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"Just seeking medical advice," Nan Gong Shuang replied with an indifferent expression, though a fleeting glimmer of coldness flashed in her eyes. "I have heard that the medical skills in the capital are exceptional, and I wish to find some rare herbs."
"What kind of herbs are you looking for, Miss? I have some connections in the capital and may be able to assist," Shen Hongyuan said enthusiastically.
Nan Gong Shuang shook her head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I will find them myself." With that, she turned and left.
"Miss Nan Gong Shuang, please wait!" The young lady from the Shen Residence hurried after her, handing over an exquisite jade pendant. "This is my token. If you ever need anything in the future, you can use this to find me at the Shen Residence."
Nan Gong Shuang paused slightly, accepting the pendant. "Thank you, Miss."
Back in her carriage, Nan Gong Shuang lifted the curtain and gazed at the towering city walls of the capital, her expression gradually sharpening like a blade.
"Nan Gong Shuang is dead; what has returned is Nan Gong Shuang," she murmured softly, her voice as cold as winter's ice.
"Let’s go; we’re entering the city."
The carriage slowly drove through the city gates, merging into the bustling crowd.
Once inside the city, Nan Gong Shuang first settled into an inn.
"Miss, how about this room?" The innkeeper opened the door and introduced it eagerly. "This is our best room—clean and spacious, with a great view of the capital."
The room was indeed nice; the window faced the busiest street in the city, and in the distance, one could even see the outline of the palace.
"I'll take this one," Nan Gong Shuang nodded, handing a few coins to the innkeeper. "Is there any news lately?"
The innkeeper's eyes brightened. "You must be from out of town! Things have been lively in our capital! Tomorrow at the Execution Ground, several criminals will be executed for stealing military funds—it's a major case!"
Nan Gong Shuang's expression remained unchanged. "Oh? Who would dare steal military funds?"
"I heard it was a few servants from fallen noble families taking the blame for their masters," the innkeeper lowered his voice. "Such cases are never simple; there must be significant figures behind it."
Nan Gong Shuang's gaze flickered. "Which families do these servants belong to?"
"I'm not sure about that," the innkeeper shook his head. "I only heard that one old man claimed he was wronged until his death, saying something about evidence related to a 'Plum' character..."
"Plum?" Nan Gong Shuang's fingers unconsciously brushed over her left wrist where the Plum Blossom Mark was located.
"Yes, something like 'Mei Ying Bu San' or something—who knows?" The innkeeper shrugged dismissively. "If you're interested, you can go to the Execution Ground tomorrow. Such major cases are personally overseen by Censor."
"Who is this Censor?"
"His surname is Zheng. I've heard he’s recently favored by the Emperor and might be promoted soon!"
Nan Gong Shuang nodded slightly. "Thank you for letting me know."
After the waiter withdrew, she took out a small wooden box and opened it to reveal neatly arranged silver needles and medicine bottles inside. Skillfully, she selected several herbs and ground them in a small bowl.
"Since there is such a good opportunity tomorrow, I might as well take a look," she murmured softly, a glint of cold light flashing in her eyes. "Zheng Yushi... it has been ten years; I wonder if you still remember the blood debts of the Nangong Family?"
Outside the window, the sun was setting, casting its afterglow on her stern face, adding a touch of melancholy.
As night deepened, Nan Gong Shuang showed no signs of fatigue. She sat by the window, reading an old medical book by candlelight. The pages were yellowed, with singed corners that clearly indicated it had survived a great fire. This was the only remaining medical book of the Nangong Family, accompanying her through ten years of exile.
"The third form of Hui Yang Tui Mai Fa saved that noblewoman but also exposed my identity," she muttered to herself. "I wonder if the imperial physician has grown suspicious and will report it upward."
Just as she was pondering, a faint sound came from outside the window. Nan Gong Shuang's expression remained unchanged as her right hand quietly grasped the silver needle on the table. The footsteps paused outside the door, followed by a gentle knock.
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