Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 202 - Plum Blossom Nine Needles

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Plum Blossom Nine Needles

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Plum Blossom Nine Needles

Two days later.

A Rolls-Royce drove towards the remote countryside.

Inside the car.

Qiao Xi held Granny Qiao’s urn, her expression subdued. Her eyes were full of red blood vessels, as she had personally witnessed her grandmother’s cremation. At the time of the farewell to the body, her heart was as ashes.

A living person had become a handful of ashes.

She still dared not face reality, always fantasizing that Granny was waiting for her somewhere.

Huo Xingzhou unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, saying, “Have some water to moisten your throat. The doctor said you need to look after your vocal cords to avoid a chronic condition.”

On the day of the fire, she had inhaled too much smoke.

Qiao Xi turned her clear eyes towards him, “I am a doctor, I know.”

Huo Xingzhou withdrew his hand and placed the mineral water bottle to the side.

The mountain road was shaky, Qiao Xi sat up straight.

Her hand gently caressed the urn, eyes welling up with a sour tearful regret.

Granny.

I have brought you home.

The car arrived at Moon Village at noon.

The villagers, seeing the luxury car, all came over and asked with concern, “Qiao Xi is back? We’ve all cleaned up your place.”

“If there’s anything you need, just tell your Aunt Chunhua, my second uncle is in the funeral business.”

“Qiao Xi, don’t be sad. Your granny lived to a ripe old age, which is quite good. She was very weak, you need to take care of yourself. She always thought about you before she passed, don’t cry.”

“It’s all because of that damn scoundrel who deliberately set the fire, causing harm to good people.”

Qiao Xi bit her lip, her eyes reddening in a ring.

Tears rolled down one after another.

Injustice welled up within her.

“Don’t cry, Qiao Xi, we will send Granny home,” Aunt Chunhua said, holding up a black umbrella over the urn, “Granny Qiao, we’re home.”

Qiao Xi cried uncontrollably.

These villagers had watched her grow up since she was little. She could not hold back her emotions.

The Qiao family’s courtyard had been cleaned spotlessly by the villagers.

Huo Xingzhou held her as they entered the yard, the others didn’t want to disturb them too much and soon left.

The young couple returned to their room.

The dried flowers on the windowsill of her boudoir were still fluttering in the wind, as if nothing had changed.

Qiao Xi said hoarsely, “Mr. Huo, you rest here. I… will go next door, to see the master.”

“Okay.”

Huo Xingzhou looked at her deeply and nodded.

Qiao Xi dried her tears and hurriedly left for the small courtyard of Cheng Han next door.

Cheng Han was drying medicinal herbs; he had already heard about Granny Qiao’s death and seemed very calm. As an old traditional doctor who had grown accustomed to life and death, he was unfazed by such matters.

When he heard the courtyard door being pushed open.

He, dressed in a dark blue training suit, did not even lift his head, his age-weathered voice sounded, “You’re here.”

Qiao Xi pressed her lips together, walked up to him, and helped him turn over the herbs, calling out, “Master.”

Since Cheng Han had acknowledged her status publicly, she would sometimes address him as master.

“Why have you let yourself become like this? The dead cannot be brought back to life, and those who are alive should not suffer,” he said, his hair greyed, looking like a lofty hermit with eyes that had seen through the world’s indifference.

“Master, Granny’s death was not…” Qiao Xi’s voice trembled, “It was the Xiang Family from the Imperial Capital.”

Cheng Han’s hand paused.

“It was me who angered Xiang Huai; he took revenge on me. But… there is not a single piece of evidence pointing towards him; I can’t avenge Granny. Mr. Huo once said that the Xiang Family started out with Lu Bannong’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall; I…”

Qiao Xi hated her own insignificance.

Even Mr. Huo had said that the clans of the Imperial Capital were deeply intertwined, and pulling one thread could move the whole body.

She was merely a mantis attempting to stop a chariot.

Cheng Han tossed aside the herbs and asked her solemnly, “Can you let go of your vengeance?”

