Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 231-250

Chapter 231

"Goodness, you don't even know your godmother's name?"

Bi Lan mentally pictured a string of crows flying by, but she had already gained a deep understanding of Yan Zhao's unreliability three years ago.

Seeing Bi Lan in a daze, Yan Zhao asked her again,
"Can the sealing nails on Xiao Jin's body be removed?"

Bi Lan snapped out of her thoughts, and suddenly an idea flashed through her mind.
"I seem to recall reading something about it in ancient records."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhao's eyes lit up.
"Really?"

Bi Lan nodded.
"It's true, but that set of ancient texts should be in the Xuanyuan clan's library. Let me go back and take a look."

Yan Zhao quickly responded,
"I'll go with you!"

Bi Lan hesitated.
"You should wait here for me."

"Why?" Yan Zhao asked her.

Bi Lan pondered before answering,
"The Xuanyuan clan is full of people with prying eyes, and now that you've become the champion of the Grand Competition, it's widely known. I'm afraid some of those crazies from the Xuanyuan clan might target you."

Yan Zhao recalled that earlier in the main hall of the Wanbao Palace, her master had said something similar.
If that's really the case, wouldn't she be unable to act alone anymore?
When will she be able to deliver her mother's relics to Nangong Yin then?

Yan Zhao was filled with doubts as Bi Lan prepared to leave.
They agreed that Bi Lan would return to Wanbao Palace in three days with records related to the sealing nails, and Yan Zhao should wait for her there.

After Bi Lan left, her aura dispersed, and Xuanyuan Mu turned back, catching a glimpse of a pale yellow sword light streaking across the sky.

In the clinic's private room, Chen Er sat by the bedside, head lowered, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
She held the small medicine bottle that Yan Zhao had given her, but her hands rested at her sides, not daring to lift the blanket covering Ye Yanran.

The sensation of catching Ye Yanran as she collapsed on the Mingjing Platform earlier was still fresh in her mind.
The blood-soaked, mangled wounds... she couldn't bear to look again.
But if Yan Zhao's medicine really had miraculous effects, not using it might delay her recovery.

Chen Er frowned deeply, torn with indecision.

She didn't know how long she sat there, but eventually, her heavy worry outweighed her hesitation.
With great restraint, she leaned forward and gently lifted the thin blanket.

Ye Yanran wore only a white inner garment, her throat bandaged thickly, with the dressing extending beneath her collar.
Chen Er's heart trembled.

Though the bloodstains had been cleaned, she couldn't stop recalling the terrible moments of the attack.
Beyond the sorrow, hatred simmered within her.

She hated that Xuanyuan Zheng had died too easily.

Steeling herself, Chen Er finally made up her mind and sat down by the bed.
With great care, she undid Ye Yanran's belt, loosening the bandages bit by bit.

The first gaping wound appeared, causing Chen Er's pupils to constrict, and she felt a wave of dizziness. It took her a while to recover.
Xuanyuan Mu had said her concern was clouding her judgment, and now she understood what that meant—how worry could cause such turmoil.

Suppressing her rising panic, Chen Er opened the bottle.
A foul odor hit her nose, and she frowned, momentarily distracted.
"What on earth is this made of? It smells terrible," she thought.
But then again, not many medicines in the world smelled pleasant.