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Nangong Shuang nodded, turned to leave, but was called back by Xiao Zhongyan.
"Wait," he said, taking out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handing it to her. "This is a homemade ointment for wounds; it will be effective for the injury on your left shoulder. Apply it once a day, and you will recover in three days."
Nangong Shuang accepted the bottle with a slight smile. "Thank you."
Xiao Zhongyan looked at her deeply for a moment before cupping his fists in farewell. Nangong Shuang watched him leave until his figure disappeared into the night before turning to enter the Guo Residence.
Back in her room, Qiao Er had been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing Nangong Shuang return, she rushed forward. "Miss, you’re back! I was so worried!"
Noticing the slight swelling on Nangong Shuang's left shoulder, Qiao Er exclaimed, "Miss, are you injured?!"
Nangong Shuang shook her head reassuringly. "It's just a minor injury; it's nothing serious."
She briefly recounted her encounter in the medicinal herb garden to Qiao Er, including the three assassins from Shadow Pavilion and Xiao Zhongyan's timely rescue.
Qiao Er's expression turned serious upon hearing this. "Shadow Pavilion?! That's the most mysterious assassin organization in the capital! They say they always strike blood and never miss. It’s so dangerous that you encountered them!"
Nangong Shuang nodded. "It seems there is indeed a larger conspiracy behind the Nangong Family case. Shadow Pavilion is not something ordinary people can summon; the mastermind must hold significant power."
Qiao Er helped Nangong Shuang remove her outer garment and examined her left shoulder. The area was already bruised, but fortunately, it was just an external injury without damage to the muscles or bones.
"Xiao Gongzi gave me a bottle of ointment," Nangong Shuang said as she took out the small porcelain bottle. "Please help me apply it."
Qiao Er took the bottle, opened the cap, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. She scooped some ointment and gently applied it to Nangong Shuang's shoulder. The ointment absorbed into her skin, bringing a refreshing coolness that seemed to lighten the bruise.
"This is great medicine!" Qiao Er exclaimed. "The Xiao Family truly has exceptional medical skills."
Nangong Shuang recalled the packet of Hua Shi Fen that Xiao Zhongyan had used and couldn't help but smile wryly. "The Xiao Family is not only skilled in medicine but also in poisons."
After helping Nangong Shuang change and freshen up, Qiao Er asked, "Miss, are you going to Bai Lu Guan tomorrow? Do you need me to accompany you?"
Nangong Shuang thought for a moment before nodding. "Let's go together; it’s good to have someone to look after me. But we need to disguise ourselves to avoid drawing attention."
Qiao Er readily agreed, helping Nangong Shuang adjust her bedding before stepping out of the room. Alone in bed, Nangong Shuang reflected on the day's events: the assassins from Shadow Pavilion, Xiao Zhongyan's rescue, the mystery of the Plum Blossom Mark and Royal Bloodline, and the upcoming meeting at Mei Garden in three days... All these matters tangled together like a ball of yarn, making it difficult for her to sort through them.
However, one thing became increasingly clear: the Plum Blossom Birthmark on her wrist was no ordinary birthmark but rather a symbol of some identity connected to royalty!
Rubbing her tired eyes, Nangong Shuang decided to rest for the night and seek answers at Bai Lu Guan tomorrow. She gently touched her Plum Blossom Birthmark, feeling both anticipation and unease. What secrets did this mark she had carried since birth hold? And what shocking truth awaited her regarding her true identity?
With these questions lingering in her mind, Nangong Shuang gradually drifted into sleep. In her dreams, she seemed to see a hazy figure dressed in a magnificent dragon robe; their face was shrouded in mist except for a pair of loving eyes that quietly gazed at her...
The next morning, Nangong Shuang woke up early. After a quick wash and tidy-up, she prepared to leave with Qiao Er. Both donned plain cotton clothes and hats that made them look like ordinary maids.
"Miss, should we greet Madam Guo?" Qiao Er asked.
Nangong Shuang shook her head. "There's no need to alarm them. We'll be back soon; we can return before dark. If anyone asks, just say that I'm unwell and resting in my room."
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