It seems that the marketplace and the battlefield do have their differences. When Grandpa was telling her business stories, she at least never felt completely lost.
"For example, the matter you wanted to ask about!"
Gu Youyou’s face darkened. See, he’s circled back again.
This man is really annoying.
"Why did our opponent retreat so neatly after only a minor defeat? If it were me, I wouldn’t stop until I achieved my goal, unless the stakes were so high that I had no other choice but to back off."
"Oh? Youyou understands tactics too?" Jin Zijin asked in surprise.
Gu Youyou said, "Not really, but I’m gifted in discussing things sensibly."
He pinched her cheek and smiled, "Because his purpose has been achieved. That person is no longer in Lingnan."
"That person?" Gu Youyou was slightly startled, then she immediately thought of who they were referring to.
It was said that he was a Sun-Moon Medic more valuable than herself, the only male of pure Yin among the seven medics.
Jin Ziyuan is really unlucky. Out of the countless people in the world, the one born of pure Yin had to be him, and he had to fall into the hands of the twisted State Preceptor.
"You’re also looking for him, aren’t you worried? It seems like you’ve lost a move."
But Jin Zijin laughed and said, "Why would I be? He’s a tough nut to crack. I actually want to see how he knocks out the teeth of the tiger."
"So you want to sit back and watch the tigers fight?"
"Isn’t that exactly what you hoped for?"
Gu Youyou felt a bit guilty; she didn’t completely hope for that.
Alright, if he says so, then so be it.
As for Jin Ziyuan, she wasn’t sure if she felt more pity for him or if she harbored more thoughts of using him.
In the end, she was a selfish person who valued her own interests more.
If the sky were to collapse there would be taller people to support it, and if the twisted State Preceptor were the sky about to fall, then Jin Ziyuan would be that tall person.
Who else but him, a pure Yin male once in a hundred years? If a pure Yin female were lost, at worst it would take more time and effort to find another, but without him, the State Preceptor might never see his dreams realized in his lifetime.
After a long time, Jin Zijin’s voice rang out again in the silent night.
"Youyou, I might know who he is now."
"What?" Gu Youyou looked up and said, "You mean Jin Ziyuan?" She thought he knew.
After searching for so many years, he only now knows who the person is... that’s really something...
"You know his name?" Jin Zijin’s eyes grew darker as he propped up half his body.
The early spring was still cold, and Gu Youyou tugged at the blanket.
"I thought you knew? You’ve been searching for him for so many years not knowing who he is."
Jin Zijin said confidently, "What do I care who he is? All I know is that he’s a medic secretly raised by Xuanzong in the deep mountains, and the Youying Pearl is on him."
Alright, she was at a loss for words.
"So you know who he is now? Were you acquaintances before he became a medic?"
Jin Zijin froze, then dejectedly slunk back under the covers.
"Yes, an acquaintance. Someone I’m very familiar with, although we only met once and never talked."
Gu Youyou: "..." How does that count as an acquaintance?
"What has he told you? Starting from the first day you saw him, I want to know everything."
Gu Youyou looked at him in surprise and asked, "You really want to know so much about him, could you actually be relatives?"
Jin Zijin fell silent again, his eyes deepening.
Gu Youyou said, "I just feel that your names are quite similar, and your eyes look alike."
"True, there is some blood relation." he said.
Blood relations, huh? Gu Youyou couldn’t help but recall the wild speculations she made while gathering herbs in the countryside, although not very reliable, it wasn’t entirely impossible.