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Shu Jingwei took a deep breath, suppressing all the turbulent emotions in her chest, and praised, her tone already calm.

"This medicine truly lives up to its name as a divine medicine; it is indeed a miraculous elixir that can cure any disease."

She then changed the subject, adding a hint of probing: "I wonder what this... lord from the Western Regions needs me to do?"

The raindrops leaking from the roof continued to patter slowly, drip-drop, drip-drop, each drop landing beside the stone bed where she sat, splashing up tiny droplets.

Fujiwara no Shūjin did not answer directly.

He waved, his fingers short and thick, with a black ring on his knuckles.

The ring, made of some unknown material, gleamed with a faint, dark light in the dim light. It wasn't a reflection; rather, it seemed to emanate from within the ring, a glossy black sheen.

A person immediately stepped forward, unfolded a large raincoat, and draped it over Shu Jingwei's shoulders with a whoosh.

The straw raincoat was woven very densely, and when it covered her body, it was like a small shell, enveloping her completely.

Each straw was carefully woven and layered together, so that rainwater would slide down the texture of the straw without seeping in.

It still carried a slight scent of rain, but its thick texture immediately insulated it from the damp cold outside.

Before Shu Jingwei could ask any more questions, the man bent down and hoisted her up, his movements swift and efficient.

She felt a sudden lightness in her body, as if she had been swept up by a gust of wind, and the scene before her eyes suddenly spun around.

The dilapidated roof, the dripping thatched roof, the moss-covered stone bed, the bulging mounds on the walls, and the puddles spreading out in circles on the ground.

They all turned upside down, blurring into a grayish-yellow blur before her eyes.

Shu Jingwei was startled and instinctively wanted to struggle, but then forced herself to relax. There were so many people in front of her.

Besides, you've already taken their medicine, so if you struggle now, people might misunderstand that you're unwilling.

Fujiwara no Shūjin turned around and walked outside, the hem of his raincoat swirling in a clean arc, splashing a small circle of water.

Although he was short, he walked quite fast. When he reached the low threshold at the door, he lifted his foot slightly and stepped over it.

Then, a somewhat muffled sound, shrouded in rain, came from ahead, carrying a hint of profound meaning.

"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything. You just need to live well."

Live well?

Shu Jingwei was hoisted onto her shoulder, blood rushing to her head, her mind buzzing. She looked at the swaying ground in front of her, her brows furrowing amidst the jolting.

What does this mean?

But before she could think it through, she was carried out of that dilapidated house.

The moment she stepped outside, dense raindrops pounded on her raincoat, the pattering sound temporarily scattering the questions in her mind.

The sound was rapid and urgent, as if countless hands were simultaneously patting her head and back.

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and the sound of the rain in the open field was many times louder than inside the house.

Rain was coming from all directions, with no walls to block it, and the sound of the rain poured directly into my ears, as if the whole world had been completely submerged by the rain.

A carriage was parked at the entrance, its curtains heavy, obscuring the view inside.

The vehicle was covered with a tarpaulin, and rainwater gathered on the tarpaulin, forming streams that flowed down the curve of the vehicle and under the wheels, mixing with the mud.

In a short while, the wheels were halfway submerged in the mud, and the spokes were covered with a thick layer of dark yellow mud.

Several horses stood beside the carriage, their bodies covered with waterproof tarpaulins that occasionally billowed in the wind before quickly deflating.

They kept swishing their tails, the hairs on them matted together by the rain, making them look like rough whips when they swung.

The man carrying her carefully placed her into the carriage, which was surprisingly lined with soft mattresses and cushions.

The mattress was made of coarse cloth, but it was washed very clean and had a faint smell of sun-dried fabric, making it especially precious on this damp, rainy day.

Shu Jingwei leaned against the soft cushion, feeling the long-lost softness beneath her, and for a moment she was in a daze.

The carriage was dark, with only a sliver of dim light filtering through the gap in the curtains.

But it was very dry, so dry that it felt like being in another world, a world completely isolated from this endless rain.

In the corner of the carriage sat a small bronze incense burner. No incense was lit, but a faint sandalwood scent lingered on the burner's walls.

After settling her in, the man left and lowered the carriage curtain.

The curtain fell, and the sliver of gray light disappeared, plunging the carriage into darkness. Only the sound of rain pattering against the tarpaulin and the dull thud of wheels rolling over mud could be heard.

Then the carriage swayed slightly, its body dipped slightly, the wheels were pulled out of the mud, and it gradually drove away from the dilapidated house.

The rain gradually swallowed the carriage until it was completely invisible.

All that remained was an empty, dilapidated house and the tracks left by a passing carriage, but those tracks were quickly filled with rainwater.

The sound of rain filled the vast wilderness, as if it had filled every crevice between heaven and earth.

Just then, two dark figures suddenly emerged from the weeds behind the dilapidated house.

As soon as the dark figure appeared, it began to rush towards the imperial palace in the capital without stopping.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the rain, passing through the fallen weeds and crossing the muddy dirt road.

Rainwater quickly seeped into the footprints where I stepped, and in the blink of an eye, they were no longer visible.

They were incredibly fast, like two black fish swimming in the water.

Their figures were quickly torn to pieces by the rain, like two dark shadows almost scattered by the wind, silently approaching the heart of the Great Flame Dynasty.

Occasionally, one or two birds hiding in the grass would be startled and take flight, drawing frantic arcs against the gray sky.

……

"What did you say?! Shu Jingwei was taken away?! Her broken arms and legs were healed?!"

Inside the imperial study in the palace, Wang Meng suddenly stood up and slammed his large hand heavily on the table, making the teacups on the table jump with a loud thud.

A few drops of tea splashed from the rim of the cup, sprinkling onto the unfolded memorial, spreading into a small, dark stain.

The water stains slowly spread across the paper, quickly blurring the nearby words and turning them into indistinct black lumps.

He pushed the chair behind him so hard it almost tipped over. It wobbled a couple of times before regaining its balance, the chair legs scraping against the smooth brick surface with a screeching sound.

His face was full of disbelief.

He knew all too well how badly Shu Jingwei was injured back then, having witnessed it firsthand.

Not to mention that she later had an affair with that merchant, and was beaten twice by the wife, breaking her arms and legs. According to the doctor who treated her injuries, such injuries would never heal in her lifetime unless by a miracle.

But now, a miracle has actually happened!?

"As expected of Lord Lin, he is truly a visionary," Wang Meng exclaimed, his tone full of admiration.

Those eyes, which were usually wide open like copper bells, were now slightly narrowed, filled with heartfelt admiration.