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The cold moonlight shone through the window onto Gao Mo Li's face.

He moved a chair over and sat beside Gao Mo Li, and Lin Chu Yue's legs were resting on the side of the bed as he gradually fell asleep.

Gao Mo Li had already woken up, his pair of enchanting phoenix eyes quietly looked at her: "What, you still want to fight?"

With a faint smile on his lips, Lin Chu Yue walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he left the room, he saw Gao Shi Yuan standing there pitifully with a bandage over his arm, and even though he wanted to walk forward, he withdrew his foot.

Seeing Lin Chu Yue slowly approaching him, Gao Shi Yuan seemed to have made a large decision as she walked forward and asked Gao Mo Li about his injuries, "Little girl, how is the brat doing?"

Glancing at Gao Shi Yuan, Lin Chu Yue really wanted to pry open this old man's brain and see what was inside. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I can't continue my 'strenuous exercise', or else the consequences will be unimaginable."

Although Lin Chu Yue knew that Gao Shi Yuan was sincerely worrying about his son, if this father and son pair were to come into contact again, forget about their Lin Mansion Hall being destroyed, even if the entire Lin Mansion, it was not going to end well for them.

Furthermore, looking at the current state of Gao Mo Li's injuries, even if he were to fight a powerless child, it would only cause his wounds to worsen. On this point, Lin Chu Yue did not try to scare Gao Shi Yuan.

"I know. Last night, this old man drank too much, and I felt wronged just by a moment of wanting to talk to that brat about what happened back then, but he …"

Gao Shi Yuan didn't need to say anything to guess how intense the situation was at that time, "You know your son's character, if you want to take things step by step, it will be counterproductive if you are anxious."

Looking at Gao Shi Yuan's miserable state, Gao Mo Li was really vicious.

"I want to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Old Master, what do you want to eat?"

"Soy Sauce noodles."

… ….

In the kitchen, Lin Chu Yue made two servings of food for Liu Er to carry to Gao Shi Yuan and Gao Mo Li. She also repeatedly instructed Sky Wolf and the Gao Family's secret guards to not let them have any contact with the two of them.

Carrying his backpack, Lin Chu Yue left the Lin Mansion and went to the mountains behind the capital to pick a medicine called Soul-Accumulating Grass. There were none for this medicine, and even if there was one, it would not be new.

With regards to Gao Mo Li's injuries, only the freshest of Soul-Accumulating Grass would be effective, it truly owed them two.

It was a rare sunny day with no clouds in the sky. Lin Chu Yue rode her horse out of the capital on her backpack and headed towards the outskirts of the back mountain to look for the Soul-Accumulating Grass.

What was buried in the grave was his own head. This feeling was very strange!

Due to the heavy snow recently, the mountain road was very difficult to walk on. It was very strenuous to walk with a thick cloak around his body, so Lin Chu Yue could only put the cloak into his backpack.

The entire world was pure and flawless. In this entire silvery white world, it was simply too difficult to find a Soul-Accumulating Grass with a completely white body.

Fortunately, at sunset, she finally found a few Soul-Accumulating Grass in full bloom. Lin Chu Yue's face was completely red. She carefully placed the Soul-Accumulating Grass into her backpack and warmed her hands.

He had to get back to the capital before nightfall. Otherwise, the snowy mountains at night would be very dangerous.

Following along the way they came, Lin Chu Yue finally managed to rush out of China's Capital City at the moment it was dark. But just as she was about to enter the city gates, she was blocked by a small group of refugees.

Creak –

As the city gate closed, Lin Chu Yue and dozens of refugees were trapped outside the gate. The night sky was overcast and snow was falling.

Carrying a backpack, Lin Chu Yue looked up at the cold expressions of the soldiers on the city wall, and her eyes turned cold.

"Mother, I'm cold!" A group of more than thirty refugees were gathered together. A thin, old child trembled as he leaned against the woman. Only a single piece of clothing was left on the woman's body.

"Little Treasure, when the city gates open tomorrow morning, my wife will beg for your food. Endure for one night." The woman held the child, her face red from the cold. The wind and snow blew against her face, causing her eyes to faintly fill with tears.

"Da Zhuang, come and look at Xiao Ling Zi. It seems like she's not breathing."

An old man was carrying a three-year-old little girl, and the little girl's face was so pale that it turned blue.