The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler Chapter 842 - 842 Acknowledgment

Chapter 842 - 842 Acknowledgment

842 Acknowledgment

The Saintess was woken up by a nightmare. She dreamed that she had been exposed by Ancestor Sikong. The Ancestor grabbed her throat and a dagger stabbed her heart. She exclaimed and suddenly sat up!

She was born a Saintess and had received extraordinary training. She had long developed a calm personality, but she was still so frightened by a nightmare that she broke out in cold sweat. It could be seen how terrifying the Old Ancestor’s strength last night had left a scar in her heart.

However, soon, the Saintess realized that she was in an unfamiliar room. Golden morning light shone through the window and shone on the tables and chairs that emitted a strong ancient aura.

The furnis.h.i.+ngs in the room were not complicated, but they were all made of high-grade golden silk wood. It was rumored that this wood was immortal for a thousand years. Therefore, even though it was the style from many years ago, it did not look dilapidated at a glance.

There was clearly no one in the room, but the Saintess had the illusion that she did not dare to be rash.

“Where am I?” The Saintess murmured. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Right on the heels of that, a young disciple asked, “Miss, are you awake?”

A trace of vigilance appeared in the Saintess’ eyes. “I’m awake.”

“Then I’ll bring the ginseng soup in for you.” With that, the junior disciple quietly waited for the Saintess’s instructions outside the door.

The Saintess’ eyes flashed, and she put down the curtain. “Okay.”

Creak—

The door was pushed open.

The young disciple walked in with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup. The room immediately filled with an alluring fragrance.

The young disciple placed the ginseng soup on the table and said without looking sideways, “Miss, drink some ginseng soup first. This soup is made from our Nether Mountain’s bamboo chicken and snow ginseng. It’s nouris.h.i.+ng and tastes good. You can’t drink it outside!”

The Saintess touched the curtain and was about to pull it open when she paused and retracted her hand. She asked through the curtain, “You said just now… this is the Nether Mountain? May I ask where this is?”

“Chaoyang Hall!” The young disciple said.

The Saintess’s pupils constricted!

Chaoyang Hall, Old Ancestor Sikong’s territory. She actually came here by accident?

No, it wasn’t a coincidence. She vaguely remembered that she was seriously injured by Ancestor Sikong’s pressure. Before she could say her “background”, her vision darkened and she fainted.

Why was she in the Chaoyang Hall the moment she woke up? From this young disciple’s tone, he seemed to be very respectful to her. Could it be that… Ancestor Sikong had seen the portrait of Saintess Lan Yi and had already guessed that she was the descendant of Saintess Lan Yi?

In order to confirm her guess, the Saintess slowly lifted the curtain and looked at the little disciple standing by the table. She said softly, “Who brought me here?”

“It’s the ancestor,” the young disciple said.

At the mention of the ancestor, the young disciple’s expression became even more respectful than before. At the same time, an uncontrollable trace of doubt appeared on his face.

The Saintess understood what he was puzzled about. The Old Ancestor had never allowed outsiders to enter the mountain, but now he had brought a girl back and even asked someone to serve her well. Everyone here was probably stunned, right?

The Saintess did not care if they were stunned. It was enough as long as the Ancestor recognized her.

The young disciple was indeed not lying to her. The taste of this bamboo chicken ginseng soup was extremely delicious. It had nothing to do with cooking skills, but with the taste of the snow ginseng mixed with the bamboo chicken itself. After a few bites, the Saintess felt her entire body warm up.

Then, she remembered that many of the bones in her body had broken, but there was no pain at all.

“Who treated my injuries?” She asked the young disciple beside her.

The disciple thought for a while and said, “It should be the Ancestor, right? We’ve never treated Miss’s injuries.”

This time, the Saintess was almost certain that the Ancestor had acknowledged her. She originally thought that she would die, but she did not expect… to survive this crisis.

The Saintess suppressed the corners of her lips that were curled up in smugness and drank a few more mouthfuls of ginseng soup. Then, she quietly sized up the young disciple who was looking down. “What’s your name? How old are you this year?”

The young disciple replied, “My name is Jinghong. I’m fourteen this year.”

The Saintess squeezed out a gentle and harmless tone. “Then can I… call you Jinghong in the future?”

Jinghong scratched his head and smiled foolishly. “Okay.”

“How long have you been in the Nether Mountains?” The Saintess asked.

The young disciple replied, “Five years.”

Five years. In that case, he was very familiar with the ancestor.

