Chapter 5: Golden Dragon Jade Pendant

He stood there so casually, yet seemed like a monarch ruling over all creation—solitary and independent, radiating a domineering aura that looked down upon heaven and earth.

At this moment, his eyes half-narrowed, one hand propping up his chin, he gazed at Yun Tingruo with a wicked, alluring expression.

Sensual lips curved with a playful smile; a pair of soul-stealing eyes blinked several times at Yun Tingruo.

"So pretty—! Are you a fairy sister?"

Yun Tingruo glanced at the man, rolling her eyes indecorously in secret.

Yet the words she spoke carried a thoroughly childish innocence.

Those eyes blinked.

Like a naive, innocent little child.

This man was completely unfamiliar to her; her memories held not a shred of information about this bewitchingly beautiful man.

Better to have as little contact as possible.

Di Liushang's mouth twitched. Fairy sister?

Where in him looked like a woman!

Where did he look like a woman!

He was certain—this Fourth Miss was doing it on purpose.

Was this really a seven-year-old little girl?

A smile curved Di Liushang's lips as he leaned lazily to the side, looking back with a smile: "Little Bean Sprout, you're really interesting."

Damn it, this guy... his smile is blinding.

Yun Tingruo rubbed her little eyes.

When she opened them again, she clearly wore a bewildered expression: "Fairy sister, what did you say? I don't understand..."

Di Liushang leaned forward, his suspicious phoenix eyes fixed tightly on Yun Tingruo.

How could he not know that this Little Bean Sprout was the infamous idiot Fourth Miss of the Chancellor's Manor.

The Chancellor's Fourth Miss—her reputation shook the entire Wind Nation.

Rumors outside said she was both stupid and dull, ranking number one on the capital's hot topics—the Idiot Fourth Miss.

But no matter how he looked at it, he felt this seven-year-old little girl was not simple at all.

The little girl before him had a slightly sallow complexion.

Her frame was also frail.

Her clothes didn't seem worn on her body.

They seemed hung on her body.

A timid, shrinking appearance.

Where was the composed, confident look from just now?

Could it be... his eyes were playing tricks on him?

Yun Tingruo shrank her neck slightly, seeming a bit scared: "Fairy sister, you're drooling."

"Hahaha, I won't eat you..."

Di Liushang laughed.

Yun Tingruo momentarily felt dazzled; the man before her seemed to have drifted from ten thousand peach blossoms, beautiful enough to steal one's breath.

The world actually contained such a city-toppling man.

In that single moment of distraction, the man before her reached out his hand.

Yun Tingruo's body moved instinctively.

Her wrist flipped, striking toward Di Liushang's abdomen.

The moment she struck, Yun Tingruo regretted it.

She saw the man's astonishment as he easily dodged her move.

Looking at the small frame before him, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

Quite the Little Bean Sprout.

She really was pretending!

What exactly was going on?

Di Liushang's eyes narrowed.

However, although her momentum was strong, her internal force was insufficient.

Qi too weak, body too frail, lacking ten layers of domineering aura.

"Little Bean Sprout, you still want to deceive me!" Di Liushang waved a finger before her eyes.

That smile, in Yun Tingruo's eyes.

However she looked at it, it begged for a beating.

One misstep brings eternal regret—she had just reacted instinctively, never expecting to expose herself so easily.

It seemed she would need to be even more careful in the future.

Seeing the annoyed expression on Little Bean Sprout's face, Di Liushang found it highly amusing.

But the next second, Di Liushang's peach blossom eyes scanned Yun Tingruo's entire body up and down, his venomous tongue moving: "Little Bean Sprout, even giving you ten moves, you're not worth watching."

Yun Tingruo's attack just now had been entirely under Di Liushang's eyelids.

Naturally, he knew she had only exerted one layer of her skill.

Yet lacked eighty percent of the power, and the remaining two parts also lacked several degrees of momentum.

"Continue." Since Yun Tingruo knew she was exposed, she stopped being coy.

She was very dissatisfied with this body.

