Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Is There Something Dirty On My Face

The cliff was not too high, but the way Long Yang had suggested descending it without hesitation surprised Lu Liangwei. She turned her head sharply to stare at him.

“What?” Sensing her astonished gaze, Long Yang touched his face with the back of his hand, his tone teasing, “Is there something dirty on my face?”

Lu Liangwei shook her head. “No.” After a pause, she said, “Then please be careful, Your Majesty.”

“Very well.” Long Yang nodded. A thought came to him, and he took out a dagger from within his clothes and passed it to her. “Take this to defend yourself. Wait for us here. I’ll be back soon.”

“Understood.” Lu Liangwei was about to take it when she remembered something and took out another dagger she carried on her. “There is no need to give this to me. I have one.”

Long Yang glanced at her, then took the dagger from her and pushed his own dagger into her hands.

Before Lu Liangwei could react, he had already jumped off the cliff.

Lu Liangwei exclaimed and hurriedly poked her head out to look down, but all she could see was a dark silhouette descending rapidly to the bottom of the cliff.

Her chest could not help but grow tight.

The cliff base did not seem too far off, but it was also quite the drop. How could he jump off just like that?

Today’s trip to Sacred Hillock Peak seemed to have deepened her understanding of Long Yang.

It was unexpected that the brutal emperor in the rumors had such a soft side for his subordinates.

He even set his dignity as a ruler aside and jumped off the cliff to look for Chu Yi without regard for his own safety.

How could anyone call such a person cold-blooded?

It seemed that the rumors were not completely believable.

Lu Liangwei glanced at the dagger in her hands, a bit confused by Long Yang’s actions.

Could it be that her dagger was sharper, so he chose to take hers?

She unsheathed the dagger and looked at it. It seemed like an ordinary dagger, but when she used it to cut the grass on the cliff edge, she immediately discarded that first impression.

To be precise, the dagger had not even cut into the grass. All she did was touch the grass lightly, and it had been cut.

She took the dagger to cut another blade of grass—she got the same result.

She held the dagger up and examined it closely.

It seemed that Long Yang’s dagger was so sharp it could cut a strand of hair with the lightest of touches.

She wondered if it was sharp enough to cut through iron like it was mud.

She had originally thought that it was an ordinary dagger, but how could any of the Emperor’s possessions be ordinary?

She gave it another once-over before putting it away. Remembering her purpose here, she hurriedly shuffled to the cliff edge where the serpent had appeared.

Finding that the guiding herb was still intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She squatted and carefully plucked the guiding herb out together with the clump of soil around it.

This Yin guiding herb was crucial for purging Frostbite’s poison.

This herb was also called Phantom Bluegrass.

It was pitch black except for the purple veins on the leaves.

Not only could it be used as a Yin guiding herb, but it could also help cure numerous difficult poisons.

The drawback was that this Phantom Bluegrass was rare and only grew in a peculiar habitat.

Actually, before coming to Sacred Hillock Peak, she was unsure if there would be any Phantom Bluegrass here.

However, Sacred Hillock Peak was known as the Mountain of Medicine and was home to all kinds of rare herbs, so she decided to come here to try her luck.

Fortunately, she was not let down and eventually found it.

She wrapped the Phantom Bluegrass securely and put it into her bag. Just when she was about to stand up, she heard a snorting sound from behind her.

All the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She did not have to turn around to know that there was a beast behind her right now.

She quickly assessed the place where she was standing and found a protruding rock on the cliff just below the Phantom Bluegrass’s growing spot. Estimating that it could accommodate one standing person, she made her decision without hesitating.