RPDPHW Chapter 19

After waiting for so many days, Liu Sanniang finally got her wish—receiving that newly crafted, one-of-a-kind potion from Gu Qingyin.

Upon returning to Canglang Pavilion, she immediately sent someone to invite the long-waiting guest.

As she waited, Liu Sanniang couldn’t help but recall the moment earlier today when Zhong Shujin, following behind Gu Qingyin, suddenly blurted out “wife.” In that instant, Gu Qingyin’s face flushed red, and her expression became indescribably complicated.

It was truly amusing!

At last, Gu Qingyin had suffered a little setback!

And when she thought back to the moment she took the potion from Gu Qingyin’s hands in the afternoon—seeing that hesitant and conflicted look on Gu Qingyin’s face—Liu Sanniang almost burst into laughter.

Just as she was lost in her amusing recollections, her good mood was abruptly interrupted by the sudden crash of the door being flung open.

In her own Canglang Pavilion, who would dare to be so audacious?

Before she could wipe the smile off her face and put on a stern, angry expression, Liu Sanniang had already seen the intruder’s face clearly.

The newcomer’s face was icy cold. Upon seeing the lingering foolish grin on her lips, they spoke in a frosty tone: “I’ve been waiting for you for three days.”

At the sight of the visitor, Liu Sanniang’s initial displeasure was swiftly replaced by joy. However, she quickly concealed the delight in her eyes, replacing it with her usual exaggerated smile. Rising to her feet, she walked toward the person standing at the door.

“Oh my, if it isn’t our great and mighty Lady Leng! Aiya, how could I have kept you waiting for so long? Honestly, these people of mine are just too careless—not even one of them thought to call me!”

Her playful, joking tone was nothing but nonsense in Leng Shaoying’s eyes, completely lacking in sincerity. Naturally, she didn’t believe a single word of it.

Behind Leng Shaoying stood a refined-looking young man who had tried—and failed—to stop her from barging in. His name was Yuan Wen, a trusted aide who had been by Liu Sanniang’s side for years. Hearing Liu Sanniang’s words, he hesitantly chimed in.

“Boss, weren’t you the one who said you were going to visit an old lover and told us not to bother you unless it was something important?”

Hearing this, Leng Shaoying’s gaze grew even colder.

Liu Sanniang’s lips twitched slightly. Fearing that Yuan Wen might say something even more outrageous, she quickly waved her hand, dismissing the subordinates who had tried to block Leng Shaoying’s way.

“Go, go! Close the door behind you! Hurry up! And don’t come back unless it’s something important!”

Once everyone had left, she finally turned her gaze back to Leng Shaoying, trying to discern some hint of emotion on her face.

To her disappointment, Leng Shaoying remained as icy and expressionless as before.

Before Liu Sanniang could offer any explanation, Leng Shaoying got straight to the point.

“It’s been so many days. Do you have any news of our sect leader?”

So, she came looking for that foolish sect leader.

The light in Liu Sanniang’s eyes gradually dimmed, but the smile on her face grew even more dazzling—almost unnaturally so.

“Oh dear, I’m really so sorry. You see, my precious sweetheart just won’t let me go lately, clinging to me every second, absolutely unwilling to part with me.”

Liu Sanniang glanced up at Leng Shaoying before quickly lowering her head, feigning shyness. Her smile was intoxicatingly charming, brimming with flirtatious allure.

“So, these past few days, I’ve been stuck in bed, completely unable to get up. Naturally, I haven’t had the time or energy to look for your sect leader. Keeping you waiting for so long… oh, I do feel just awful about it.”

A surge of unexplainable anger instantly flared up within Leng Shaoying.

“So, from the very beginning, you never intended to help me find the sect leader?”

How was Liu Sanniang supposed to answer that?

She couldn’t possibly tell Leng Shaoying that she had been threatened, which was why she hadn’t been able to bring back that foolish sect leader.

Something so humiliating—how could she ever admit it?

Since Liu Sanniang didn’t deny it, Leng Shaoying took her silence as confirmation.

As expected, she should never have counted on this wicked woman to actually be of any help.

