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"Just a slight reputation," Nangong Shuang replied, not wanting to elaborate further. She turned to Brother Lu and asked, "This place is not suitable for a long stay. When can we continue our journey?"
"We can leave immediately," Lu Tong said decisively. "But those unconscious Mountain Bandits..."
"It doesn't matter. They will only sleep for a day and won't be in any danger," Nangong Shuang explained. "However, when they wake up, they will likely have a splitting headache as a form of punishment."
Upon hearing this, everyone was even more impressed by Nangong Shuang's methods.
The merchant caravan reorganized and continued on their way. Nangong Shuang returned to the carriage and found Xiao Zhongyan smiling at her.
"Why are you smiling, Young Master?" she asked.
"I didn't expect that not only are you skilled in medicine, but your use of poison is also remarkable," Xiao Zhongyan praised. "A pot of 'Zui Hun San' resolved the crisis for the entire team. Truly admirable."
Nangong Shuang humbly replied, "It's just a little knowledge I've recently acquired. But that Yang Zhe Shou recognized the Nangong Family's Plum Blossom Mark and knew the title 'Cold Poison Saint.' It's quite strange."
"Indeed, it is odd," Xiao Zhongyan said with a frown. "Although the Nangong Family was once prominent, an ordinary Mountain Bandit shouldn't know so much about it or fear it so greatly. Could he have another identity?"
"Perhaps," Nangong Shuang pondered. "But thinking about it now is of no use. We need to reach Mei Ying Villa first and find the 'Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique.'"
The carriage continued on its path, crossing Chongshan Gorge until the caravan entered an open area in the mountains where the air was fresh and the scenery pleasant. Lu Tong ordered the team to rest here and prepare lunch.
Everyone got off the carriage to stretch their legs, and Nangong Shuang followed Xiao Zhongyan to wash up by the stream. The cool water washed away their travel fatigue, refreshing their spirits.
"Nangong Shuang, please have a cup of tea," Lu Tong said as he approached with two cups of hot tea.
"Thank you, Brother Lu," Nangong Shuang replied as she took a cup and took a small sip, feeling a fragrant warmth spread through her.
"Thanks to your timely intervention earlier, we were spared from great danger," Lu Tong said sincerely. "May I ask what brings you to Nanshan? If there’s anything I can assist with, please feel free to ask."
Nangong Shuang glanced at Xiao Zhongyan, who nodded slightly, then said, "To be honest, we are heading to a place called Mei Ying Villa."
"Mei Ying Villa?" Lu Tong frowned. "Isn't that place abandoned for many years?"
"Exactly," Nangong Shuang nodded. "My father was acquainted with the owner of the villa and left some medical books there. I am going to retrieve those books."
"I see," Lu Tong said with realization. "Mei Ying Villa is not far from here; we can reach it by noon tomorrow. However, it's in a remote area and has been uninhabited for years; it might be overgrown with weeds. It could be unsafe for you to go there."
"It’s fine; with Xiao Gongzi accompanying me, there won't be any danger," Nangong Shuang smiled.
Lu Tong nodded but seemed hesitant to speak further. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind and said softly, "Miss, I must confess that someone in our caravan is very interested in you."
Nangong Shuang's heart tightened. "Oh? Who is it?"
"My younger brother Lu Ming," Lu Tong pointed to a slender man nearby who was fiddling with painting tools. "He is an artist and wants to capture your beauty on canvas but doesn't dare to ask directly."
Nangong Shuang followed his gaze and saw a young man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in plain clothes. He had a delicate face and was focused on drawing on paper, occasionally glancing over in their direction.
"Has he already started drawing?" Nangong Shuang asked, somewhat surprised.
Lu Tong smiled awkwardly. "Xiao Quan is introverted and not good with words; he is also obsessed with painting. When he saw a lady with such grace, he couldn't help but start sketching secretly for quite some time. I came to inform you so that it wouldn't be seen as an offense."
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