Chapter 93
This man’s face was unfamiliar. Whether it was Xuan Yuan Qingya or Xuan Yuan Xing, neither of them had ever seen him before. At first glance, he seemed nothing more than one of Dragon Lord Shang Yan’s attendants.
The strange flicker in his eyes went unnoticed by everyone.
Xuan Yuan Qingya stepped forward a few paces, came before the group, and gave a respectful nod toward her mother before paying her respects one by one.
“Uncle Zhao.”
“Hello, Grandpa Lei!”
“Uncle Shang.”
From Xuan Yuan Qingya’s tone alone, a few subtle hints could already be heard.
When she greeted Zhao Yi’an, who was a long-time resident of the Xuan Yuan family’s castle, her tone was courteous but distant, carrying little warmth.
But when she came before that silver-haired, uniformed old general, Xuan Yuan Qingya—who rarely ever softened her aloof demeanor—showed a faint smile and called out sweetly, “Grandpa Lei.”
Finally, when it came to the Dragon Lord, even though he stood on the same level as her mother, Xuan Yuan Qingya still spoke with that same detached indifference—just a light “Uncle Shang.”
This woman’s pride revealed itself in every detail.
And faced with such an aloof Xuan Yuan Qingya, even the silver-haired Elder Lei rose to his feet, smiling kindly as he said:
“Xiao Ya, it’s been years—you’ve really grown into a fine young lady!”
Shang Yan and Zhao Yi’an also stood up with faint smiles, nodding in greeting.
The daughter of the Xuan Yuan family naturally carried such authority!
Or rather, this was the weight Xuan Yuan Qingya had forced upon her peers after more than a decade of relentless effort—forcing those at her mother’s level to acknowledge her.
…
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Xuan Yuan Qingya sat down beside her mother.
Her gaze swept casually across the attendants and guards standing behind the others. But strangely enough, she found no trace of Jiang Yifeng’s figure.
Could it be that Lin Tian’s prediction was wrong, and Jiang Yifeng didn’t come with the Dragon Lord?
Xuan Yuan Qingya thought quietly.
Still, now wasn’t the time to be preoccupied with him—the most important matter was saving her fourth uncle.
After pondering for a moment, Xuan Yuan Qingya asked in a solemn voice.
“Uncle Zhao, is there still no way to come up with a detailed solution for my fourth uncle’s condition?”
Zhao Yi’an gave a bitter smile, shaking his head with a sigh.
“Miss, I’ve truly done everything I could… Fourth Master has always been in excellent health. When it comes to physical fitness, even the young lads in our lab can’t keep up with him. For him to suddenly fall ill like this… this illness is truly baffling.”
Xuan Yuan Qingya thought for a moment before speaking.
“In this situation… what if we used some kind of miraculous elixir? Would there be a chance it could work?”
“Elixir?” Zhao Yi’an was taken aback. “Miss, are you referring to… what kind of elixir, exactly?”
Xuan Yuan Qingya pondered but couldn’t find a proper comparison.
That spiritual essence sealed within the jade carving—what kind of medicine could that even be classified as? In front of something like that, even a thousand-year-old ginseng root would be nothing more than a junior.
After a brief silence, she said softly, “I… I heard from a friend that there exists a very mysterious medicine, one that might even have… well, a cure-all effect. Could this medicine… perhaps be used on my fourth uncle?”
Zhao Yi’an’s expression instantly turned a little strange.
If one of the physicians under him had said something like that, he would’ve slapped them on the spot…
What era was this? And yet here they were, still talking about miraculous elixirs and cure-alls?
But…
The one standing before him was the eldest young lady of the Xuan Yuan family!
Setting aside her identity—just based on Xuan Yuan Qingya’s knowledge, experience, and breadth of vision—there was no way she’d be fooled so easily. Even if her deep concern for Xuan Yuan Chen made her desperate and willing to try anything, she definitely wouldn’t fall for something that sounded like such an obvious scam.
In that moment, because of the sheer authority Xuan Yuan Qingya had accumulated over the years, Zhao Yi’an even found himself second-guessing—could it be that such a cure-all truly existed?
After a pause, he let out a bitter laugh.
A man who had dedicated his whole life to the pursuit of science—how could he abandon his principles now?
He spoke with sincerity, “Miss, a miraculous elixir… should not exist. Perhaps your friend is not very familiar with the many branches of medicine and said that without a full understanding.”
Xuan Yuan Xing pondered briefly, then asked in a steady voice: “Qingya, are you confident about this?”
Xuan Yuan Qingya gave a firm nod and said, “Everyone here understands my fourth uncle’s condition. If we don’t find a solution soon, his life could be in danger at any moment… Rather than letting things drag on so perilously, why not allow me to try?”
Her voice struck like iron, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Even standing before so many “great figures,” this woman’s pride remained unshaken.
Shang Yan chuckled warmly.
“Star Lord, your daughter is bold and meticulous—truly, the Xuan Yuan family will have a worthy successor.”
Xuan Yuan Xing smiled lightly.
“Dragon Lord, you jest. No matter how outstanding my daughter may be, she is still but a woman. Not long ago, did she not nearly fall victim to Jiang Yifeng’s schemes? Hehe… Dragon Lord, speaking of which, you still owe me an explanation for that matter.”
At these words, Shang Yan’s expression stiffened at once.
He opened his mouth, about to speak, but was immediately cut off by Xuan Yuan Xing.
Her face was calm, serene, carrying a dignified, noble air.
“Dragon Lord, now is not the time to discuss this. Let us wait until Qingya’s fourth uncle wakes—then we can speak at length.”
Shang Yan could only shake his head in frustration.
From Xuan Yuan Xing’s tone, it was clear—this matter concerning Jiang Yifeng would not simply be brushed aside.
Shang Yan, feigning nonchalance, subtly lifted his right hand.
Behind him, that very attendant—whose eyes had shown a strange glint when Xuan Yuan Qingya first entered—gave the slightest of nods.
Turning back, Shang Yan smiled broadly.
“Very well, Star Lord. I will certainly give you a proper explanation… But as you just said, saving a life is what matters most right now. My Dragon Group may not claim countless talents, but we do have a few with respectable skills in medicine.”
“Hehe, that so-called miracle elixir your niece mentioned earlier does sound a bit far-fetched… If the Star Lord is willing to place trust in me, why not let one of my people give it a try?”
A sharp light flickered in Xuan Yuan Xing’s eyes.
“Oh? So among those you’ve brought this time, there’s one versed in medicine?”
Shang Yan nodded, lifting his hand again to indicate the unremarkable-looking follower behind him.
“This one here is the most skilled healer within my Dragon Group.”
Xuan Yuan Xing studied the young man for a long moment, then suddenly turned his gaze toward Xuan Yuan Qingya.
“Qingya, what do you think?”