For the first time, those ink-dark eyes lit up, their gaze fixed unblinkingly on her.
Jiang Yourning felt as though she had been drawn into them, and her heart skipped a beat despite herself.
Are you trying to charm me, young man?
Swearing on your real name? At least your attitude is pretty good.
Still, Mo Qianqing does sound like a male lead's name. Qian Xue sounds oddly like one of my sisters.
All sorts of thoughts tumbled through her mind, but Jiang Yourning still had her wits about her. She spoke calmly:
"What good are oaths? None of that is any use. Why don't you give me something tangible, National Preceptor?
What if, once your poison is cured and you know my secret, you decide to exploit me or turn on me and kill me?"
Qing Qianxue removed the jade hairpin from his head, letting his white hair spill loose.
"This is a sword hairpin, engraved with a special mark. You may find it useful someday.
It also represents my authority. Seeing this hairpin is the same as seeing me. Every force under my command will obey your orders, and you may use everything I own. Even if I wanted to kill you, with this in your possession, my people would take their own lives before laying a finger on you.
If you still feel uneasy, you may even poison the antidote, so long as you promise to give me the antidote to that on time, Sixth Miss Jiang, rather than leave me suffering day after day as I do with this cold poison."
"Good! Then get my payment ready as soon as possible. Once I've made the antidote, I'll come find you."
Qing Qianxue had shown ample sincerity. Jiang Yourning accepted the sword hairpin without hesitation.
"All right."