"Why havenât we seen the Third Young Master?" After finishing their drinks, Yang Ruxin casually asked.
"Momo..." Ming Yu glanced at the table next to theirs and then apologized, "Heâs feeling a bit under the weather, sorry about that."
"Not feeling well, huh." Yang Ruxin smiled, "My master is here, would you like him to take a look at the Third Young Master?"
Ming Yuâs eyes brightened upon hearing this, and he glanced at his wife.
"That would be wonderful, I..." Yong Zi became somewhat excited. After all, itâs well known how hard it is to get Dao Xuzi to lend a hand. He doesnât care who you are; if heâs in a bad mood, he wouldnât even acknowledge the King of Heaven.
"Thank you, madam, but brother Momo is just a bit exhausted and doesnât need a diagnosis; a couple of days of rest will do." At this time, Li Mingyin stood up and spoke shyly and timidly.
The people around had somewhat ambiguous expressions, but Yang Ruxin frowned: "Are you sure, Miss Li?"
Li Mingyinâs smile became gentler and more bashful, but her tone was very firm: "No need."
Ming Yu and Yong Zi both furrowed their brows. Although they knew their youngest son was involved with this fiancĂ©e, wasnât this a bit excessive?
"Mingyin." Yong Ziâs face showed displeasure, "You two..."
"Weâre fine." Li Mingyin glanced at Yong Zi and then lowered her head, looking cautious.
Yong Zi eventually sighed. Although she wasnât very approving of this young daughter-in-law, since her son liked her, she had nothing to say.
"Mother." At this point, Ming Mo walked over, visibly healthy, "I woke up late, sorry about that."
"Third Brother, youâre embarrassing us." Ming Xin made a face from the side.
"Shoo." Ming Mo glared at his sister.
"Since the Third Young Master is fine, all is well." Yang Ruxin smiled as she turned away, though Ming Mo appeared healthy, his eyes couldnât escape her notice, showing shades of blue, a clear sign of overindulgence.
Ming Yu thoughtfully watched Yang Ruxinâs retreating figure but said nothing, continuing to attend to the guests.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, guests began to take their leave.
Yang Ruxin wasnât stingy; those who stayed to help on the mountaintop received a bottle of well water from her space. Although this water couldnât bring back the dead, tests had shown it could improve oneâs constitution, especially effective on old and hidden wounds.
In the Wulin community, with daily exposure to blades and swords, who hasnât been injured? After being injured, most treat themselves or endure it, so generally they have old and hidden wounds. Hence, upon hearing this, everyone was thrilled.
Although no one verified it on the spot, there was no doubt.
Of course, after returning home, some drank to test it and discovered it truly worked. Soon, people began to beg for this potion, and later, it even traded for thousands of gold a bottle, but thatâs a story for another time.
The large hall soon emptied out, leaving Yang Ruxinâs group and Song San.
"Madam, why favor some over others?" Song San approached because he wasnât given any potion.
"Young Master Song, itâs not about favoring some over others; itâs your impure motives." Gu Qingheng directly replied, "For someone eyeing my wife, if I can still treat with courtesy, either I am incompetent or am a fool, but unfortunately, I am neither."