Feng Ninghe swiftly uprooted an herb, its roots still clinging to a bit of soil.
Bathed in sunlight, the herb appeared particularly delicate and plump.
She nodded slightly with satisfaction, "This Bai Ling grass has grown so tall and full, it's most suitable for refining elixirs."
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a chilling male voice sounded from behind her.
The moment the voice spoke, Feng Ninghe's body stiffened.
She turned her head with difficulty and saw the man standing behind her.
He was dressed in black, and beneath the golden mask, his eyes were cold. The bright red mole at the corner of his eye seemed alive, giving him a somewhat seductive air.
He stood there like a plague god.
Si Jianye was staring directly at her.
The moment she saw the man, Feng Ninghe's feet felt as if they were glued to the ground, unable to move. Even the hand holding the Bai Ling grass felt stiff.
Damn it, she'd been caught red-handed!
For a moment, the herb in her hand felt exceptionally hot, neither able to hold it nor let it go.
Xiao Zhao and the ginseng sprout watched, stunned.
The ginseng sprout felt the herb in its mouth was very hot. Realizing what was happening, it immediately zipped into Feng Ninghe's dantian.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhao bit his lip and also rushed into Feng Ninghe's dantian. Before leaving, he couldn't help but whimper.
Master, I suddenly feel unwell, my stomach hurts terribly, I need to rest.
With the ginseng sprout and Xiao Zhao leaving one after another, only Feng Ninghe and Si Jianye remained.
Feng Ninghe couldn't help but curse inwardly.
These two useless things ran off just like that!
The man before her had deep, unfathomable eyes.
She quickly lowered her gaze, casually stroked the Bai Ling grass in her hand as if nothing had happened, and softly explained, "I noticed this Bai Ling grass seemed a bit listless, so I wanted to check what was wrong with it."
Her explanation reached his ears, successfully causing Si Jianye to raise an eyebrow, a flicker of light in his eyes.
He had been standing behind her for quite some time.
He had heard the ginseng sprout's words clearly.
This woman clearly intended to pocket the herb.
Just like what happened in the Tianxue Mountain secret realm last time, she had abandoned the humiliating Pearl Peach and fled.
Was she planning to pull the same trick again this time?
Thinking of the past, his mood grew somewhat irritable. He glanced coldly at the Bai Ling grass in Feng Ninghe's hand, and his low, husky voice fell, "Did you find out what was wrong?"
Feng Ninghe hastily replanted the herb, her delicate features showing a hint of composure. "This herb is very healthy. Perhaps I was mistaken."
She couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Even she didn't believe such an excuse, let alone Si Jianye.
She didn't expect Si Jianye to believe her words; as long as she could fool him on the surface, it would be enough.
"Is that so?"
The clear male voice grew colder.
Si Jianye narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger flashing through them.
He took a step towards Feng Ninghe, his sharp gaze fixed on her.
Under his scrutiny, Feng Ninghe felt inexplicably uneasy and instinctively retreated.
As she retreated, she stepped on a flowerpot behind her and fell uncontrollably.
Feng Ninghe instinctively grabbed Si Jianye's sleeve and fell directly onto him.
Bang!
Si Jianye fell heavily to the ground, and the mask on his face was dislodged.
Feng Ninghe was still on top of him.
Feng Ninghe mumbled softly, "It doesn't hurt at all."
"Nonsense! You didn't fall, so why wouldn't it hurt?"
Si Jianye grunted, his voice laced with a hint of anger, and a coldness flickered in his eyes.
Fortunately, he was tough; such a minor bump wouldn't harm him.
Sensing the woman on him trying to get up, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. With a slight exertion of force, the woman fell onto his chest again.
She pulled him down with her and intended to escape without a word?
He wouldn't let her go!
Feng Ninghe raised an eyebrow and looked up at Si Jianye with slight displeasure.
Sunlight shone freely on the man's handsome face, his high nose bridge, and his narrow, cool eyes.
Their eyes met, both holding a deep meaning.
She had to admit, this man was like a masterpiece created by the heavens, flawlessly perfect.
Feng Ninghe felt her heart pounding noticeably faster.
She couldn't tell if the sound of her heartbeat was Si Jianye's or her own.
Si Jianye did not shy away from her gaze.
The woman before him was lightly adorned, her face beautiful but not seductive, even possessing a hint of coolness.
This woman was indeed quite attractive.
But why was she frowning?
An ordinary woman would have seized the opportunity to throw herself into his arms, yet Feng Ninghe raised her eyebrows with clear displeasure!
"Young Master! Something's wrong!"
A panicked male voice broke into the courtyard.
Feng Ninghe's heart involuntarily fluttered. She quickly stood up, feigning composure, and moved to the side.
Si Jianye, not to be outdone, also stood up immediately. His unmasked face held a hint of coolness, and he casually put away his mask.
This was his residence, and there were no other people around.
Whether he wore the mask or not didn't matter.
A'xi rushed into the courtyard in a hurry. Perhaps too anxious, he didn't notice the abnormality in the courtyard and quickly turned his gaze to Si Jianye, "Young Master, Miss has had an accident!"
"What happened to Xin Xin?"
Si Jianye couldn't hide his anxiety and quickly asked, his eyes filled with worry.
Feng Ninghe was equally anxious.
Without a word, she quickly strode towards a courtyard.
A'xi hurriedly explained, "Just now, I heard a scream from inside the house, so I rushed in. I don't know what happened, but Miss was in pain and unconscious. I didn't have time to think and pulled her out of the wooden tub, then rushed to inform you."
The specific condition of Si Xin Xin could only be known upon seeing her.
Si Jianye's figure flashed, and a gust of wind swept past; he had already disappeared from his spot.
Everyone rushed to the room where Si Xin Xin was.
On the bed.
Si Xin Xin's small form was curled up, her tender face contorted in a frown.
It was evident that she was in unbearable pain and was trying her best to endure it.
"Xin Xin! How are you? How do you feel?"
Si Jianye was the first to rush to the bed and hold her tightly.
Si Xin Xin had already fallen unconscious and did not respond, her remaining consciousness battling the medicinal power within her.
Si Jianye quickly channeled spiritual energy to her, attempting to help her deal with the chaotic spiritual energy in her body.
Feng Ninghe entered the room but did not rush to the bed. Instead, she went to the wooden tub.
A delicate small porcelain bottle floated in the tub.
This bottle contained the condensed medicine from Feng Ninghe.
But now the medicine bottle had been poured into the tub.
She quickly picked up the bottle, her brows furrowed, "What is going on?"