Chapter 12: Family Feud: Don't Panic!

After all, although An Mujin was unfavored in the An family, Qing'er had always been the one looking after her; as for laundry and cooking, An Mujin was completely clueless.

However, what surprised Qing'er was often more than what she had expected in her heart.

"No need, I can do it." An Mujin crouched beside the stove made of stacked firewood, methodically pouring water into the pot.

Because she was crouching, her long robes spread out across the ground, yet she did not mind the dirt. As if finding the crouching position tiring, she simply sat down directly on the floor.

From Qing'er's perspective, she could clearly see An Mujin's serious expression.

Those long eyelashes remained motionless, and even An Mujin's eyes, which usually held a constant air of indifference, carried a hint of earnestness.

Feeling a surge of emotion, Qing'er felt a lump in her throat; the words she wanted to say were suddenly stuck, unable to leave her mouth.

She could only watch An Mujin's silhouette in silence, without making a sound...

An Mujin placed the pot over the burning fire, but there was only water in the pot and no medicinal ingredients, which inevitably gave An Mujin a massive headache.

For an unfavored legitimate daughter like her, living in a woodshed, trying to find medicine here was nothing short of wishful thinking.

Thus, An Mujin quickly abandoned the idea of searching for medicine in the woodshed.

She pondered slightly, thinking that Qing'er's injury only needed a slight adjustment to achieve a full recovery.

Reaching out, An Mujin quietly closed her eyes and then opened them; some medicinal herbs from an unknown source were now lying quietly in the palm of her hand.

Without a second thought, An Mujin crushed the herbs and threw them into the pot to decoct.

That was one of the special abilities of a Wood-element ability user; no matter what the medicine was, as long as she wanted it, she could obtain it with ease.

However, precisely because this body was not as strong as her previous life, she couldn't help but feel a bit fatigued when using even this small amount of spiritual power.

Once she had finished preparing the medicine, she simply sat on the ground and refused to get up, treating it as a period of quiet rest!

*Crash—*

An Mujin had been sitting on the ground with her eyes closed for only a few minutes when the sound of something smashing came from outside.

Even Qing'er, who had just fallen asleep, was startled awake by the crashing sound.

"Miss!" Qing'er sat up from the bed in terror. She looked into An Mujin's eyes, filled with unease.

It must be the Third Young Lady returning; she knew it—the Third Young Lady would not let Miss go so easily.