The Favored Heiress-Chapter 788 - 789: You Won’t Have a Problem

Wei Lang didn’t know what kind of medicine this was.

But considering it was stored in the safe in the master bedroom, it must have been priceless.

Even Housekeeper Xiao repeatedly entrusted him with the fact that he could die, but the medicine must not be lost.

Wei Lang almost cursed at that moment, but he didn’t dare.

At this time, as Li Qiao caressed the wax seal and heard about the natural cow bezoar and rhinoceros horn ingredients, she understood that the value of these pills was immeasurable.

Relieved, Wei Lang carefully handed the three brocade boxes to Li Qiao, sighing heavily, "Master, Madam, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave."

Li Qiao handed the brocade boxes to Su Moshi, then hooked Shang Yu’s arm and walked towards the door.

At the same time, around the corner of the two Western-style houses, Xia Siyu spoke on the phone with a low tone, "You can target us in any way you like, but by trying to drag Yun Lih into this, are you even human?"

Not knowing what the other party said, Xia Siyu let out a derisive laugh, "You always think we have wronged you, blaming us for not standing firm. Have you ever thought it might be your own fault?

If Qi Zai didn’t care about you, would she have built a spirit tablet for you, not entering the border for three years? If we didn’t care about you, why haven’t we reunited over the past three years?

Each of us is mourning you in our own way. And what about you? Hiding in Charlman Manor, enjoying your glory and wealth, right?

Xiao Yehui, Boss Xiao, stop deceiving yourself. Ask your heart, which incident didn’t start with you making a move first? Has Qi Zai ever intended to harm you? Have we?"

Your arm was severed, was it because of us? That night, Qi Zai knelt on the ground searching for your body all night long, did you see that?"

You keep saying we have wronged you, but did you ever wonder, if you had left even a slight clue for us over the past three years, things wouldn’t have come to this point?"

Xia Siyu nearly breathlessly vented out her long-hidden feelings.

Her tone was calm, her thoughts clear, but at the moment her words ceased, tears fell like rain.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a very long time.

Xia Siyu cursed him several times more, and just as she was about to hang up, Xiao Yehui’s hoarse voice came through, pausing after each word, "What spirit tablet?"

"You don’t deserve to know." With tears on her face yet eyes sharp as blades, Xia Siyu responded, "Don’t worry, once we get back, six pairs of hands will dig up your grave."

Xia Siyu hung up the phone angrily, feeling much more relieved.

How dare he use Yun Lih to threaten them?

Does he think the other Seven Sons are brainless fools who act on impulse?

Still feeling indignant, Xia Siyu kicked the wall, wiped the tears from her face, and made another call, "Send a notice to Huanxia’s overseas pharmaceutical partners to stop all prescription supply to the Charlman Family’s pharmaceutical factories, effective immediately. The lifting of the ban will be determined later."

"Do as I say, I’ll take responsibility for the losses."

Clearly, the other Six Sons were more or less trying to remain neutral.

It was Xiao Yehui who had personally cut off all possibilities.

...

In the neighboring Western-style house, Yun Lih was half lying on the couch, elbow propped by his side, the other hand holding a cell phone, his voice hoarse and languid, "Remember what I said, don’t be impulsive when taking jobs in the future; train the people from teams one and two well."

To Yun Ling, these words sounded eerily like settling affairs for the afterlife, "Big brother, when will you be coming back?"

Looking at the ceiling above him, Yun Lih lifted the corners of his mouth carelessly, "Wait for the notice."

Before Yun Ling could ask again, he removed the cell phone from his ear.

Yun Lih closed his eyes and exhaled, rolling his Adam’s apple, pressing his palm against his chest, his expression slightly pained.

Sometime later, nearly half-asleep, he heard soft footsteps gradually reaching his ears.

Struggling to open his eyelids, Yun Lih looked at the familiar figure and chuckled, "Kid, you’ve been coming to see me quite a bit these past two days."

It was Li Qiao, holding a small brocade box in her hand.

Li Qiao sat down without a word, took out the medicine pill, crushed the wax seal, and then passed it to Yun Lih’s mouth.

The potent smell of medicine floated around him, Yun Lih sat up straight and looked disdainfully at the black pill in her hand, frowning, "What’s this?"

Li Qiao extended two fingers forward and tilted her chin upwards, the gesture was clear.

Yun Lih pursed his thin lips, his eyes hiding emotions too thick to dissolve, and with a wicked laugh, he grabbed the pill and tossed it into his mouth.

Upon entry, bitterness filled his mouth.

To swallow, Yun Lih didn’t even drink water, slightly tilted his head back, and forcefully chewed and swallowed the pill.

He closed his eyes, his forearm resting on his forehead, his expression subtle, "When will there be a chance for you to accompany me to see the borderlands?"

Li Qiao leaned back, crossed her legs, "Depending on your schedule."

The corner of Yun Lih’s eyes cracked open, staring at Li Qiao’s calm cheek without blinking.

——Do I still have time?

This question, no matter what, he could not ask.

He was Yun Lih, the leader of the Mercenary Group, an assassin who had struggled countless times on the brink of death.

How could he be unaware of the condition of his own body, and how could he not see that everyone was intentionally hiding the truth from him?

No matter how many emotions there were, they couldn’t be expressed, because it was a predicament of his own making.

He had truly underestimated Xiao Yehui’s tactics.

A silent stillness spread between them, Li Qiao turned her head to meet Yun Lih’s gaze, and spoke plainly, "Brother Lih, you won’t have any problems."

Her tone was too calm, even her intonation did not fluctuate.

It was as if she was stating an insignificant trifle.

Yun Lih’s gaze trembled, he closed his eyes to hide the emotions seeping out, and after a long time, he chuckled hoarsely, "Is that so?"

"I could save you eight years ago, and eight years later, I can too."

Yun Lih’s nostrils fluttered, his forearm slid down to his eye sockets, and he turned his face away, refusing to look at Li Qiao again.

She knew it could no longer be concealed.

...

It took less than three minutes before Li Qiao stood up and left.

Yun Lih sat alone on the sofa, his Adam’s apple moving at a completely chaotic frequency.

——Eight years ago, I was able to save you, and eight years later, I surely can too.

Li Qiao...

Outside the bungalow, Shang Yu stood with one hand in his pocket, within sight of Li Qiao.

The autumn wind was slightly cool, and he was wearing thin clothes.

Li Qiao walked over to him with her head down and raised an eyebrow suggestively.

The man glanced at the living room window of the bungalow and gently stroked the top of her head, "Did you tell him?"

"Yeah, but... he already guessed it," Li Qiao put her hand in the man’s palm, walking and talking, "The detox treatment is about to start, it can’t be hidden, so it’s for the better."

Shang Yu led her back to the neighboring house, his thin lips slightly parted, his eyes revealing profound depths, "The boss of the Mercenary Group isn’t so easy to kill."

Li Qiao nodded in agreement without any change in expression, "The Medicine King of Traditional Chinese Medicine himself is involved now; there’s no reason for anything to go wrong."

The man turned to look at her, their eyes met with a smile, "Tomorrow morning, the Parliament Building will be emptied for two hours."

Li Qiao’s brow relaxed, her gaze slightly intense, "Does this renovation project include the Scripture Pavilion?"

"No, the renovations are mainly concentrated in the Parliament Hall."

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