Lord Lin went home and knelt on a washboard. After Huahua reported this, Jiang Shuyue grew curious about what would happen to someone who knelt on one for four hours.
When Bai Zong heard the news, he made an example of his own son, forcing Bai Rou to kneel for two hours before bringing him over to apologize the next day.
Jiang Shuyue was in the kitchen, furtively taking out the Heaven-Returning Pill she had redeemed.
"Good grief! One Heaven-Returning Pill cost 200% in Green Tea Points. I took a bloody loss!" Jiang Shuyue said.
Huahua: [Why do I get the feeling you aren't heartbroken at all?]
Jiang Shuyue smiled slyly. [They're no use to me anyway. Once they're spent, they're spent. I'm just getting a little satisfaction out of complaining!]
Huahua: [Let's put that aside for now. Are you really going to turn the Heaven-Returning Pill into candied hawthorn? Is that really necessary?]
Jiang Shuyue opened her hand. The Heaven-Returning Pill looked very much like a hawthorn berry.
But its surface was exceptionally smooth, dark red with a faint sheen, and warm and smooth to the touch.
Jiang Shuyue: [This thing even glows. How am I supposed to coax Yu Qing into eating it? Am I supposed to tell him, "Be good and swallow this. Big Sister will give you a miracle"? Does that sound reasonable?]
Huahua: It seemed... it really didn't.
Jiang Shuyue: [He's in poor health, not poor in brains. What sensible person would swallow something like this on sight?]
Huahua: [You have a point. Unfortunately, this pill can only merge into flesh and blood, and blades and spears can't damage it. Otherwise, you could make it into another dish.]
Jiang Shuyue: *[I considered disguising it as diced chili chicken or Cherry Foie Gras, but I don't