22 Vitality Pill

In this life, Murong Yu knew Ji Chengxuan was injured, so she tended to him tirelessly—applying medicine, feeding him, and ensuring he was well-fed. Despite all this, his condition remained precarious. 

Murong Yu couldn't help but wonder what happened to Ji Chengxuan in her previous life, how he had survived alone in the cramped stable. She believed that he must have been in immense pain and utterly helpless.

Murong Yu could hardly remember having such a nomad slave. It was Murong Rui who reminded her of Ji Chengxuan's background before he was the Northern Lord, and what he had been through at the Prime Minister's household.

Only then did Murong Yu start to recall that indeed, Murong Jin had such a nomad slave by his side. Even back then, the Northern Lord had already been labeled a demon king—merciless, cruel, and a bloodthirsty killer. 

When Murong Yu was sent to become Ji Chengxuan's concubine, she was petrified. Yet, he bullied her behind closed doors to the point where she often wept. No one dared to even give her a sideways glance in public.

Ji Chengxuan had been through so much suffering at the Prime Minister's household, yet he still didn't allow anyone to mistreat Murong Yu, not even a little.

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Ji Chengxuan originally thought that he wouldn't make it. But in his dreams, he heard a woman weeping. With his photographic memory, he recognized the voice as belonging to Murong Yu—the celestial beauty.

'Why would she be crying? Who could make such a woman shed tears?'

As Ji Chengxuan pondered that, he heard a soft, plaintive voice murmuring through sobs, "Ji Chengxuan, can you please wake up?"

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Days passed.

After days of recuperation, Ji Chengxuan's injuries had started to heal. The wounds were gradually scabbing over, and he was moved to a single room that was arranged for him.

Shuan led Ji Chengxuan there, and as he looked at the reticent nomad slave, he felt that the man was inscrutable.

'Any ordinary man who was favored by Lady Yu would be thrilled. But his face remained expressionless, and who knew what he was thinking?' Shuan thought.

"Rest up. Someone will send meals to you on time. Now that you're serving Lady Yu, no one will dare look down upon you," said Shuan before departing.

Left alone in the room, Ji Chengxuan's dark and piercing eyes surveyed his new surroundings. Satisfied there was no hidden danger, he lay down to sleep. All was silent.

These days, Murong Yu was busy making pills.

Aman packed boxes of them, and then questioned, "Do these Vitality Pills really have the effects you claim? How did you even learn to make them? I was never aware of this."

Murong Yu had already sent the scar-removing Jade Cream and cosmetics to Li Mu, for distribution. However, she'd initially overlooked these Vitality Pills and thus kept the recipe to make them herself.

The Vitality Pills were excellent for enhancing vitality and health, especially for older people.

Days went by, and Murong Yu had a sizable stock.

Aman was puzzled, 'When did Lady Yu suddenly learn to make pills?'

"Take these two boxes to that nomad slave," Murong Yu instructed. "With his physical condition, he should consume two pills a day."

Aman hesitated, reluctant to comply, "My lady, the ingredients for these Vitality Pills are quite precious. Isn't it wasteful to give them to him?"

"Do as I say," Murong Yu ordered, before adding, "Also, send a few boxes to my maternal grandmother. These past days, her health should have improved. Have her take one pill a day with warm water."

Aman hurriedly asked, "My lady, have these Vitality Pills been examined by a physician? Can your grandmother really consume them?"