Chapter Eleven: The Gradation of Blue and White Flowers

“Let’s discuss the terms,” Dongfang Yuyue said irritably.

If this woman wasn’t scheming, that would be the real surprise.

“No need for hidden meanings. You must be aware of the rules in the Medical Underworld Valley. We can save lives or take them, regardless of status or rank. As long as the stakes are high enough, nothing else matters. Even if he’s barely holding on, we can still pull him back,” Luo Qianfan said proudly.

That last sentence was clearly meant for Dongfang Yuyue—just look at that smug expression!

Seeing Dongfang Yuyue remain as icy as ever, Luo Qianfan couldn’t help but think to himself: I’ve laid it all out, yet this great iceberg shows no sign of desperation or breaking. Isn’t this the volatile temper they always talk about? Could the injury have muddled his mind?

If Guifang Chiming heard this, he would definitely tell her it’s a misunderstanding. The master only acts this way toward her; no one else is tolerated so leniently.

Guifang would never forget that ever since the master cast him a glance that day, he had been completely ignored, the lingering hostility still numbing him.

Truly, when King Yu’s fury travels a thousand miles, no ordinary person dares approach him.

Guifang had been deeply wounded this time.

***

“So then, Young Master of the Medical Underworld, what exactly are your terms?” Guifang asked anxiously.

Guifang’s reaction made Luo Qianfan feel as though Dongfang Yuyue had responded. He went on, “It’s simple. I heard Your Highness, King Yu, has a blue-and-white gradient flower in your residence—an incredibly beautiful bloom, nurtured with great care over many years by the king himself, and it has medicinal properties. I’d like to take a look at it. Might the king be willing to part with it?”

What? The blue-and-white gradient flower?

Guifang Chiming was stunned upon hearing this. They hadn’t expected the Medical Underworld’s young master to set his sights on that very flower. If they had known earlier, they would have realized how precious it was to their master—something no one else even dared mention. But now, to ask for it outright? It was courting death.

Moreover, just “taking a look”? Who could say it wouldn’t be claimed outright? This man’s unreliability was no secret.

As expected, Dongfang Yuyue’s aura shifted instantly; his gaze sharpened, and his brows furrowed deeply.

“That’s not acceptable. Think of something else,” Dongfang Yuyue said, forcing calm, but the cracking sound from his fingers betrayed his tension—bone snapping unmistakably.

A chill swept through the surroundings, dark clouds gathering thickly, casting a stifling atmosphere.

Luo Qianfan had only heard rumors before—that Dongfang Yuyue treasured something more than his own life, and he had wanted to see what it was. But now it seemed impossible. No matter how foolish she was, she wouldn’t recklessly touch another’s sacred ground.

However...

If the direct approach failed, there was always the covert way.

***

Having lived two lifetimes, stealing something shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

Had she known her momentary underestimation would nearly cost her life during the theft, she would have planned more carefully. One misstep after another.

Trying to slip out of the wolf’s jaws unscathed was wishful thinking.

“Since that’s the case, forget it. Though I’m not short of anything, nothing comes to mind right now. How about this? You promise me one thing—no matter when or where, whenever I say it, you must do it without fail,” Luo Qianfan said, her eyes shining with determination as she looked at him.

This time, Dongfang Yuyue did not object. He agreed readily.

Luo Qianfan: “—”

So easily agreed to... just like that?