If it weren’t for the fact that the entire area surrounding Ye City was controlled by those so-called righteous sects—leaving Bloodflame Sect with no influence here—she would never, not even in death, have come to Liu Sanniang for help!

Ha! She had agreed without hesitation back then, and now she was going back on her word?

“Sweetheart”? Stuck in bed day after day?

Leng Shaoying’s cold sneer remained on her lips as she swung her whip without the slightest hesitation toward Liu Sanniang.

“Hey! How can you be like this? Attacking without a word? This is still my territory, you know!”

Liu Sanniang cursed inwardly. Fortunately, her reflexes were quick enough—otherwise, in a situation like this, where Leng Shaoying would lash out without warning, she wouldn’t have been able to dodge in time.

“Didn’t you say you were stuck in bed every day? Well, let me be generous today and grant you a real opportunity—one where you truly won’t be able to get out of bed!”

The whip lashed down in a relentless storm, each strike carrying fierce intent.

Liu Sanniang darted left and right, barely avoiding the blows, already exhausted from the effort.

And yet, even in such a dire situation, she still had the mood to joke.

“Ah, Lady Leng, why are you so ruthless? When I said I wanted to be stuck in bed, I didn’t mean crippled by you! If you truly wish to grant my wish, why don’t we take a different approach? A moonlit stroll, a deep conversation about life—wouldn’t that be far more delightful? Why waste all this effort?”

Just thinking about how Liu Sanniang always carried herself with such flirtatious charm in front of everyone—exuding an air of worldly indulgence inside and out—only fueled the fire of Leng Shaoying’s anger.

Her strikes became even more ruthless.

“Oh no! That was my precious Dragon and Phoenix Blue-and-White Porcelain, bought at a hefty price!”

“Heavens! That’s my hard-earned Jade Glaze Vase!”

“This is an incense wood that money can’t even buy! Leng Shaoying, stop hitting already…!”

The chaotic scuffle finally came to an end when Leng Shaoying, exhausted, could no longer keep up her assault.

Looking at the mess strewn across the floor, Liu Sanniang felt as if her heart was bleeding.

She gazed at Leng Shaoying with a pained expression. “You just smashed up a fortune’s worth of my belongings.”

“Pa!”

The whip struck the ground with a crisp, sharp sound.

“Oh? Do you want me to pay for it?”

Still shaken, Liu Sanniang instinctively took a step back at the sound of the whip, forcing a sheepish smile.

“Aiya, how would I dare?”

Seeing her like this, the ever-stoic Leng Shaoying finally allowed the faintest hint of a smile to surface.

The internal injuries Leng Shaoying had sustained two nights ago when she was discovered sneaking into Qingyang Sect had yet to fully heal. After all the commotion just now, exhaustion weighed heavily on her.

She let out a few deep breaths, scanning the mess around her before picking a relatively clean spot. Propping up a chair she had knocked over, she sat down to rest for a moment.

By chance, her gaze landed on a small cloth pouch lying by her feet.

The pouch was somewhat worn, its fabric faded with time, yet the embroidered twin lotus flowers on it were still faintly visible.

Leng Shaoying recognized this pouch.

It was something she had given to Liu Sanniang many years ago—back when the two of them had not yet turned against each other.

She never expected that after more than a decade, Liu Sanniang would still keep it.

The lingering anger in Leng Shaoying’s heart unknowingly faded a little.

Seeing that Leng Shaoying had picked up the pouch she had dropped while dodging the whip, Liu Sanniang’s face instantly grew hot. She quickly shouted, “Hey! Why are you randomly taking my things?!”

Leng Shaoying merely shot her a sidelong glance before, without hesitation, opening the pouch right in front of her.

What could be inside a pouch that Liu Sanniang had kept for so many years? What was so important that she carried it with her at all times?

Curious, Leng Shaoying peered inside—only to find a few small porcelain bottles, each labeled with words like “Qi-Regulating Pills,” “Beauty Cream,” “Anesthetic Powder,” and “Clear Spirit Water.”

It seemed these were all high-quality medicines.

“Leng Shaoying! Don’t touch those! Give them back to me, now!”

These medicines had all come from Gu Qingyin earlier today, including a newly crafted poison that Gu Qingyin had just developed.