Qiao Xi bit her lip stubbornly and shook her head defiantly.

Whether it was three, five, or ten years, as long as she had the chance, she would desperately bite a chunk out of the Xiang Family.

She had said so.

They mustn’t touch Granny Qiao.

Cheng Han took a seat in the bamboo chair, stroking his graying beard and beckoned her over.

Qiao Xi walked over and crouched by his side.

“Among the four great families of the Imperial Capital, the Zhong Family leads while the Xiang Family is the lowest. The Xiang Family wasn’t even a prominent family twenty years ago, but with Lu Bannong’s sister marrying into the Xiang Family, they supported each other. The Xiang Family, with the support of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall and Lu Bannong’s connections, gradually became the least of the four great families.”

Cheng Han was very clear about the situation in the Imperial Capital.

He had once been embroiled in its luscious splendor for decades.

“Since you’ve mentioned Lu Bannong, do you intend to…” His gaze towards Qiao Xi was complex, as fate had pushed this child onto that difficult path.

As she listened to him, Qiao Xi slowly began, “Yes! Master, I only have my medical skills to rely on. If I can use what I’m good at to deal with the Xiang Family, why wouldn’t I?”

“They say Lu Bannong’s medical skills are exceptional; he and Master were once known as the twin pillars of Chinese medicine. Is it because your medical skills are superior, or is he even more formidable?”

“It’s unclear,”

Cheng Han tugged at the corner of his lips and said, “Perhaps he is more formidable.”

“But Master, you are the National Doctor, while he is merely a famous physician.”

“It’s too complicated inside,”

Cheng Han did not want to dredge up the affairs of years gone by.

He sat in silence for a while before saying, “Be more careful in the future; next month is the decennial Chinese Medicine Community’s Acupuncture Trial. You…”

“I will definitely participate!”

He was about to advise her not to go, but thinking of her nature, he added, “As you wish.”

He would have her back, at worst… he would take the consequences for her.

“Child, do whatever you wish,” his gaze towards her softened, “You are the most talented in Chinese medicine I’ve ever seen. Wait a moment for me.” He stood and walked inside the house, returning shortly with a yellowed ancient tome, which he handed to her.

On the cover was written “Plum Blossom Nine Needles.”

“You’ve learned all that I’ve previously taught you. There’s one final set of needle techniques; from now on I’ll entrust them to you, and I hope you can apply your talents to learn ‘Plum Blossom Nine Needles.’

This technique places great importance on natural talent; only those with exceptional talent can observe the circulation of blood and Meridian Qi and grasp its mysteries.

It is a treasure left by our founding master.

Cheng Han only mastered half of it, and yet it was enough to create the Cheng Acupuncture Technique, which testifies to its profundity.

Qiao Xi took the dusty book and touched it tenderly.

“Master, I will work hard,” she stated.

“Qiao Xi, there is one more thing,” Cheng Han said, as if he were giving his last orders, “Others participate in the Acupuncture Trial for the excitement, but the inheritors of the Cheng Acupuncture Technique… must win.”

Qiao Xi nodded firmly, “I won’t let you down.”

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Cheng Han’s mouth twitched into a smile as he nodded.

He wasn’t worried about her losing face; if an inheritor of the Cheng Acupuncture Technique lost, it meant either injury or disability.

That was the agreement he had made with Lu Bannong years ago.

The Chinese Medicine Community values reputation and promises highly.

Old friends from those days were all witnesses; there was no reneging.

He was afraid she might be killed by Lu Bannong’s sneaky and cunning methods, but the hatred for Granny Qiao hidden in her heart was something that wouldn’t let her rest in this lifetime.

“Go back. I’ll come tomorrow morning to attend Granny Qiao’s final journey, too,” he sighed.

Clutching the “Plum Blossom Nine Needles,” Qiao Xi bowed deeply and walked to the neighboring house.

From a distance, she saw a man standing at the fence gate, dressed in a suit with a cold expression.