The Saintess stirred the ginseng soup in her bowl with her spoon and did not continue to ask about the ancestor. Although she did not think that this young disciple would hide it from her, more haste less speed. In order not to expose herself, she had to take her time.

The Saintess did not eat meat or fish. No matter how delicious the chicken soup was, after a few more bites, she felt her stomach churning. However, in order not to let anyone see through her, she braced herself and finished the bowl of chicken soup.

The young disciple was very obedient and quietly guarded at the side. When she asked, he would answer and never took the initiative to ask her.

The Saintess teased, “Aren’t you curious about who I am?”

The disciple scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. They were definitely curious, but they did not have the guts to ask about the ancestor.

The Saintess was even more certain that she had cozy up to the right person. With the Ancestor backing her, was there a need to be afraid that she could not deal with a mere “Saintess” and the “Second Young Master” of the Sikong family? Even the current Master Sikong had to obediently call the Ancestor Uncle!

The young disciple said, “Miss, do you have any other instructions? If not, I’ll go to the kitchen to see if breakfast is ready.”

The Saintess’ consciousness returned and she shook her head politely at him. “No, you can go.”

“Aye!” The disciple picked up the bowl and was about to leave when he was stopped by the Saintess.

The Saintess asked softly, “Jinghong, do you know where the Ancestor is?”

The disciple turned around and said, “He’s practicing martial arts. Miss, if you feel that the room is stuffy, you can go to the garden to take a walk. However, don’t leave this courtyard. There are many Gu worms in the Nether Mountain. Miss, you don’t know martial arts. I’m afraid you’ll be bitten by Gu worms.”

“Thank you.” The Saintess nodded amiably. After the young disciple left, she stood up and strolled around the courtyard.

Naturally, she would not obediently listen to her young disciple. She did not stroll around for long before leaving the courtyard as if she had accidentally done so.

The Chaoyang Hall was very big. She casually picked a direction and mustered her courage to stroll around.

This was the ancestor’s territory. She did not believe that he would not notice that she was injured in his territory. She wanted to see how important his great-great-granddaughter was to the ancestor.

As she thought, the Saintess walked towards the Gu Garden that was filled with danger. This place raised the lowest-grade Gu worms, but it was also a place filled with insects and snakes. She carefully walked in and suddenly, a huge poisonous snake flew towards her.

“Ah—” She screamed and fell to the ground.

The heavy damage she imagined did not come. The moment the poisonous snake bit her, it was shaken away by an invisible force. Then, the surrounding insects and snakes seemed to feel a fatal threat and fled back to their nests.

The Saintess slowly removed the sleeve that was covering her eyes and looked at the man who had landed in front of her.

It was a burly expert in black. His white hair was as white as snow and his aura was powerful. However, it was also because he was too powerful that no one dared to look at his face.

The Saintess’s gaze went up and landed on his tightly tied collar. She did not dare to go up again. She looked away and timidly looked at the small hill beside her. She was like a little girl who was frightened and could not speak. She did not ask who he was or thank him. She only shrank back, coincidentally revealing her sprained foot from the fall.

Sikong Ye glanced at her swollen ankle, bent down, and stretched out his arms to her. The Saintess’ body trembled in fear. His hand paused, as if he was hesitating.

The Saintess bit her lip and leaned towards him.

Sikong Ye carried her up lovingly.

The Saintess felt his love for her and her hanging heart gradually calmed down. She obediently leaned into his arms and let him carry her back to the Chaoyang Hall.

“What is your name?” Sikong Ye asked.

“L-Lan Yu,” she whispered. That girl seemed to be called this name. Who cared if it was true or not, she would use it first!

“Who is Lan Yi to you?” Sikong Ye asked again.

“Great-grandmother,” said the Saintess.

Sikong Ye stopped in his tracks.

The Saintess blinked. At this point, she was naturally not worried that the Ancestor would suspect her, so she mustered her courage and asked, “Are… are you my great-grandfather? Before my great-grandmother died, she asked me to come to the Nether Capital to look for you. I… I don’t know if I found the right person.”

Sikong Ye did not answer her question directly. Instead, he said, “What’s wrong with your injuries?”

The Saintess would not think that he was referring to the injuries caused by his pressure last night. A few days ago, when she fought with Yan Jiuchao, she had suffered a lot, and there were still old injuries that had yet to heal. When the Ancestor healed her, he must have sensed it and simply treated her injuries.

“Someone hit me,” she whispered.

“Who is it?” Sikong Ye’s body emitted a strong killing intent.

The Saintess pursed her lips and lowered her head. “Saintess.”