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They couldn't detect anything unusual; you should take a look from above. Qi Xiaomian leaped into the air, and when he looked down, the scene in the courtyard had changed, looking much like the surroundings of other houses nearby.
He was secretly amazed. After landing, he asked, "Is this your rune?"
"It's Old Vine's skill," came the reply.
The technique is quite profound, but why isn't it in human form?
"Uh, Old Vine's talent is lacking and hasn't managed to take on a human form yet. It has only honed its skills for escaping, which naturally includes the ability to conceal its shape and create illusions."
Sang Qingxiao vaguely defended Old Vine, while Old Rascal was more carefree.
"Does it understand medicine?" Qi Xiaomian continued to probe.
"Why are you so interested in it? If you don't like it, I can restrict its actions."
"That's not necessary. The insight of Training Warriors is quite good; it's just that the study is a sacred place and it can't get too close."
"I'll let him know."
Qi Xiaomian pressed on, "So, how skilled is it in medicine?"
"What is your purpose?"
"To understand its capabilities and be prepared."
Sang Qingxiao replied, "Old Vine's medical skills are excellent, but it doesn't easily intervene."
"Can it heal people?"
"Yes."
The three sat in the garden, waiting for over an hour without seeing Old Vine come out. Suddenly, there was a knocking sound from next door.
"Sir, Marquis, His Majesty requests your presence at the palace."
When Qilang arrived and found the door of Small Tavern tightly locked with no response to his knocks, he decided to enter his own house to climb over the wall and call out. However, he discovered that the small courtyard next door seemed to have a barrier of sorts that prevented him from passing through.
He could only try knocking on the wall.
This time someone responded. Qi Xiaomian roughly guessed what was happening and didn't ask Qilang too many questions; instead, he asked Sang Qingxiao for some fresh food.
Sang Qingxiao then had Misha give him a jar of tea leaves he had personally roasted before sending him off.
As Qi Xiaomian entered the palace, he found Qin Mu Hui diligently reviewing memorials. The stack of completed documents was impressively high, while the unfinished ones towered even higher.
The food beside him remained untouched and cold, though a few pastries had been taken. His uncle truly was hardworking; Qi Xiaomian felt a pang of shame in comparison.
Without hesitation, he approached Qin Mu Hui, snatching the brush and memorial from his hands. He then instructed several eunuchs and palace maids to move all the memorials to a nearby table, before laying out the food he had brought from the Small Tavern right in front of him.
Only you could command these eunuchs and maids around!
Qin Mu Hui, instead of being annoyed by the interruption, seemed to genuinely appreciate Qi Xiaomian's thoughtful care and disregard for formalities.
"How long has it been since you last had a meal?"
"I got so busy that I forgot."
"Cai Gonggong didn’t remind you?"
"That’s not something he would do. He just doesn’t have your boldness to dismiss my memorials."
"First, eat something. If you're starving to the point of losing your sight, how can you possibly have the strength or clarity to review memorials?"
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