Ye Chutang took a roll of silver needles from her sleeve and deftly laid them out.
The slender silver needles glinted with a cold light.
She took one and moved to pierce the index finger of Han Yao's right hand.
"Hey!" The guard at the door immediately shouted, "What are you doing!?"
Ye Chutang paused, tilting her head slightly.
"Saving him, of course."
The man rushed in. "He only has a few flesh wounds! What are you doing with those silver needles!?"
The corner of Ye Chutang's lip curled up. "Oh? It seems your medical skills far surpass mine. In that case—why don't you do it?"
Though she was smiling, her eyes were icy, making the man subconsciously take a step back.
He had almost forgotten that the Ye Chutang of today was no longer the helpless orphan who had just returned to the Capital City. Now, she had the backing of two powerful patrons: the Long Princess Mansion and the Dingbei Marquis Mansion!
