Volume One, Chapter Five: Imprisonment

Watching the person who left only to return, Cheng Xi didn’t pause her hand holding the bun. She took a bite and casually remarked, “The sauce flavor is too strong.”

“This is a sauce meat bun,” Jiang Weiran replied.

Could the sauce not be strong?

“Can you reattach a severed arm?”

Cheng Xi glanced at Jiang Weiran.

The astonishment on Jiang Weiran’s face hadn’t faded as he stared back at her.

Cheng Xi nodded. “Yes. Do you also have an arm that needs reattaching? But my consultation fee is expensive.”

“Who is Fan Jingsi to you?” Li Zhi’an asked Cheng Xi deliberately, word by word.

Cheng Xi’s expression didn’t even flicker at the name. “I don’t know him. It doesn’t matter.”

Yet, there was also someone named Fan Jingsi in this timeline?

Such a coincidence?

Jiang Boyu spoke up beside them, “Fan Jianzheng also has the skill to reattach severed limbs, but unfortunately, he is temperamental and rarely intervenes.”

Cheng Xi picked up another bun and stuffed it into her mouth, acting as if it was none of her business.

Li Zhi’an looked at Jiang Weiran. “Where is your severed arm?”

At this, Jiang Weiran turned and hurried outside, soon returning with his detached arm from the carriage.

The cut was dressed with medicinal powder and had already formed a scab. Though scabbed, the wound looked as if it were still alive—flesh and blood vivid and red—but without any bleeding, mirroring Jiang Weiran’s severed limb.

“How long has your arm been severed?”

“Two days.”

Two days?

Yet the wound looked as fresh as if it had just been cut.

Jiang Boyu’s expression grew grave as he looked at Cheng Xi. “Miss Cheng, is the powder on the wound yours?”

Cheng Xi nodded, silently blaming herself for speaking too soon; she should have waited until they were out of earshot.

Jiang Boyu examined the powder and said, “The blood of the four-eyed demon fox has the effect of reviving dead flesh.”

Was he suspecting she had caught the four-eyed demon fox and bled it to heal Jiang Weiran’s wound?

“You overestimate me, sir. I can’t catch any demon fox,” Cheng Xi said, pulling a porcelain vial from her sleeve. “This is a medicinal powder I formulated myself. You may smell it to see if it carries any demon fox scent.”

Jiang Boyu glanced at the captain, who stepped forward to take the vial, opened it, sniffed, then shook his head slightly.

Li Zhi’an said to Cheng Xi, “Catch a living creature.”

“Understood.”

Soon, the guards captured a chicken. Jiang Boyu’s hand raised a knife and swiftly chopped off its leg. After applying the powder, the bleeding stopped almost instantly.

Li Zhi’an furrowed his brow, about to speak when a voice suddenly came from outside, “Captain, the compass shows the scent of a demon fox three streets away.”

“Let’s go!” Li Zhi’an led his men and turned to leave.

In an instant, the room fell silent.

Jiang Weiran looked at the chicken on the floor, then at his severed arm, suddenly at a loss for words.

Cheng Xi actually possessed such skill?

Did the Cheng family know?

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