A Grab at Your Crotch

Qin Muye felt a bit of a headache.

He had just seen the old woman's fate, which ended in death during the Great Gan's purge of the Nanzhao remnants; her fate grade was only seventh rank.

However, the moment this old thing brought Bai Yuji into the room, Qin Yanying's fate began to shift.

Needless to say, this old thing was definitely up to no good.

So, does this old thing have a grudge against my aunt?

Although Qin Muye had not yet fully assimilated into his new identity, he knew it was only a matter of time; after all, according to Marxist Philosophy, a person is the product of their social relations.

He possessed the memories of the "Marquis of Southern Suppression's Heir" and held his identity; even if his personality had changed, he was still the Marquis of Southern Suppression's Heir in every sense.

Betraying this identity would be betraying himself.

Moreover, after spending the last two days together, he felt that Qin Yanying was genuinely good to him, and there was no reason to let some inexplicable person harm her.

But with his current strength, he lacked the ability to stop it.

However...

Qin Yanying's fate shifted back and forth over a dozen times, eventually settling into a superposition of two fates, which unexpectedly granted him 23.63 free attribute points.

Each shift added 1.39 points; Qin Yanying's fate was a seventh rank at 69/80, and counting the ranks below, it totaled exactly 139. This meant that for indirectly affected fates, the attribute points gained were one percent of the fate's fluctuation.

Although it was a small amount, it could be exploited repeatedly—it seemed like he could farm a bug!

Inside the room.

Bai Yuji's mood was incredibly complex as she watched the old woman weeping.

If not for the support of the elders back then, she would never have been able to preserve the spark for the Nanzhao remnants.

It could be said that everyone carried a deep, burning hatred.

She had also promised to seek peace of mind for each of them.

Over the past few years, she had helped the Nanzhao remnants gain a foothold, but as the plan progressed to the stage of revenge, she discovered that her own resolve had not yet reached the level of an excellent leader.

When faced with a stance, right and wrong had always been insignificant.

As a princess of a fallen nation, she would certainly take revenge—for herself, for Nanzhao, and for all the Nanzhao remnants who supported her.

But being determined to take revenge did not mean she would be free from psychological torment.

Just as she could not kill Qin Muye without any mental barriers, she also felt that this woman of the Qin Family was not a villain after spending these two days with Qin Yanying.

She took a deep breath and helped the old woman up: "Great Elder! The primary culprit who slaughtered Nanzhao is still Qin Kaijiang; all our actions should prioritize killing Qin Kaijiang.

Now that Qin Muye has just survived a disaster, every move the Qin Family makes will be under scrutiny. Just a moment ago, the imperial court even sent over several guards with profound cultivation.

If our identity is exposed because of poisoning Qin Yanying, the loss will outweigh the gain!

The most important thing now is to obtain the Qin Family bloodline as soon as possible. Once it is done, I will certainly do my best to avenge you!"

"It is this old woman who considered things improperly!"

The old woman felt a bit ashamed, wiped her tears, and stood up. Nanzhao had already been destroyed, and there was almost no possibility of restoration.

They had no grand ambitions; they only wanted to kill Qin Kaijiang, otherwise, the Nanzhao remnants would not be able to rest in peace.

If they could throw the Great Gan into chaos, that would naturally be even better.

A mere Qin Yanying could only be considered a personal grudge.

She took a deep breath: "Princess! That bitch played us this time, but we have also lost the best opportunity to incite a rift between the officials and generals of the Gan Kingdom. The one above is very displeased; you must cure Qin Muye as soon as possible and conceive the Qin Family bloodline. If possible... an obedient Qin Muye is far more useful than a mere reproductive tool!"

Bai Yuji said solemnly: "I will do my best."

The old woman felt a pang of heartache: "You have sacrificed far too much!"

Bai Yuji sighed: "If not for everyone saving me, I would have died under the ruins long ago; it is only right. Once you write down the prescription, leave immediately. Do not have any more contact with Chen Sui."

"Yes!"

The old woman nodded, took out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote down the prescription.

After setting down the pen and paper, mist flickered around her body, and her physical form transformed into a swarm of unknown insects, crawling out through the window.

