Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Upon hearing the words "scarring," Huang Rong instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.

She sat back down on the stool, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, her right eye closed shut, her left eye socket surrounded by a dark patch of ointment, making her look both comical and pitiful.

"You...you can really cure me?" Huang Rong's voice trembled. "What if this medicine isn't right for me? My face will be ruined."

"If all else fails, please, I beg you, you should find a doctor."

"Alright, in Xiangyang City, apart from Old Man Liao, my medical skills are the most solid." Chen Yanzhou said as he gently spread the ointment with his fingertips, allowing the medicine to seep into his skin.

Although he complained about his actions, the force in his fingertips was extremely steady.

When Liao Langzhong taught him acupuncture and medicine preparation, he practiced on the back of his hand many times, which honed his skill in mastering the art of precision.

Huang Rong felt the cool sensation coming from her eye sockets, and the burning pain had indeed subsided considerably. She slightly opened her right eye and looked at Chen Yanzhou, who was standing close to her.

"I don't believe it," Huang Rong muttered softly. "If I really have a scar, what will you give me in return?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou paused in his actions, looked up at Huang Rong, and met her bright, watery eyes.

"Okay, if it really leaves a scar, I'll take full responsibility, alright?"

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment. Before she could figure out the deeper meaning, she felt Chen Yanzhou suddenly move closer.

Chen Yanzhou cupped her face in his hands, then lowered his head slightly and gently blew a breath onto her red and swollen eyes.

"call--"

The warm breath brushed against the cool ointment, bringing a strange itching sensation.

Huang Rong held her breath instantly; the two were simply too close.

She was so close that she could see the fine downy hairs on Chen Yanzhou's chin and smell the youthful scent on him, a mixture of grassy fragrance and faint medicinal aroma.

Her heart started racing without warning, pounding so hard it hurt her chest.

What happened...? Did he knock my brains out?

Huang Rong screamed inwardly, trying to suppress the inexplicable feeling of attraction.

After blowing on the ointment, Chen Yanzhou noticed that the surface had dried slightly, so he released his grip and patted her head.

"Alright, don't get it wet. The swelling should be half gone by tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he turned around and began to pack up the medicine box on the table. His movements were quick and efficient, and he didn't notice the girl's pretty face behind him, which was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.

Huang Rong sat blankly on the stool, feeling her cheeks burning hot, even hotter than when they were swollen from the beating.

She reached out and touched her face, then quickly pulled her hand back, glancing guiltily at Chen Yanzhou's back.

Chen Yanzhou carried his medicine box out and washed his hands briefly by the water tank in the yard.

He yawned, went back into the room, casually tore off his outer robe and hung it on the clothes rack, leaving only his white undergarment, and strode towards the bed.

"I'm exhausted, every single day."

Chen Yanzhou muttered something, plopped down on the edge of the bed, threw off the covers, and crawled inside.

He lay on the bed, stretched comfortably, and was about to close his eyes when he found Huang Rong still sitting at the table like a statue, lost in thought.

"Hey, what are you doing sitting there daydreaming instead of sleeping?" Chen Yanzhou turned slightly to the side, propped his head up with one hand, and looked at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong snapped back to reality and met Chen Yanzhou's smiling eyes, her heart skipping a beat again.

"Sleep...I'll sleep now." She stood up awkwardly and walked to the bedside, her movements stiff like a puppet that had just learned to walk.

With her back to Chen Yanzhou, she slowly unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing a pale yellow undergarment underneath.

Chen Yanzhou moved to the inside of the bed, making room for a large space, and even patted the spot where he had just slept, all in a serious manner.

Huang Rong bit her lip, her face flushed, and climbed onto the bed. She carefully lay down, glancing at Chen Yanzhou out of the corner of her eye, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from outside the window.

Just then, Chen Yanzhou's clear voice rang in my ears again.

"Feed".

"What?" Huang Rong didn't dare to turn around.

"I just tucked you in, so you owe me an extra tael of silver."

Huang Rong's romantic thoughts were instantly shattered by these words.

She turned around abruptly, staring wide-eyed at Chen Yanzhou, her panda eyes standing out starkly in the moonlight.

"Chen Yanzhou! Have you no shame?" Huang Rong was so angry that she scrambled to the corner of the bed, pointing her finger at his nose. "I owe you three thousand taels of silver, and you want to charge me for even covering myself with a blanket? Is your heart made of iron or gold?"

Chen Yanzhou nodded with an air of self-righteousness and seriousness: "You can't say that. I'm a virgin, and I'm offering you my pure body to keep you warm in bed. Charging you one tael of silver is a discounted price."

"You..." Huang Rong was speechless with anger, her chest heaving violently.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly snorted coldly, saying defiantly, "Fine, then I'll warm up the place you're lying on. I'm the young lady of Peach Blossom Island, a virgin at that. Shouldn't the cost of warming up the bed be worth at least an ounce of silver?"

Chen Yanzhou stroked his chin and squinted as he looked her over.

Huang Rong looked at him expectantly, thinking that this would at least offset some of the debt.

After a long pause, Chen Yanzhou shook his head.

"No, you've quoted too high a price."

"Why should I?!" Huang Rong exploded again. "Am I worth less than you?"

Chen Yanzhou rolled over to face Huang Rong, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Because I'm your creditor, and you're worth at most 1,500 coins."

Huang Rong was dumbfounded by this set of fallacies. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find a single word to refute it.

"Half an ounce? You...you're a complete and utter swindler!"

Huang Rong turned around angrily, her back to Chen Yanzhou, and burrowed into the quilt as if she wanted to stomp on the bedding as if it were Chen Yanzhou.

Chen Yanzhou looked at her puffed-up head and smiled silently.

"Three thousand taels... how many times would I have to stay in bed to pay that back..."

She was thinking hazily, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, and she drifted off to sleep.