Liu Sanniang, who had been cautiously keeping her distance, suddenly panicked. She rushed toward Leng Shaoying in a hurry.

But Leng Shaoying easily sidestepped her, dodging without much effort.

Glancing at the porcelain bottles in her hand, she unexpectedly let out a rare smile. “What’s this? The great Boss Liu, with all her wealth and influence, actually can’t bear to part with a few medicines?”

Liu Sanniang was growing anxious. “Just give them back first! These medicines… Ugh, just give them back already!”

“Hah, I just won’t give them back. What now? Want to try and snatch them from me?”

Smirking triumphantly, Leng Shaoying poured out a Qi-Regulating Pill and swallowed it. Within moments, a deep sense of relief spread through her limbs, soothing her chaotic internal energy. She could clearly feel her previously unstable breath calming down significantly. This confirmed that these were indeed rare and potent medicines.

She assumed that Liu Sanniang, being her usual stingy self, was only panicking because she couldn’t bear to share such good medicine with her.

So, with a smug grin, she uncorked the Clear Spirit Water and poured some into her mouth.

“The more reluctant you are, the more I want to use it!”

But unfortunately, that initial comfort vanished the moment she swallowed the liquid.

In its place came a searing, unbearable pain.

The porcelain bottles and cloth pouch slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor.

Next to hit the ground was her own body.

Leng Shaoying clutched her chest in agony, but before she could even process the pain, her consciousness began to slip away.

In the haze, a faintly familiar voice echoed in her ears.

“A’Bao!”

That was her childhood name.

It had been… at least ten years since anyone had called her that.

“A’Bao! A’Bao…”

The voice called out again and again, growing distant, fading away—disappearing along with her consciousness.

“A’Bao! How could you be so foolish? That was an incurable poison!”

Liu Sanniang trembled as she held Leng Shaoying’s limp body, her usual composure shattered, her face consumed by fear and panic—emotions she had not allowed herself to feel in a long, long time.

“No… no… it’ll be fine! It has to be fine! A’Bao, don’t be afraid—we’ll go find Xiao Gu! She’ll definitely have a way to save you!”

In a panic, Liu Sanniang scooped up the unconscious Leng Shaoying and bolted for the door, shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Someone! Prepare a carriage—now!”

Everyone in Canglang Pavilion was stunned by the sight.

It was the first time they had ever seen their boss so terrified, so desperate, so completely out of control.

But unfortunately, the more urgent the situation, the more likely someone blind to the moment would get in the way.

“Boss Liu, where’s the medicine?”

The very person Liu Sanniang had summoned earlier now stood blocking her path, speaking with an impatient tone.

He had already waited far too long for this particular medicine.

But before he could say more, Liu Sanniang roared, “Get lost! Don’t you dare mention that damn poison to me again!”

If it weren’t for his ridiculous request—demanding a colorless, tasteless, incurable poison—Leng Shaoying wouldn’t have accidentally ingested it. She wouldn’t be in this state, on the brink of death, with no cure in sight!

“You—this is outrageous!” The man’s expression darkened. “Is this how Canglang Pavilion does business?”

At this moment, Liu Sanniang couldn’t care less about business. She was drowning in rage, desperate to find an outlet for her fury.

“Someone, throw him out!”

Immediately, the pavilion’s attendants stepped forward, blocking the man’s path.

Yuan Wen, knowing full well that this deal had already been delayed far too long—and that they were indeed in the wrong—quickly tried to intervene.

“Boss, if we break the deal like this, it’ll ruin Canglang Pavilion’s reputation! Please reconsider!”

“Reputation?” Liu Sanniang glanced down at the pale, lifeless woman in her arms and let out a cold, bone-chilling laugh. “Pay him twenty times the price if that’s what it takes! But make sure to give him a proper beating before you throw him out—beat him hard!”

Reputation meant nothing to her now. If anything truly happened to Leng Shaoying, she would burn Canglang Pavilion to the ground if it meant hunting down the real buyer behind this deal.

“Ah—ow! Be gentle! Liu Sanniang, you bastard!”

Ignoring the curses and screams from behind, Liu Sanniang clutched Leng Shaoying tightly and strode away without a second glance.

It had been a very, very long time since she had felt this kind of fear.