Chapter 102: If Young Master He Isn’t Here, Who Is She Going to Break the Engagement With?

Mo Yuyan felt as if she was hallucinating.

In her final moments of consciousness, she had seen inhuman features on He Yimo’s face.

But when she woke the next day, she saw a white-robed boy holding a basin of water by her bed.

The boy looked sunny and bright, with morning sunlight warming his cheeks. There were no demonic features from her nightmare—only gentle concern in his clear, tender eyes.

“Senior Sister, you’re awake?”

He Yimo smiled gently.

Mo Yuyan blinked, realizing she was lying flat in the bedroom, wrapped in quilts.

She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hit her, as if she had been comatose for an entire day and night.

Leaning against the headboard, Mo Yuyan’s beautiful eyes were still dazed.

Just as she was trying to recall what happened, the towel draped across her chest slipped.

Awkwardly…

The towel had been resting perfectly between her prominent cleavage.

“Senior Sister…”

“You passed out suddenly last night, and your body was ice-cold, so I heated some water and used a towel to warm you up.”

He Yimo explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Mo Yuyan nodded and took the towel off her chest.

At the same time, He Yimo held up the basin, gesturing for her to drop it in.

“Thank you for your concern. The chills are just due to my constitution; nothing to worry about.”

Mo Yuyan sighed helplessly.

As the Sword Chief, it was utterly embarrassing to faint while helping a junior brother cultivate.

Thinking this, she threw off the covers, trying to sit up—

“My body feels… lighter than last night?”

As a heaven-blessed sword prodigy, Mo Yuyan was strictly self-disciplined, even noticing minor weight fluctuations.

Clearly, this morning, she could feel that her previously depleted spiritual energy had fully recovered.

“Senior Sister, you haven’t drunk your medicine yet.”

At some point, the white-robed boy by her bed spoke calmly.

Mo Yuyan turned, confused, and met his innocently kind gaze under the morning light.

For a moment, she saw blood-red scales flickering across his face again.

Mo Yuyan froze, her heart racing, breath quickening.

“Senior Sister, your body isn’t fully healed yet. Don’t make any big movements. Drink this medicine while it’s still warm.”

He Yimo sensed her unease but acted as if nothing was wrong.

Mo Yuyan rubbed her temples, her eyes puzzled:

“Medicine?”

“Yes. A tonic to replenish your yin and qi. You passed out because your body was overwrought.”

He Yimo spoke with a straight face, holding up the bowl of medicine and stirring it gently.

His unnatural calm made the groggy Mo Yuyan feel disoriented.

It was as if something drastic had happened to him while she was unconscious.

“When did you learn to brew medicine?”

Mo Yuyan doubted it, but considering his good intentions, she sat back up.

She took the bowl, examining it under the morning sun. But as a breeze blew past, she caught a faint, fragrant spiritual energy in the brew.

“My Little Aunt taught me back at the Grand Tutor’s mansion.”

He Yimo pursed his lips, continuing his lie.

Mo Yuyan raised an eyebrow, then asked: “What did you use to brew it? And there are no alchemy cauldrons on Soot-Stained Peak…”

“You don’t need a special cauldron. I just grabbed a pot from the kitchen and used spiritual fire.”

He Yimo said dismissively, then formed a black-red flame between his fingers.

In an instant, Mo Yuyano felt the sudden heat in the air, along with the rich spiritual scent spreading through the room.

At the same time, he added:

“As for the herbs, I used powder refined from the Nine-Colored Deer’s antler. That’s a specialty of the North Snow Village—perfect for Senior Sister’s cold-deficient constitution.”

“Nine-Colored Deer antler?”

Thinking of the silly little deer, Mo Yuyan shuddered.

But before she could speak, He Yimo quickly reassured her:

“Don’t worry. I found this antler while investigating in the North Snow Village—I didn’t saw it off Wangxue’s head.”

“Mn…”

Mo Yuyan finally relaxed.

Honestly, she had been too suspicious of He Yimo. To think she’d worry about him spiking her medicine, especially after she had already come to admire him.

Mo Yuyan sighed, drank the medicine in one go.

Growing up with herbal remedies, she had always associated medicine with bitterness.

But to her surprise, He Yimo’s brew was actually sweet.

“Sweet?”

An eyebrow raised—her lifelong impression of Chinese medicine was shattered.

This world actually has sweet-tasting medicine?

“Because I added brown sugar…”

He Yimo answered naturally.

Mo Yuyan handed back the bowl and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth spread through her stomach.

The nutrients and spiritual energy slowly diffused, a gentle heat spreading throughout her body.

“Not bad.”

Mo Yuyan rubbed her warm abdomen, lips curling into a faint smile.

She turned back, curious:

“Never took you for the type to be so caring, Young Master He.”

“What can I do? My Little Aunt gets stomach cramps every month. She used to brew her own medicine, until one day I found her doubled over in pain. So she gave me a recipe—now, whenever she’s in pain, I brew her this special brown sugar herbal water, and it always helps…”

“?”

Mo Yuyan froze, her smile stiffening.

No wonder her stomach felt so warm, even tingling with heat.

“Senior Sister, is something wrong with the medicine?”

He Yimo blinked innocently.

Mo Yuyan didn’t know how to respond. She wanted to say he had mixed up the recipe, but she had to admit—she felt much better.

Forget what the medicine was for—just how good it felt!

“It’s fine. Very comfortable…”

Mo Yuyano sighed, as if the warm medicine had already taken effect. Normally cool, pale skin now had a rosy tint.

The effects were strong, making her imagine just how intense her aunt’s cramps must have been.

Just as the two shared a warm moment—

“Senior Sister Mo! Junior Brother He!”

A girl’s voice called from the courtyard.

“The investigation of the back mountain is complete!”

“The Sect Master will publicly commend Junior Brother He for his great contribution today!”

***

“A-tchoo!”

The fox-eared girl, Luan Xinyao, sneezed as she basked in the sun.

The sneeze made her abdomen cramp painfully.

“Ugh, it hurts…”

“Why hasn’t it come out yet? How much longer does this have to drag on…”

Luan Xinyao bent over, clutching her stomach, her face flushed, groaning in discomfort.

She instinctively wanted to shout “He Yimo!”—to have her nephew bring her a bowl of hot brown sugar water.

But then she remembered—he wasn’t here anymore.

“Tsk…”

“It only stops hurting after I drink the medicine, then starts hurting again once it cools down. How long are these eggs going to get stuck?!”

“That ungrateful brat He Yimo!”

“I told him to write home after the Xizhou City incident! He stole my pills and ran off without even thinking about it!”

The more Luan Xinyao thought about him, the angrier she got—and the more her abdomen cramped.

Just as she was drenched in sweat from the pain—

A hurried discussion from outside the garden reached her ears:

“Quick! Don’t just stand there!”

“That carriage outside belongs to Miss Ruoning from the Liu family—she’s come to visit in person!”

“I heard Miss Ruoning just broke through to Golden Core! She’s here to discuss the engagement with the Seventh Young Master!”

“Don’t even get me started! I heard she won the Liuli Banquet in Jiangnan! Even the Imperial Tutor himself wants to take her as a disciple!”

“But why is she visiting now, of all times…”

“Do you think she’s here to break the engagement?”

The maids talked excitedly.

When the topic turned to the marriage, they exchanged uneasy glances, clearly hesitant to comment.

But then—

“Wasn’t the Seventh Young Master taken away by that Mo Immortal a month ago?”

“She wants to break the engagement, but the young master isn’t even here!”