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

When Lu Zhiyuan heard Xiao Yebai say that he had no sense of taste and could not taste sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors, her hand trembled.

Her Ye Bai also had no sense of taste.

Life at the assassin training camp was tough. Besides receiving training in various killing skills, they also had to guard against the instructors' sudden attacks. They could appear or strike unexpectedly at any time and place; a moment's carelessness could mean certain death. The instructors would also poison them at any time—in their drinks, food, and even the streams during outdoor training. They had to rely on themselves to obtain antidotes or find antidotes. Half of her knowledge of various poisons was learned at the training camp.

During one training exercise, the instructors took them by helicopter to a remote, untouched primeval forest. They were forced to make a high-altitude crash landing, without a map or knowing where the exit or rescue point was. With limited food and water, to survive, they either had to find their companions, kill them, and plunder their supplies, or find edible water and food in the miasma-filled forest.

She only trusted Ye Bai, and traveled with him for ten days in the primeval forest, surviving by picking wild fruits and catching small animals. They ate snakes the most.

Snake meat is very fishy, ​​especially wild ones that aren't cooked thoroughly. They inhabit miasma-filled areas year-round; some are highly poisonous, others mildly so, and they are numerous and difficult to identify. Fearing she might be poisoned, Ye Bai would eat every snake he caught first. Even though she secretly brought antidotes before setting off, his sense of taste was still destroyed by the snake venom.

What's most infuriating is that she had no idea what kind of snake venom he had been poisoned by. There were so many snakes in the primeval forest, some almost identical in appearance, but some were venomous and some were not. Ye Bai would share the non-venomous ones with her to eat, while the venomous ones would be tossed aside to prevent their blood from attracting more wild animals.

In his memory, Ye Bai was terrified of bitter things. His biggest dream was to buy the sweetest and most delicious candy in the world after leaving the assassin training camp. Later, they left the assassin training camp and had enough money to buy candy anywhere in the world, but he could no longer taste any flavor in the world, including the bitterness he used to fear the most.

Even so, he would still buy candy for Lu Zhiyuan, stroking her hair and saying, "My Zhiyuan can taste the sweetest candy in the world for me."

To outsiders, he was a ruthless killer; to Lu Zhiyuan, he was perfect. Ye Bai died at the age of twenty-three. From then on, no one ever traveled thousands of miles from every corner of the world to bring her all kinds of candy.

Her eyes stung, and Lu Zhiyuan quickly turned her back to her.

Xiao Yebai noticed this, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "Not having a sense of taste won't affect anything, Miss Lu, you don't need to worry about it."

Lu Zhiyuan quickly wiped her eyes and gave a slight, deceptive smile: "I'm not feeling sorry for you. It's good that you don't have a sense of taste; you're not picky about food."

Almost instinctively, Xiao Yebai said, "Miss Lu's cooking skills are not good?"

Young ladies from noble families were not only expected to be beautiful and virtuous, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but also to be able to cook all kinds of delicious food to win over their future husbands' palates. Therefore, they had to learn to cook various home-style dishes from a very young age, especially soups and desserts.

Lu Zhiyuan glared at Xiao Yebai and muttered, "I'm a great cook, but my knife skills aren't very good. You'll see in the future."

Xiao Yebai lowered his head and coughed.

Lu Zhiyuan thought he was making fun of her, and pinched him with a hint of annoyance: "Really, I'm just bad at knife work."

Who would believe that a female assassin who can take a life in the blink of an eye is actually bad with a knife? She can slice off a perfect head, but she can't cut a plate of potato shreds of the same length. She can sew up a perfect wound, but she can't knead a perfect dough.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, and she glared fiercely at Xiao Yebai.

"Mafeisan relieves pain, and acupuncture stops bleeding. I need to use this scalpel in my hand to cut open your wound and restore the dislocated bone inside. I am a very skilled doctor with extensive surgical experience, guaranteeing a small incision, good results, and that you won't feel any pain. As a patient, you can ask your questions before the masfeisan takes effect."

"Why do my eyelids feel a little heavy?" Xiao Yebai rubbed his forehead.

Lu Zhiyuan said guiltily, "I forgot to tell you, this is an upgraded and improved version of Mafeisan, which is more effective than the traditional Mafeisan. You can consider whether you want me to perform surgery? If so, put your fingerprint on this disclaimer."

Lu Zhiyuan took something out and placed it on the table.

It wasn't that she didn't trust her own medical skills, but rather that the medical conditions in the palace were limited, and Xiao Yebai was a hostage. If something happened to her, it wouldn't matter if she died, but she was afraid that those who were always looking for trouble would seize on the Xie family.

Xiao Yebai's eyelids grew heavier, and he forced himself to say, "Miss Lu, it seems you haven't given me a chance to consider."

Lu Zhiyuan grabbed his hand and pressed her fingerprint on the disclaimer.

She was an assassin, not a doctor, and she didn't have the habit of communicating with people beforehand.

The anesthetic took effect. He turned her over, propped her up with a pillow, found the misaligned bone, and deftly cut open the skin to put the bone back in place. Liu Ying wanted to lend a hand, but seeing this scene, she was shocked and frightened. Her face turned pale as she ran out of the palace. Although A Luo did not see what Lu Zhiyuan did to the young master, the smell of blood filling the room made her weak in the knees.

Lu Zhiyuan wanted to ask someone to open the window, but suddenly remembered that the windows of the side hall had been sealed shut. By the light of the glass lamp, she frowned and stitched up the wound as if embroidering, then sprinkled hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder on it before bandaging it.

When finishing, I habitually tied a bow.

Xiao Yebai slept for a long time and had a dream he had never had before. In the dream, his mother was no longer a princess sent for a political marriage, but lived in Beiliang all along. She was married to a minor official and had an ordinary little courtyard with her favorite wisteria flowers growing in it. Under the wisteria was a swing, and on the swing sat a little girl, who was holding a candied hawthorn in her hand.

The mother sat by the swing washing clothes, occasionally turning her head to give a few words of advice. The door opened, and a man in official robes strode in. The mother washed her hands, stood up, and walked to meet the man. The man took out a sugar cake from his pocket, saying he had bought it on the way and told the mother to eat it while it was hot.

He didn't go inside, but instead took off his official robes and hung them on the wisteria trellis, then picked up his mother's unfinished clothes and continued washing them.

The sunlight fell, and the courtyard was filled with happiness.

The sudden pain opened his eyes, and the light from the glass lamp made him slightly uncomfortable. Just as he was about to move, someone pressed down on his arm. Then, a sleepy face came closer.

"Xiao Yebai, are you dreaming?"

She lay on top of him, her half-asleep eyes filled with curiosity. He seemed to be hallucinating, faintly smelling the fragrance of wisteria blossoms. He stiffened slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Lu, men and women should not touch each other."

Lu Zhiyuan muttered "a little old-fashioned" and "a little stubborn," and reluctantly moved aside.