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"Just a slight reputation, that's all." Nangong Shuang did not wish to elaborate further and instead asked, "Brother Lu, it is not suitable to linger here. When can we continue our journey?"
"We can leave immediately," Lu Tong replied decisively. "But those unconscious Mountain Bandits..."
"It doesn't matter. They will be asleep for at most a day and will not 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 amazed by Nangong Shuang's methods.
The caravan reorganized and continued on its way. Nangong Shuang returned to the carriage and found Xiao Zhongyan smiling at her.
"Why are you laughing, 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; it truly deserves admiration."
Nangong Shuang humbly replied, "It's just a little knowledge I've recently acquired. But that Yang Zhe Shou actually recognized the Nangong Family's Plum Blossom Mark and knew about the title 'Cold Poison Saint.' It's quite strange."
"Indeed, it is odd," Xiao Zhongyan said with a frown. "Though the Nangong Family was once prominent, ordinary Mountain Bandits shouldn't know so much about it or fear it so greatly. Could this person have another identity?"
"Perhaps," Nangong Shuang pondered. "But thinking about it now is of no use. We must first reach Mei Ying Villa and find the 'Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique.'"
The carriage continued onward, 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 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 sipped it lightly, feeling a fragrant warmth fill her heart.
"Thanks to you for your timely intervention earlier; otherwise, we would have been in grave danger," Lu Tong said sincerely. "May I ask what brings you to Nanshan? If there is 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 headed to a place called Mei Ying Villa."
"Mei Ying Villa?" Lu Tong frowned slightly. "Isn't that place abandoned for many years?"
"Exactly," Nangong Shuang confirmed with a nod. "My father was acquainted with the owner of the villa and left some medical books there. I am going there to retrieve those books."
"I see," Lu Tong said with realization. "Mei Ying Villa is not far from here; we should arrive by noon tomorrow. However, it's quite remote and has been uninhabited for years; it may be overgrown with weeds, making it unsafe for you to go alone."
"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 appeared to make up his mind and said softly, "Miss, I must confess that someone in our caravan is quite 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 his painting tools. "He is an artist and wishes 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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