"Creak!"

Bai Yuji pushed open the door: "Aunt, this prescription was written by my master; I will trouble you to fetch the medicine. Young Master Qin, come in; I will treat you."

Qin Yanying took the prescription and leaned in to glance inside the room: "Eh? Yuji, where is your master?"

Bai Yuji said with a touch of sadness: "My master said she dislikes the secular world; after teaching me the secret arts, she left directly and told me not to look for her."

"Oh!"

Qin Yanying hurriedly comforted her: "She was just speaking out of anger; you must not take it to heart."

Chen Sui was somewhat astonished: "How did she disappear from the room? Why didn't I notice anything at all?"

Qin Yanying curled her lip. "Of course she's an expert, otherwise how would she treat Qin Muye? Qin Muye, hurry inside and let Bai Yuji treat you."

"Got it!"

Qin Muye entered the room, and the moment he closed the door, he asked with a grin, "That old lady's acting was pretty good. Where did you find her?"

Bai Yuji rolled her eyes at him. "That's none of your concern. Just come here and accept the treatment."

Qin Muye sat right down beside her, leaning in with a smile. "How are we doing this treatment?"

Seeing him about to act up.

Bai Yuji swiftly produced a pill the size of a pinky fingertip, crushing it with a gentle twist. It transformed into a cluster of bouncy, white insects that squirmed across her fair palm.

"Eat it!"

"..."

Qin Muye's face went pale. "Can you crush them back into the shape of a pill before making me eat them?"

Bai Yuji sneered. "Beg me!"

"I beg you!"

"Why do you have no backbone at all?"

"We share one life, so you are the person closest to me. Home is not a place for backbone; home is a place for love."

"If you say any more of these lewd words, all your future medicine will be insects."

"..."

Qin Muye behaved himself.

Only then did Bai Yuji chant softly, causing the insects in her palm to coalesce into a smooth pill. Although it was still made of insects, the visual effect was no longer disgusting.

Qin Muye tossed it into his mouth, took a gulp of water, tilted his head back, and swallowed it. He asked curiously, "What is the principle behind this pill?"

Bai Yuji said indifferently, "It resides in your marrow to help you retain blood energy. However, it can only survive in human blood for less than five days. We can only use this five-day window to store more blood energy to nourish your marrow. While it doesn't guarantee a full recovery, it is at least more effective than your previous methods."

Qin Muye curled his lip. "You really are a genius, damn it!"

Bai Yuji studied him thoughtfully. "You must understand, I am treating you to obtain the bloodline of the Qin Family, and I am taking that bloodline to refine a Gu to kill your father. Do you not resist at all?"

Qin Muye said as a matter of course, "If I were to resist, I would do it secretly. Would I do it to your face?"

Bai Yuji: "..."

That made perfect sense.

She was actually speechless.

However, she would monitor the entire treatment process for Qin Muye; she didn't believe he could pull any tricks.

Qin Muye suddenly leaned in closer. "Hey!"

"What?"

"My birthday is in a few days. Don't you have anything to give me?"

"Why would I give you anything?"

"Because I'm so pitiful. After being used, I don't even know how you all plan to dispose of me. Before that happens, can you pretend to be my good friend?"

"..."

Bai Yuji looked at his grinning face, unable to tell if he was joking or using a joke to speak his true feelings.

She thought for a moment and shook her head. "I am very poor. Anything I give you, you would certainly look down upon."

Qin Muye shook his head. "I'm not a gold-digger! Doesn't Nanzhao like singing folk songs? Just sing me a folk song when the time comes."

Bai Yuji's expression stiffened instantly.

She had never learned any folk songs; she had only heard mountain folk singing them when she snuck out of the palace as a child.

She couldn't sing complex ones, but she could hum a few simple lines. Yet, what would she sing? 'I'll give your thigh a squeeze'?

She couldn't help but glare at him. "I can't!"

"What a coincidence! I can!"

"???"

"You prepare a birthday gift for me properly, and then when your birthday comes, I'll sing you a folk song, how about that?"

"..."

Bai Yuji was startled and instinctively scooted backward, terrified that he might actually reach out and squeeze her thigh.