"That works too."
It was safer this way for her sister.
Only after the booklet had burned to ashes did Su Qiao return to the table:
"Brother, I've found a way, but I'll need quite a few medicinal ingredients."
"You need medicinal ingredients? I'll go out and find a way to get them for you right now."
As long as he could remove the gu from his sister's mind, he was willing to do anything.
"Wait. I'll write you a list. Buy everything according to it."
Fortunately, Su Qiao had ink, a brush, and paper here.
They had probably been left behind by whoever had lived here before.
After writing down the names of the medicinal ingredients she needed, she blew on the paper, then handed it to Su Baiwen:
"Brother, remember not to cause trouble for Prince Jing. You're a righteous hero, so you can't even get the enemy wrong."
Her brother was going to kill Prince Jing? Wouldn't that be like the flood washing into the Dragon King's temple, with family failing to recognize family?
"Why do I feel like something's strange?"
Su Baiwen took the list, folded it, and carefully tucked it into his clothes before looking at his sister in confusion.
Su Qiao blinked innocently. "What's strange? Hurry up and go, before someone discovers you."
"Alright, then I'll go first. I'll come see you again tomorrow night."
Su Baiwen's thoughts were entirely occupied by the medicinal ingredients, so he had no time to investigate anything else for now.
"Mhm, mhm."
Su Qiao nodded obediently and watched him leap out through the window. After flickering through the woods several times, he soon vanished into the darkness.
Host, you're being way too biased. Your brother risked his life to come into the Imperial Palace and save you, but