It's rare to attend a festival to watch a dragon boat race and still encounter a dog-blood assassination attempt, especially the kind that's all about maneuvering behind the scenes. Song Ci felt her head was throbbing.
Nothing is more important than health. After a scare and then exerting herself to save someone, Song Ci only felt alive again once she lay on her own bed, and called Lin Qing over to check her pulse and perform acupuncture.
This old body can't just give out now.
"You finally care about your health," Lin Qing said, unusually talkative. "I heard you pulled off some so-called emergency rescue technique again?"
Song Ci sat up with a jolt and said, "Speaking of which, I need to clear something up with you."
"What's up, trying to make me take the blame again?" Lin Qing raised an eyebrow.
