaccurate explanation. If she remembered correctly, 1 liter in this era was equivalent to about 600 milliliters.

"Okay." Seeing his decision, Luo Qing quickly put aside her doubts and began treating the boy.

The boy was indeed lucky and had no abnormal reaction after receiving 200 milliliters of blood. Perhaps because the boy also had type O blood, after observing him for a long time, Qingyan gave him another 200 milliliters of blood, and the boy began to regain his color.

By this time, it was already broad daylight.