Poor Maid and the Warlord of Turbulent Times: Chapter 4

Song Qian urgently asked the system for Lu Tingfeng's whereabouts. The system’s cold, mechanical voice responded promptly: "Three days from now, the male lead will be injured and jump over the wall to return to the mansion; he will pass through the courtyard where you reside at that time." Hearing this, Song Qian calculated in her heart that this might be the pivotal opportunity to get close to Lu Tingfeng and change her destiny, and she must seize it firmly.

After Song Qian consumed the Beauty Pill, a warm current spread throughout her entire body within moments. She felt as if her skin were being gently caressed; her formerly slightly rough complexion rapidly became delicate and smooth, warm and moist like mutton-fat jade, glowing with a healthy luster. Her features gradually became clear and refined, her eyes grew brighter and more expressive, sparkling like stars when she moved, and her lips became full and rosy, like cherries in spring.

Song Qian then took the Firming Pill, and her body underwent subtle changes immediately. Her skin felt as if it were being lifted by invisible hands; her waist became slimmer and firmer, her curves grew soft and fluid, and her posture became light and elegant, as if she had been rejuvenated with youthful vitality.

Following this, the effects of the Fertility Pill began to take hold. A warmth welled up in her abdomen, as if her body had been infused with life and vigor. Her previously erratic breathing became steady and strong, and her constitution felt revitalized. She could feel the blockages in her meridians slowly clearing, and her blood flowing through her body like a joyful stream. Her physical state was adjusted to its peak, fully prepared for conception. Not only had her appearance been transformed, but her inner spirit was also renewed. Within the Grand Marshal’s mansion, she was like a dusty pearl finally wiped clean, ready to radiate a dazzling light.

On a quiet night, moonlight like water spilled into the courtyards of the Grand Marshal’s mansion. Song Qian, dragging her exhausted body after a full day of labor, was about to return to her room to rest. Just as she stepped into her small courtyard, she saw a dark shadow tumble from the top of the wall.

Song Qian’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurried forward to investigate, finding a man covered in blood lying on the ground, his face stern yet unable to hide his heroic spirit. Lu Tingfeng lifted his eyes, staring at Song Qian with vigilance, though he was too weak from his severe injuries to resist. Song Qian asked softly, "Who are you? Why are you injured like this?" Lu Tingfeng frowned, replying weakly, "Do not ask, and do not make a sound, or both our lives will be in danger."

Though filled with questions, Song Qian saw the man’s dire condition and felt a surge of compassion. She struggled to help him up, moving step by step toward her room. After settling him down, she fetched clean water and cloth strips, but as she prepared to treat the wound on his chest, her hands trembled involuntarily.

Lu Tingfeng seemed to sense her distress and whispered, "Miss, if this is difficult for you, I can do it myself." Song Qian shook her head quickly, took a deep breath, and feigned composure, saying, "Don't move around. If the wound isn't treated promptly, it will only get worse."

While cleaning the wound, Song Qian’s face flushed red, and she dared not look the man in the eyes. Watching her shy demeanor, a ripple of something different stirred in Lu Tingfeng’s heart. He gave a light cough to break the awkwardness: "A lady as kind as you is surely a rarity in this Grand Marshal’s mansion." Song Qian replied in a low voice, "Seeing you injured, I could not simply stand by and watch you die. There is strife in this mansion every day, and it is usually better to avoid trouble, but saving a life is a principle I still strive to uphold."