Chapter 213

213 4.37 – My Body – Dangerous Angels

“BOSS!” The kids shouted out in worship the moment they spotted Fei Lan.

This “boy” was the same age as them, but “he” was more knowledgeable and richer than anybody else they knew. There was a small lake in the cave, where they could keep their fish, and grow their plants. Noticing a new addition, they looked at the boy in interest.

“Go, familiarize yourself with them,” Fei Lan motioned for the boy, and walked out of the cave. Though there wasn’t a pendant, she won’t let Bing Shi steal the boy too. Reaching an abandoned forest area, she teleported into a small house’s kitchen. Next door, inside the bedroom, there lay a man with closed eyes. Who would have thought that the prince himself would collapse right before her clinic doors?

Three months ago, Fei Lan did something behind the world story, so that Bing Shi won’t be able to track her down. Under a male’s cover, she took over a bandit’s group; she killed their boss and a few of his lackeys. Obtaining enough force labor, she processed to reconstruct her territory.

At the same time, she was adopted as a “boy” by this small clinic near the city borders. The old man, after seeing her talent, took her in and started to teach her medicine.

If she won’t hurry and do something, Bing Shi will continue expanding her domain. Then, not even this prince would be of any help. Clutching her hands, a cold glint passed by Fei Lan’s violet eyes.

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Current time...

Bing Shi tapped her finger on the table while taking notes with Kuro’s help. Looking out of the window, the shop vendors began to light their lanterns across the whole street. It was noon, and the prince still didn’t arrive.

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‘Did he run out of the medicine?’

To show the heroine’s usefulness as a doctor, the villain male lead suffered from a strange condition. Once a month, Zhao Rong would become useless in combat, thus giving an opportunity for the assassins to ambush him, and the heroine to be his savior. With the help of his medicine, he would wake up in three hours; without it, he would fall asleep for three whole days. Thanks to Mao An’s medical skills, she was able to shorten the time by two hours.

‘Shall I visit the auction house?’

‘Mm. I’ll go tomorrow.’

Bing Shi waited until it was pitch black before calling it a day. Not at all caring that she was stood up, she closed her book, placed a piece of cloth on it and took a nap, letting the night wind blow through the window, she knew there were people watching over her safety from afar. She covered herself with a cloak; it kept her warm and cool, depending on the weather.

‘No matter how powerful he is, or how much fear he brings to people, there will always be someone who’ll go after his life and riches.’

She listened to Zhao Rong’s warning and stayed in the restaurant. She was not going to risk being assassinated or kidnapped on her way to his highness’ mansion, nor anywhere near it.

‘The drama is not worth it.’

[Host, Prince Zhao Rong was lying unconscious in a small clinic before he disappeared.]

‘Ah, am I finally going to be free?’

‘Is she still in the city? How many teleportation scrolls does she have?’

[“Kuro, go inform Hasan to be careful. Tell him to advance to the next stage.”]

[Yes, Host. Are you going to be alright alone?]

[“Of course, nothing will happen in the next few minutes. Everyone is currently keeping themselves busy with the prince.”]

Bing Shi wondered why would Fei Lan go after Zhao Rong instead of Cheng Young. Was Fei Lan planning to hinder her plans, without realizing that she was doing her a huge favor? Well, she did give out a wrong impression by being a courtesan who grabbed his highness’ attention. Nevermind, at least she got a glimpse of Fei Lan’s process of thinking...

Sitting on the high bench, her head rested on the table. As she dangled her legs in the air, the pointed shoes fell from her feet. Her ankles were free from any ornaments, for it would remind her of the shackles in the past. She needed her legs to be free, her clothing decent, her hair and nails, clean...

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?You can’t deny the fact that people will judge you by the way you look. However, you can take it to your advantage and influence the responses of the people around you.?

-Bing Shi

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A stream of water was dark blue under the shadows of the trees, and pale under the twilight. Coming from the bushes, the crickets created a chirping backdrop sound to the steady hooves and snorts of air.

On the road, an autumn breeze stirred his blond hair, tousling it into buoyant waves. He held the reins to guide his horse leathered in sweat, towards the river.

His dark-grey horse was bred primarily for long distances. Far from warhorses, these types of breeds couldn’t be too tall or too heavy; they had to be calm with good temperament as they needed to keep on going no matter what he threw at them.

He watched how a white snake dashed away, after it bashfully waved its tail at baby Shiro, entirely ignoring his existence, “...”

He knew that Bing Shi developed Kuro’s character from scratch as comic relief for her entertainment. Their teamwork was truly praiseworthy, but the disrespect it held towards him was odd. Whose doing it would be if not that boys’?

Fortunately, it’s as if his soul didn’t want to make Bing Shi worry; he passed through all her tests. In Bing Shi’s presence, to gain her trust, he became “a new” Xuan Mu.

Among all the lifetimes, Xuan Mu had the broadest knowledge, while Ziek was most efficient in technology and supernatural things, taking full ownership of it. In these past three months it was the twenty-one and twenty-four years old him that worked with Kuro to create baby Shiro, manifesting their presence, carving themselves into Bing Shi’s heart.