The young man before her was just over twenty, with a stern set of facial features. A Purple Gold Crown held his hair in place, and his figure was tall and slender like Cuizhu. He wore a black robe flecked with gold-woven brocade and matching brocade boots embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, one hand casually resting behind his back, exuding an overwhelming noble aura.
His entire demeanor and appearance were of the highest calibre, yet upon closer inspection, his face was somewhat strange—as if shrouded in clouds and mist. It had an air of nobility, but also seemed a bit unlucky, a contradictory feeling that aroused intense curiosity.
Ah, curiosity killed the cat—hence, curiosity should be avoided!
Qin Liuxi hurriedly suppressed the curiosity that had just sprung up.
While she sized up Qi Qian, he was also scrutinizing her without a sound.
He had already observed Qin Liuxi treating Old Mrs. Qian and had carefully watched this slender, youthful figure whose status was not yet that of a distinguished young adult. His black hair was simply tied with a ribbon, adding a touch of grace. His features were as delicate as those in a painting — long eyebrows stretching to the temples and narrow, upturned eyes; his striking facial contours complemented his pale, delicate skin — androgynous.
For a moment, Qi Qian thought the person before him was a woman, but seeing her disdainful expression, he had a sudden realization. That cold, contemptuous posture didn't resemble a woman, for it lacked any trace of feminine gentleness or charm, especially in her movements, which were utterly free-spirited.
Moreover, her indifference when ignoring Ying Nan collapsed at her feet was nothing short of imperious.
A woman could not possibly be .
So cool and indifferent.
"Is this young master the Daoist doctor Buqiu?" Qi Qian clasped his hands in greeting.
Qin Liuxi got into the carriage, patted the carriage wall, and signaled Li Cheng to drive up the mountain.
This direction led to the Daoist Temple.
Qi Qian's eyes flashed briefly, but he did not stop her and merely watched as she ascended the mountain.
"Master, are we not stopping her?" Huo Lang did not understand his master's intent at this moment.
Ying Nan had already gotten up, dusting off himself, and said, "Master, we've got the wrong person, right? Look at her, does she have even a trace of a doctor's compassion?"
No, there is some, otherwise, she would have stepped directly on his hand instead of walking over!
"No, this is quite in line with the rumors about her character," Qi Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.
Willful and untamed, mysterious in her whereabouts, extraordinary in her actions, and when he asked, she answered too decisively, not even inquiring who Buqiu is, not the slightest bit curious.
Either she herself is Buqiu, which is why she was not curious and simply refused him.
"So, master, what are we waiting for? Shall we catch up to her?"
Qi Qian said, "We are not in a hurry. Let's go back to the Daoist Temple first. However, Huo Lang, you keep an eye on the movements of the Qian family, see how Old Mrs. Qian is doing?"
Although they came seeking a healer, since they had encountered her, it was also a good opportunity to see if her medical skills were as miraculous as rumored, especially after witnessing her conversation with Landlord Qian, his curiosity intensified.
Huo Lang suddenly understood. The one who had accepted Landlord Qian's invitation would visit the Qian family to provide medical consultation tomorrow; they could still intercept, which was also a chance to see how Old Mrs. Qian was recovering.
After all, the one they needed to treat was the Old Princess Consort; negligence was not an option.
On Qin Liuxi's side, Chen Pi was also inquiring of his master: "Those people came seeking medical help, right? They seem quite formidable."
"Of noble birth, with a prominent Fu Xi bone structure and double pupils, this individual has the countenance of a prince — he is either a scion of the royal family or a prince," said Qin Liuxi indolently.
Chen Pi exclaimed, "You turned him down?"
"Turned down? We will meet again," Qin Liuxi flicked her finger, continuing, "We might need to travel in a few days."
Ah, it's a bit troublesome, running around; it's so exhausting.
But if he's truly a noble, then arrangements are necessary; she can't overlook the cadre she is responsible for, especially the most important ones still trudging along the Northwest Road.