Even her roar came out milky and childish.

Let alone a one-move kill!

Her two hands waved continuously.

The small frame seemed to contain endless power.

But unexpectedly, Di Liushang merely waved his hand, dissolving all her moves into nothing.

"Damn it." Yun Tingruo's pupils shrank slightly.

Think of her—raised by the organization since childhood, thrown into deep mountains and old forests at five, living alongside wild beasts, escaping death time and again.

She was the standout among the 20 survivors out of 20,000 people.

At twelve, she had already claimed a top-ten spot on the assassin rankings.

At fifteen, three divine needles for acupuncture and meridian treatment, a pair of miraculous hands that cured all ills, unfathomable medical skills.

She was the King of Assassins, the Genius Ghost Doctor—Yun Tingruo.

How could she be so miserable as to transmigrate into a seven-year-old idiot's body.

Yun Tingruo's gaze turned sharp as a knife, instantly replaced by a cold severity carrying killing intent, dazzling and soul-shaking, cold and awe-inspiring!

This was what she would not allow.

A body in plain white, unable to conceal a strong soul.

Wrist moving, five fingers closing together, tearing through the air current, locking toward Di Liushang's throat.

If it were her former body, this move would be effortless.

But this current body was too weak, like a sickly invalid.

The slightest movement caused old and new injuries throughout her body to flare in pain.

Cold sweat streamed down.

Yun Tingruo's body went limp, unable to help bending at the waist.

Her eyes darkened.

Di Liushang's expression sank; he reached out and caught Yun Tingruo straight into his arms.

Holding her like this...

He felt the little girl in his arms was so light.

Like cotton.

His hand ached slightly from the searing heat of Yun Tingruo's parched body.

Di Liushang blanked for a second—no matter what, this Fourth Miss was the Chancellor's Manor's legitimate daughter.

And the only granddaughter of the Great General's Manor.

How could her body be this frail?

"Little Bean Sprout, are you alright?"

Yun Tingruo shoved him away; despite the pain wracking her body, she endured without crying out.

Relying on this body's memories, she moved her steps toward a cabinet, taking out a bottle of ointment from inside.

Just as she tried to open it, it was snatched by the person behind her.

"Maca ointment—this medicine even beggars wouldn't use, yet you treat it like treasure."

Di Liushang examined the ointment in his hand, his tone carrying innate arrogance.

Yun Tingruo didn't understand ancient ointments, but she only knew this bottle treated all the original owner's large and small injuries.

And it was the only bottle of ointment.

Shen Biqiu never cared about the injuries on her body, and her monthly allowance had long been embezzled by those old matrons—what reached her hands was pitifully little.

So this medicine even beggars wouldn't use was naturally a precious thing in Yun Tingruo's eyes.

"What's it to you."

Yun Tingruo reached to take it back, but Di Liushang's beautiful fingers moved.

The ointment in his hand flew straight out.

Landing in the dense branches of that tree.

A faint rustling sound.

Clearly entered Yun Tingruo's ears.

She was angry—what right did this man have to throw other people's things.

But her fierce, glaring expression, in Di Liushang's eyes, was completely an adorable Little Bean Sprout.

Di Liushang swiftly pulled a jade pendant from his waist—gold thread wound around it, a small golden dragon inlaid in the center, exquisite workmanship, incomparably magnificent.

"Can this jade pendant compensate for your ointment?"

What did he mean, money burning a hole in his pocket?

Although Yun Tingruo didn't understand ancient currency.

She was still someone who recognized quality.

One look told her this jade pendant was extremely valuable.

Could buy hundreds of thousands of times that ointment.

Yun Tingruo pushed his hand away, blocking it: "Not needed."

For a killer, whether vigilance or wariness, neither could be relaxed toward someone met for the first time.

Moreover, this body had not a shred of memory regarding this person.

Di Liushang's hand pressed down, gently curling her fingers into a fist and pushing it back.

"Wind Nation men never take back what they've given."

Yun Tingruo's delicate brows lifted slightly, just about to refuse.