Chapter Fourteen: The Fanci Pavilion

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That girl, why does she have so many tricks up her sleeve? Wouldn’t it be better if she just behaved?

Luo Qianfan remained silent.

What the hell—treating an illness and nearly losing one’s own life in the process, dragging the entire family down with it. Sure enough, there are no good people in the feudal imperial family.

It seemed as if Dongfang Yuyue could hear Luo Qianfan’s thoughts, for he continued with a faint, inscrutable smile, “People are all different. When dealing with extraordinary individuals, one must adopt extraordinary measures—just like you!” He poked her gently. “But rest assured, until my illness is cured, you and your Medical Underworld Valley are safe.”

Luo Qianfan chuckled softly.

This man was far too arrogant. Not to mention that the Medical Underworld Valley itself possessed formidable self-defense capabilities, given its development over recent years, it would not be easy for any ordinary empire to make a move against it.

Still, Luo Qianfan had no intention of saying any of this to him. To her, a casual acquaintance meant no obligation to reveal anything—especially after the previous experience, it was even less likely.

The less interaction with such a person, the better.

“Then I thank Your Highness King Yu for your magnanimity,” Luo Qianfan said, her eyes flickering slightly.

Dongfang Yuyue’s expression instantly brightened, his mood soaring.

“Shall I begin the acupuncture treatment now? Is that acceptable?” uttering such insincere words made Luo Qianfan almost want to retch.

Dongfang Yuyue proudly raised his head, signaling her to start.

Since his eyes were closed, he did not see the brief gleam of triumph in Luo Qianfan’s gaze.

This was your own doing—just wait and see how I deal with you.

Soon, numerous small puncture marks appeared on Dongfang Yuyue’s body, bluish and crimson, causing his eyes to roll in frustration as if his mind was aflame.

Luo Qianfan explained it was because his body was strong and his internal energy robust; ordinary needles could not penetrate properly, resulting in misplaced insertions—an unforeseen complication, and no one to blame.

After nearly ten attempts, the treatment was finally completed once. Thinking of the total of three required sessions, Dongfang Yuyue’s mood soured.

With skills like these, how could one ever gain fame in the martial world? The only explanation was deliberate sabotage!

Sure enough, the following two treatments were plagued by various mishaps, catching Dongfang Yuyue off guard and giving him headaches, yet what could he do? If this girl wanted to play games, he had no choice but to go along with it.

After the first treatment, Luo Qianfan sensed something was amiss. Such a blatant scheme—how could someone as shrewd as Dongfang Yuyue fail to see through it? Yet if he had seen through it, how could he have allowed her to act at will? Something was definitely wrong. Could it be that he was playing his own game in secret?

She decided to test him once more.

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The next day, outside Dongfang Yuyue’s chamber,

A beautiful young lady wearing a pale purple dress and draped in a dazzling blue veil approached the door with practiced ease. Lowering her head, she sighed, “I never expected this room to end up with some unknown man. Truly a disgrace to our men.”

Her destination was the door of Fanxi Pavilion.

Fanxi Pavilion—personally named by Luo Qianfan—was the only residence adjacent to the Medical Underworld Valley’s courtyard. Because of this, it had become the most coveted and honorable dwelling among the Medical Underworld Valley’s people.

To them, having the chance to live near the incomparable and dazzling young master was a great privilege indeed.