After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Scarface wanted to kill his own brother, but Lu Zhiyuan stopped him.

Of the remaining four children, only the fifteen-year-old girl hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and rushing forward. She pulled Lu Zhiyuan aside, implying that she should have Scarface kill her accomplice.

With one of the robbers dead, their chances of escape are much greater.

Lu Zhiyuan pushed her aside, stood in front of the man, and looked at the knife that was so close to his face: "He is your companion. He was bitten by a poisonous snake, and you not only don't save him, but you also want to kill him. Is this the rule in your village? I thought you kidnappers were particularly loyal."

“He was bitten by a black snake, and there is no cure.” Scarface stood still. “The venom will spread from the wound, and in just half an hour, the venomous blood will flow throughout his body. He will be in extreme pain, unable to live and unable to die.”

"Who told you there's no cure for this poison?" Lu Zhiyuan rolled her eyes. "Everything in the world has its counterpart. Wherever there are poisonous snakes, there's an antidote within ten meters."

"Antidote?" Scarface looked at Lu Zhiyuan: "Who told you that? The doctor who taught you to take a pulse? What does poison look like, and how am I supposed to find it?"

"Don't ask about the antidote yet, give me the knife you have first." Lu Zhiyuan reached out, and Scarface turned the blade around almost without hesitation, handing her the hilt.

Firstly, he inexplicably believed Lu Zhiyuan's words and thought she could cure the black snake's venom. Secondly, he didn't believe Lu Zhiyuan could escape from him. A little girl, even if she had wings, couldn't escape his grasp.

Seeing Lu Zhiyuan with a knife, the fifteen-year-old girl was eager to try it out. But when she met the scarred man's fierce gaze, she instinctively took two steps back. Lu Zhiyuan, oblivious to this, dragged the knife to the fire and heated the tip until it was red-hot.

Using the sterilized tip of the knife, he pried open the wound and squeezed out the poisonous blood. Only when the blood turned from dark red to dark red did he breathe a sigh of relief, throw the knife on the ground, and pant, "This knife is too clumsy and heavy. Remember to bring a dagger next time."

Scarface silently pulled out the dagger from his waist and handed it to Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan rolled her eyes, propped herself up on the ground, and said, "You stay here, I'll go find the antidote."

“I’ll go find it,” Scarface stopped her. “Where there are poisonous snakes, there’s bound to be an antidote; where there’s an antidote, there are bound to be poisonous snakes. You’re just a little girl…”

"I'm a young girl, but I'm quite capable, okay?" Lu Zhiyuan rolled up her sleeves. "Do you even know the antidote before you go and collect it?"

Scarface had never been confronted like this before, and his face flushed slightly. He stammered, "You can tell me."

"I'm telling you, can you remember it?" Lu Zhiyuan said, hands on her hips. "It's not that I'm underestimating you, but can you tell which of these grasses on the ground is which? If you can't, do I have to find a pen and a piece of paper and draw a detailed map for you so you can follow it? By the time you finally find that herb, his body will be cold by then, and what good will it do to save him?"

He snatched the dagger from Scarface's hand and headed towards a cool, damp place. Wherever a snake had passed, it left its tracks. The black snake was a venomous snake unique to the outskirts of the Northern Liang capital. It was thin and small, entirely black, and preferred to hide in decaying grass or mud, making it quite deceptive.

Every year, many hunters who go up the mountain to hunt or farmers who cultivate the land at the foot of the mountain are bitten by it. Those bitten lightly can survive, while those bitten severely can only watch helplessly as they die.

The place where the black snakes gather is the snake den. There will be more traces of black snake activity near the snake den. Following those traces, Lu Zhiyuan easily found its lair and pulled out more than a dozen black snakes from the lair.

Strike the snake at its vital spot, each strike precise and accurate. While the little black snake is unconscious, remove its gallbladder from its abdomen. The antidote is easy to find: the clump of plants near the snake's den that hasn't been crawled over by the snake is its natural enemy.

The small plants are unremarkable, but they have tiny white flowers blooming at the top, growing in clusters, and they are quite pretty up close.

He grabbed a handful of snake gallbladders and carried them back to the fire, still warm from the wound. The pheasant, its legs bound, lay to one side, while the four children huddled together. The man, poisoned by the snake, leaned against a tree, the scarred man staring at him motionless.

"You escaped? He caught you and brought you back?" Lu Zhiyuan stared at the fifteen-year-old girl, deftly stuffing the snake gall into the man's mouth. The man was choked by the strong fishy smell and instinctively wanted to vomit, but Lu Zhiyuan covered his mouth: "Swallow it if you want to live."

The man forced himself to swallow the snake gall, suppressing his nausea.

After crushing the herbs and applying them to the wound, the intense pain caused the man to clench his teeth and tremble uncontrollably.

Scarface hugged the man, frowning as he asked, "Is there a problem with the antidote?"

Lu Zhiyuan tapped her chin: "That shouldn't be the case. That pretty little clump of grass should be the poison that can restrain the black snake. Could it be that there's something wrong with the black snake's gallbladder?"

Scarface was startled: "You fed him the gallbladder of a black snake? Do you know that snake gallbladder is highly poisonous?"

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, opened the leaves to reveal small snake gallbladders that looked like tadpole eggs: "It's a deadly poison, but also an antidote. You bandits haven't heard of the principle of fighting poison with poison?"

After putting down the snake gall and taking the man's pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that the snake venom had not spread further: "He's fine. Once he passes out from the pain and takes a nap, he'll be alright."

He picked up the pheasant from the ground and walked aside: "Let him call what he wants, we'll eat what we want. This is the first time I've ever seen such a fat pheasant."

The process of killing the chicken, gutting it, and plucking its feathers left everyone dumbfounded. A fifteen-year-old girl asked in a dry voice, "Whose daughter are you? Judging from your clothes, you don't seem to be from an ordinary family. How come you know how to do such rough work?"

The little boy next to her spoke up weakly, "Even my servants wouldn't do something like killing a chicken and plucking its feathers. She's definitely not a young lady from a noble family. Judging from her relationship with those bandits, she's most likely a lowly bandit."

“You’re the bandit, your whole family are bandits.” Lu Zhiyuan glared at the little boy and said childishly, “My surname is Lu, my name is Lu Zhiyuan, and I am the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan. My mother’s surname is Xie, and her name is Xie Chaoyun. My maternal grandfather was General Xie Yuandao. Is it so strange that I know these things? On the contrary, you guys, one or two of you, don’t know them yourself but you won’t allow others to. What, is it shameful to have these life skills? Starving to death would make you seem noble.”

"So vulgar, how could she be the legitimate daughter of a marquis's family?" the little boy retorted. "I'm not afraid to tell you, my mother and sister saw her at the Empress's palace banquet, and she is nothing like you."

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled, flicking the mud off her hands, and asked, "May I ask who your mother and sister are? Is the palace banquet you mentioned the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet in the palace? I remember that besides my mother and me, the only other people who attended the palace banquet that day were the wife and daughter of the Minister of Revenue. Are you the youngest son of the Minister of Revenue?"

"Good to know." The little boy said with his nostrils pointing to the sky.

Lu Zhiyuan shook her head, walked up to the girl who was about her age and hadn't said a word the whole way, and casually asked, "Which family are you from? Is your father also an official?"