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Shen Lantang wiped away her tears. "My husband was only trying to protect me. Those wretched bandits! Once we're well, we'll make sure the authorities deal with them."

"Yes, yes," the woman agreed.

After taking the money, the couple grew even warmer toward them. They even boiled eggs to help Shen Lantang regain her strength. Xie Jin was still weak. Since waking, he had remained in bed, his abdomen aching whenever he tried to draw on his Internal Force. He could not gather even a trace of it. The snake venom had probably not cleared from his body, so he did not force himself.

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After they finished talking, Shen Lantang went into the courtyard to help Aunt Gao tidy up. She and Xie Jin had fallen off a cliff, survived three days in the wilderness, and then tumbled down a slope. By the time they were rescued, their clothes were in tatters.

Uncle Gao and Aunt Gao had lent them clothes. They were ugly, and the fabric was rough, but they were wearable. What more could the two of them ask?

As for the noble air that neither dirt-smeared faces nor peasant clothes could conceal—Xie Jin was the one to name here. Even unconscious, he had seemed as luminous as the moon and as cool as frost. Nobility radiated from him.

The couple therefore believed Shen Lantang without a doubt.

Now, dressed in drab gray, Shen Lantang looked like the prettiest girl in the village. Watching her bustle about only made the impression stronger.

Xie Jin had seen her working a few days earlier, but that had been because he could not walk. Why was she now doing housework as well as looking after him? Puzzled, he asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Helping Aunt Gao with the chores."

Her