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"How could this medicine possibly have a taste? Wouldn't that raise suspicion?" Lin Sheng held the medicine, staring at Yan Kongyue for a full hour. Finally, he slapped his thigh, stood up, and walked away.
"Master, what time is your flight?"
"I only managed to get an afternoon ticket." Jiang Laoshengyi, wearing a pair of reading glasses, was examining the notes Lin Sheng had given him.
"Master, let me pour you some tea." Lin Sheng offered a cup to his master.
"Just put it down!"
"Who are you taking with you?" Lin Sheng pushed the teacup forward again.
"I want Jiang Mo to accompany me!" The Jiang family was a lineage of traditional Chinese medicine; their skills were naturally passed down, but few had the talent. Lin Sheng was the only officially recognized disciple.
"Oh, why not bring a few more people along?"
"Why are you so talkative today?"
Seeing his master looking at him, Lin Sheng quickly shoved the teacup into the old man's hands. The old man didn't think much of it and took a sip.
"A Sheng, you're here!"
"Brother Mo, have you booked the tickets?"
"Yeah, I said I'd wait to book them, but he insisted!" The eldest brother Jiang Mo nodded toward the old man; he didn't want to go home either.
"The family is so arrogant; they don't think much of us from these lineages. They just want to trample us underfoot at any moment. They don't even bother with pleasantries. If it weren't for the Divine Healer Family's reputation..."
"What were you going to say? Cough cough cough..." Before Jiang Laotou could finish his sentence, he started coughing violently, followed by spitting phlegm, struggling to catch his breath.
"Grandpa!"
"Master!"
The two rushed to check the old man's pulse simultaneously.
"It was fine just now; how did it get so chaotic all of a sudden?"
"Yeah, how come we can't even diagnose the symptoms?" Lin Sheng began to panic as well.
Meanwhile, Yan Kongyue was playing chess with Lin Old Man.
"Hey, Yue, where were you just now? You seemed to be absent!"
"Of course! How else could I win against you? Hahaha!"
"This kid, I wondered why I kept losing!"
Grandfather Lin Lie walked in with a light step, a rare smile on his face.
"Grandson, Zheng, come settle this! Yue is cheating!"
"Grandfather, Yan Kongyue is still young; you should let her win a bit."
"Oh dear, you all are so biased!"
"Grandfather, Yan Kongyue has some news and some not-so-great news. Which one do you want to hear?"
"Let's hear the news first!" Yan Kongyue jumped in eagerly.
Old Man Lin had intended to share the not-so-great news first, but since Yan Kongyue had already spoken, he kept quiet and shot an annoyed glance at Lin Lie.
"The news about the ancient tomb accidentally leaked out. Several parties interested in bidding for that piece of land have already withdrawn half of their bids."
"Well, that is indeed some news!" Old Man Lin stroked his beard and cast a fond glance at Yan Kongyue.
"And the not-so-great news?"
"My family has come to Beijing!"
"Do you know why?"
Your Second Brother said it's because the Seventh Bureau suffered significant losses due to the Sashimi incident. They are short-staffed now, so they sent people from home to help out.
"That news isn't too bad!" Yan Kongyue leaned back in her chair, feeling relieved that the Seventh Bureau wouldn't be bothering her for a while.
"It seems like my family doesn't want the Seventh Bureau to fall into someone else's hands."
"Without that piece of land, the Seventh Bureau is the only bargaining chip my family has in the capital."
"How scheming!"
"Who is being scheming?" Lin Qian entered with someone who looked similar to him.
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