The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 892 The Heat Has Come Down

These words moved Old Mrs. Meng, who looked at her with emotion.

Even Meng Tianguan nodded and said, "Jing'er has really grown up and made a lot of progress."

He then glanced at Meng Zhinian before his gaze fell on Wu Shi. His gaze was much gentler and kinder than before. His second son and daughter-in-law were not particularly outstanding, but their grandchildren were quite good, which comforted him greatly.

Meng Meijing never expected that a casual remark she made would earn her grandfather's praise. She was overjoyed, surprised, and a little aggrieved.

She had tried so hard before but failed to gain her grandfather's approval. Yet, because of a single sentence she uttered sincerely for her elder sister, she was moved by both her grandmother and her grandfather, leaving her with a myriad of emotions.

The same applies to the Wu family.

Because of Meng Zhinian's unreliability and irresponsibility, she had never truly received a second glance from her in-laws since entering the Meng family. Now that she was finally being treated differently by Meng Tianguan, she was overjoyed.

If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, she would have burst out laughing.

With Huang Jing and Lan Zhijin working together, Meng Shisan floated in front of the bed, watching the two cast spells simultaneously or alternately. It took nearly an hour for her body to cool down at a visible speed.

Huang Jing stopped first, and Lan Zhijin finished off the rest.

The demon soul could not touch the surface of a human body, but Meng Shisan could see that his face was no longer sickly red, and his breathing had gradually become steady. Although he was not yet fully awake, the tightness between his brows had dissipated, and he looked much more comfortable.

Huang Jing also noticed this and happily said to Lan Zhijin, "Yaoyao is really better! In terms of medical skills and techniques, you are still better than me. I must admit that. My decision not to agree with your statement that medical skills and techniques are as important as inherited techniques was really due to my limited knowledge."

"It's rare." Both of them had expended a lot of energy and physical strength. Lan Zhijin gestured for Huang Jing to sit down and talk.

Huang Jing waved his hand: "I won't sit down. There are a lot of people waiting outside. You were the main force in rescuing Yaoyao this time. You've expended much more energy than I have. Sit down and rest. I'll go out and tell them the results so they can rest assured."

This rescue was indeed led by Lan Zhijin, with Huang Jing as his assistant. Meng Shisan watched from the sidelines and saw it all clearly.

After Huang Jing opened the door and went out, she kept observing Lan Zhijin's attitude towards her.

Of course, this refers to her human form; he cannot yet see her demonic soul.

Lan Zhijin's attitude towards Meng Shisan wasn't that complicated; it was mostly related to Huang Jing.

Originally, he wasn't curious about the eldest daughter of the Meng family, nor did he want to get to know her. He learned about Meng Shisan little by little from Huang Jing. Later, he learned more and more from rumors and what he overheard while helping Li Heng dispose of the body in his private residence.

The distance between the bed and the table and chairs was about ten steps, which was the closest Lan Zhijin had ever been to Meng Shisan.

He saw Meng Shisan from afar, and Meng Shisan might not see him in the same way. This was the first time they had met face to face.

He hadn't expected that this first close encounter would be when he used all the medical skills and techniques he had learned in his life to save Meng Shisan. He had an indescribable feeling. This feeling had been surrounding him ever since he stepped into the room and saw Meng Shisan lying unconscious on the bed. It had nothing to do with romance or morality; it was simply a feeling that was both familiar and strange to him.

He couldn't understand why he had such conflicting feelings.
The only certainty is that this feeling comes from the young lady of the Meng family standing before him.

As Lan Zhijin pondered, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Meng Shisan floated in front of Lan Zhijin, tilting her head slightly, staring at the furrowed brows between Lan Zhijin's brows, and then following Lan Zhijin's gaze to herself on the bed a dozen steps away, wondering if Lan Zhijin actually did not want to save her.
But because Huang Jing insisted on saving her, he had no choice but to agree to come and save her.
If not, then why is Lan Zhijin staring at her with a frown?
It seems that once she regains consciousness and her demon soul returns to her human body, she'll have to find an opportunity to properly ask Huang Jing about Lan Zhijin's opinion of her.

Regardless of the circumstances, Lan Zhijin saved her this time, and she would always remember this kindness so that she could repay it in the future.

Huang Jing led Meng Tianguan, Old Madam Meng, and a group of people into the bedroom. Some people waited in the outer room, while others went into the inner room to see Meng Shisan.

The other physicians were waiting in the outer room. Yu Minglu also wanted to enter the inner room as soon as possible, but when he reached the screen separating the two rooms, he stopped. He decided to let Miss Meng's family take a look first.

Meng Tianguan and the others were not physicians, so they could only see that Meng Shisan's complexion had returned to normal, that he was no longer burning up with fever, and that his face was no longer flushed with a sickly redness. They could not see anything else.

He waved his hand, and he and his wife took the lead, leading the family out of the inner room to make room for Yu Minglu and the other physicians to come in and take their eldest granddaughter's pulse and diagnose her condition.

Having confirmed that she was safe and sound and had passed the danger period, Meng Shisan paid no further attention to her family or the physician. Her gaze followed Lan Zhijin until he stepped out of her bedroom.

The door was wide open, and she leaned against it, her gaze following the movements of Blue Ash in the courtyard.

She felt that Lan Zhijin had a problem with her, and he would definitely take action. She just wanted to wait and see what he would do in her courtyard.

Camellia was once fought over by Huang Jing and Lan Zhijin, one vying to subdue it and the other vying to destroy it. And the person standing in front of it at this moment, examining it expressionlessly, is none other than Lan Zhijin, the demon hunter who wants to destroy it.

To be honest, I'm not really afraid, since it's a demon with an owner now.

To say it's not afraid isn't entirely true; demons have an innate fear of demon hunters that they can't control even if they try.

So, the camellia, wavering between fear and fearlessness, quietly shook its leaves toward Meng Shisan, wanting Meng Shisan to see its fear and to help it out of its predicament.

Meng Shisan could naturally see through Shancha's intentions, but since she was currently a soul without a body, Lan Zhijin couldn't see her. Even if she wanted to help Shancha, she was powerless to do so.

He then shook his head at the camellia.

Upon seeing this, the camellia leaves, which had been swaying slightly, immediately stopped moving.

"Hmm?" Lan Zhijin wasn't blind. How could he not see the little movements that Camellia was making right under his nose? He had seen them but remained silent, simply wanting to see what Camellia's next move would be. He hadn't expected that the next move would be for the leaves to stop swaying altogether. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "It's not moving anymore?"

Camellia froze.