Chapter 7
Shen Yao Xing, who had finally returned to the inn, felt utterly unlucky. The burning pain on her face seemed to constantly remind her of her disfigurement.
"Ouch!" Shen Yao Xing winced and pulled back her hand, complaining to Meng Xin Yi who was treating her wounds: "Can't you be gentler? You're making the wound split open again!"
Meng Xin Yi held her hand, responding verbally while gently pinching a bit of blood. She examined it under the candlelight, frowning slightly: "How is this blood clotting in a lump? Wasn't it just injured?"
Shen Yao Xing gritted her teeth and pulled her hand back, blowing on the wound, very dissatisfied: "How would I know what's going on? That sword edge felt like an ice block, just touching it froze my hand."
It was truly bizarre. It looked like an ordinary sword, but when touched, it felt like being in the middle of a glacier. She had heard of something called sword qi before, but didn't know it could affect people to this extent. It was too fantastical.
"You..." Meng Xin Yi looked at her, hesitating to speak.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so wishy-washy. Hurry up and apply the medicine after you're done talking." Shen Yao Xing picked up a small bronze mirror and examined her face from different angles, growing more anxious as she looked: "Do you think my face can be saved? It won't leave a scar, right?"
Although she had been in this world for a long time, and the women here were used to being rough and didn't care about having scars on their faces, she cared! The desire to be beautiful couldn't be erased. If this really left a scar, she would have an irreconcilable grudge against that young master!
Shen Yao Xing narrowed her eyes, thinking darkly that if she ever got the chance and he fell into her hands... hmph, she would definitely gouge out his face!
"The one who injured you... was it that Ming Yue young master?" Meng Xin Yi asked tentatively.
"That's right!" Shen Yao Xing gnashed her teeth, her fierce expression suggesting that if that person were here, she would immediately pounce on him and tear his face to shreds.
"No wonder." Meng Xin Yi grabbed her hand, carefully applying medicine to the wound, then wrapping it with long strips of cloth. After finishing one hand, she grabbed the other and repeated the process.
Her gaze slowly moved to Shen Yao Xing's resentful face, and Meng Xin Yi's lips curled slightly: "That Ming Yue young master is not easy to deal with. As the second-in-command of the Chang Sheng Pavilion, his appearance is secondary. Being ruthless and merciless is also how people in the jianghu evaluate him. However... most people covet his face, often forgetting what kind of person he really is."
Just like a beast skilled at disguise, waiting for prey to willingly deliver themselves, only to tear them to pieces in the end.
Her words led Shen Yao Xing to a conclusion: apparently, the term "beauty with the heart of a snake and scorpion" could be used not only to describe women but also men. In any case, all beautiful things were poisonous.
"What's the deal with the sword in his hand? It feels colder than ice when touched." Shen Yao Xing asked about her confusion.
"That's Floating Snow. It's forged from thousand-year-old cold ice stone from the peak of Kunlun Mountain. It can cut through iron like mud and has tremendous power. I've heard it can also recognize its master. Anyone else who touches it will be frozen."
Shen Yao Xing listened, completely dumbfounded. She scratched her neck hesitantly and spoke: "Is it really... that mystical?"
This world was already strange enough, but these words made her realize she was still too naive.
Meng Xin Yi lifted her hand in response to her question: "Isn't this how you were injured?"
Shen Yao Xing raised both of her bandaged hands, wiggled her fingers, and nodded in satisfaction. Then she pointed at her face: "This is the most important part, it absolutely cannot leave a scar!"
Meng Xin Yi chuckled lightly and took out another medicine bottle from the medicine box.
A cool sensation spread over the wound, calming her previously agitated heart. Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Yao Xing asked about tonight's events.
The medicine-applying motion paused, and Meng Xin Yi's eyes darkened slightly: "The Four Directions Society's elaborate plan this time really is related to the Chang Sheng Pavilion, but I couldn't hear the specific reasons."
"It seems..." Meng Xin Yi narrowed her eyes: "It's also inextricably linked to the imperial court."
The imperial court?
Just mentioning these two words gave Shen Yao Xing a headache: "Aren't they supposed to mind their own business? Why would the imperial court get involved in these matters?"
Jianghu people were not bound by laws, and she had run away precisely to enjoy this freedom.
Meng Xin Yi shook her head, she wasn't clear about what was going on either: "Anyway, this deerskin map cannot fall into the hands of the Chang Sheng Pavilion."
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