Chapter 676: 565 A slap was struck, Emperor Ying exerted his power [1 more]_2
“Omamori,” Ying Zijin said, “to ensure safety and protect the heart. Keep it with you and don’t take it off.”
“Big sister! Big sister!” Little Bunny hopped up and down, pointing at his own round neck that was almost invisible, “Can I wear it around my neck, is that okay?”
Ying Zijin poked Little Bunny’s face.
By touch, she identified him as the child who she had given candy to last time.
She squatted down, patiently took out a long red string, threaded the omamori on it, and then put it around Little Bunny’s neck.
Little Bunny hopped around joyfully: “Mother, look, it’s pretty.”
“Miss Ying, it’s trouble for you again.” The woman quickly picked up Little Bunny, “This kind of thing really shouldn’t bother you.”
Ying Zijin poked Little Bunny’s face again: “It’s fine, just a small effort.”
“Miss Ying, this pattern is really nice.” Patriarch Ye secured the omamori and started flattering, “I can’t believe your embroidery skills are also this good.”
Women in the Ancient Martial World don’t embroider either, just like the men, they practice martial arts.
Only in the Ancient Medical Field do ancient physicians occasionally make embroidered items.
Ying Zijin: “…the case was bought on Taobao.”
Only the one for Fu Yunshen was made by herself.
These mass-produced omamori, let alone the cases, even the medicinal herbs inside were ground into powder using machinery before being packed in.
Patriarch Ye was a bit confused: “Taobao?”
Ye Ling hurriedly explained: “Father, it’s a trade website, similar to our Ancient Martial World’s trading fairs, but more convenient, and capable of delivering to your doorstep.”
“Oh, oh.” Patriarch Ye was very interested, “Can they deliver here?”
Ying Zijin: “…I’m afraid not.”
Even SF Express couriers won’t be able to find the entrance to the Ancient Martial World.
“Ah.” Patriarch Ye was regretful, “Thank you, Miss Ying, I will treasure it.”
Ye Heng opened his mouth, really wanting to ask why everyone in the Ye Family got one, except for him.
But in the end, recalling his previous attitude towards Ying Zijin, he remained silent.
Ye Heng clenched his fists.
If they weren’t giving it, then so be it, as if he coveted it.
A middle-aged man and a group of guards were carried in, severely injured.
Even if he could wake up, his cultivation was ruined.
Patriarch Xu’s face was pale as he sat on the bed and coughed: “Send people again, this time sneak in.”
The butler took the order.
But a few hours later, they returned defeated once more.
With Ye Changkong present, unless they sent an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, there was no way to succeed.
Madam Xu massaged Patriarch Xu’s back, filled with concern: “What should we do now?”
If Patriarch Xu really couldn’t recover, the position of family head would have to be passed on to someone else.
In medium to large families, those who lose in the power struggle have an unwritten rule to be stripped of their inner strength and expelled from the family.
This was the case for the Xu Family, and the Ling Family as well.
The goal was to prevent future calamities.
“Madam, we have checked again just now; the Ye Family is all siding with Ying Zijin, except for Ye Heng. His admiration for Miss Qingjia almost borders on madness,” the butler said. “Madam, didn’t you buy a sachet personally made by Miss Qingjia?”
“How about you give that sachet to Ye Heng, then have him lure the Ye Family people out? Ying Zijin won’t be able to resist coming.”
Madam Xu pondered for a long moment, somewhat reluctant: “Does it have to be a sachet made by Miss Qingjia?”
She had gotten it with great difficulty, the only one she had.
“Madam, Ye Heng’s cultivation isn’t that high, just over a decade,” the butler smiled, “When the time comes and the master’s illness is cured, that sachet can naturally return to your hands.”
A small family that Xu Family could easily crush, presumptuous enough to stand against them?
As long as Patriarch Xu recovers, they just need to hold out until the family head election.
Madam Xu thought for a moment and still handed over the sachet: “Alright, then I’ll leave this matter to you.”
Ye Ling was in the study examining the several prescriptions Ying Zijin gave her when Ye Heng burst in, causing her to frown, “Ye Heng, what is it?”
“Ye Ling, I came back from outside and found an injured person in the broken house over there. He was caught up in a conflict, it’s very serious.” Ye Heng lowered his head, not looking at Ye Ling, “He seems to be dying, can you go and see him?”
“An injured person?” Ye Ling stood up, “Where is he, lead me to him.”
Ye Heng’s tension relaxed, clenching the sachet he had gotten in his pocket: “Just over there.”
Ye Ling was kind-hearted, even treating animals.
He knew such a simple and clumsy lie could definitely lure Ye Ling out.