Chapter 11: A Wandering Expert?

However, the official road was silent; where could that flash of white shadow possibly be?

"Don't let me catch you, or you'll regret it," Feng Qingcheng said coldly. She was about to turn back when, just as she pivoted, a parcel flew toward her from the distance at high speed. The force and velocity were absolutely no match for her own skills.

Feng Qingcheng caught the parcel accurately. After confirming it contained no hidden weapons or poisonous powders, she opened it. To her surprise, inside was a jade bracelet, green throughout. Holding it in her hand, she felt a refreshing coolness that seeped into her heart; it was clearly a priceless treasure at first glance.

But she wondered why that person would give such a valuable item to her.

After confirming that the person had long since departed, Feng Qingcheng tucked the bracelet into her robes. It was a good item, after all; it would be a waste not to take it. As for his motive, since she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't waste her energy thinking about it. In her view, since that person had appeared at the Feng residence twice, he would likely come again.

Upon returning to Lanyue Pavilion, Xin'er had already cleaned the entire place. In truth, it didn't need cleaning; it was spotless. Even though no one had lived here for over a decade, Prime Minister Feng had people tidy it up meticulously every single day.

To put it bluntly, Feng Qingcheng’s mother was his greatest love. Even though he had taken three wives and several concubines into his home, she was the only one he had ever loved from beginning to end. This was the reason why Lanyue Pavilion had remained vacant all these years. No wonder the Second Madam had rushed over to stop Feng Qingcheng from living here, even while ill.

If the small courtyard Feng Qingcheng had lived in previously was the worst house in the Feng residence, then this was the best. The marble-paved floor shimmered with a faint luster, and the courtyard was filled with lush greenery and the fragrance of flowers.

Many flowers bloomed here, as brilliant as flowing clouds and as colorful as rainbows. When they blossomed under the sunlight, they possessed a beauty that could topple cities. It was said that Feng Qingcheng’s mother had loved these flowers most in her lifetime. The flowers were named "Qingcheng," and Feng Qingcheng’s name likely originated from them.

After settling into Lanyue Pavilion, Feng Qingcheng used illness as an excuse to stay behind closed doors. During the day, she still quietly went to the medical clinic to busy herself with the opening preparations. To her surprise, the wandering expert who had come to the residence to treat her that day had actually arrived at her clinic to apply for a job as the resident physician.

Feng Qingcheng was actually curious about whether he could cure the strange illnesses of the Second Madam and the others, so she made an exception and kept him on without an examination. That man was also very strange; he demanded to live in a separate room, required a private room for consultations, and asked for a salary ten times higher than the other doctors.

Feng Qingcheng agreed without a second thought. Such arrogance and boldness were not something everyone possessed. The man said his name was Liruo.

"Why do you have such a strange name?" Feng Qingcheng asked.

"Isn't the name 'Shi Wushuang' also very strange? It doesn't suit you at all," Liruo said indifferently. His white robes fluttered with the wind, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air. Yet, he never took off the bamboo hat on his head. In his own words, he was very ugly and not fit to be seen.

Feng Qingcheng shrugged; she wasn't interested in that. Once the clinic opened, her priority was to find the person who had detoxified her and marry him. She suddenly missed the bright moonlight of the night she had transmigrated, that enchanting and peerless face, and, of course, his broad, solid, and warm chest.

Ten days later, the clinic, hung with the sign "Wushuang Medical Clinic," officially opened. On that day, the sound of firecrackers in the capital lasted for a full hour. Combined with the flyers distributed throughout the streets and alleys, the entire capital knew of the clinic's opening, drawing a large crowd of onlookers.

Feng Qingcheng left all matters to Manager Liu, standing by the second-floor window, watching everything coldly. After several days of testing, she trusted that the doctors in her clinic could handle things on their own. She didn't need to intervene personally for the time being; unless there was an illness they couldn't cure, she was essentially free to idle.

Moreover, she wasn't the only one idling. As she stood by the window, another person stood beside her unhurriedly, still dressed in white with a bamboo hat covering his entire face. Yet, the two seemed strangely harmonious on him.

"You aren't downstairs seeing patients; what are you doing up here?" Feng Qingcheng snorted coldly. She prided herself on being able to read everyone's thoughts, but she could not read this man's. It was as if a fog floated around him, and she remained outside that mist.

"I am a dignified wandering expert. To treat those trivial, stale ailments—wouldn't that be an insult to my wisdom?" Liruo scoffed.

"Why don't you show your true face? Are you very ugly?" No longer dwelling on the previous topic, Feng Qingcheng asked out of sudden curiosity. This was the first thing she had been curious about since arriving in this ancient era.

"Does that have anything to do with you? Aren't there some people who also don't show their true faces?" Liruo said indifferently, his emotions unreadable.