Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1297 - 577: Have a Drink

Xue Yunting entered the room and observed that her young lady’s complexion was as flushed as a ripe tomato, a sight that brought a hint of amusement to her lips.

Ever since their arrival at the An Mansion, their movements had been confined, yet the lady’s health showed daily improvement. However, the demeanor of the An Mansion residents towards their group was rather peculiar, causing them discomfort. The only exception was the young Monk who visited daily and treated them with kindness.

Setting down the warm water, Xue Yunting blinked.

"Young Miss, I’ve heard that monks from Zhongfu Temple are permitted to wed."

Ye Danshan immediately shot her a warning look.

"You’re teasing me again! How goes the search for our benefactor?"

Xue Yunting shook her head.

Their small group had journeyed to Thunder City, unfamiliar with both the locale and its inhabitants.

Despite their fervent desire to express gratitude to the benefactor who assisted them at the city gates, the benefactor’s whereabouts remained an enigma, leaving them feeling helpless.

The An Mansion residents had pledged to aid in the inquiry, but their current standing within the mansion... was rather precarious.

While they were considered guests, they were not permitted to leave the An Mansion freely, effectively living under a form of house arrest, confined to specific areas.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Ye Danshan suddenly found herself unable to suppress a fit of coughing, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, which, upon unfolding, revealed a stain of blood.

"Young Miss?!"

Xue Yunting was overcome with shock.

How could this be?!

The lady’s condition had been steadily improving, so why the sudden coughing of blood??

Yet, Ye Danshan appeared resigned to it, merely waving a hand dismissively.

She was aware of her own physical state.

Even with the care provided by the An Mansion, there was some betterment, but it was merely a fleeting respite.

She couldn't help but wonder, perhaps it was a trick of the mind, but her health seemed markedly better when the benefactor treated her at the city gate compared to her current state.

Since succumbing to the illness, the Night Cloud Sect had practically divested her of all privileges as the sect’s Holy Daughter. Had it not been for her mentor's clandestine communication informing her of someone capable of curing her ailment within the An Mansion in Thunder City, and arranging her safe passage, she might not have reached this place alive.

Yet, strangely... although her mentor's letter had reached its destination, the Head of the An Family had never once made an appearance to see her, only dispatching physicians periodically to manage her condition.

Indeed, merely to manage it.

Ye Danshan felt that her physical well-being had not seen genuine recovery.

"Allowing this situation to persist is not a viable path..."

Ye Danshan could distinctly feel that with the passage of time, her remaining days were dwindling. If she failed to discover a means of self-preservation, she might genuinely meet her end within the An Mansion.

The An Mansion, not a place to be relied upon.

If only she could establish contact with the female benefactor she had encountered at the city gate... perhaps her ailment could truly begin to mend?

Ye Danshan experienced a fleeting twinge of regret; she hadn't grasped that the serendipitous meeting at the gate held the potential to be her cure.

While her hopes had been pinned on the An Family all along, they appeared to harbor concealed malicious intent, holding her entourage in a state of gentle confinement.

Having deciphered certain truths, Ye Danshan steeled her resolve and spoke.

"Tinger, please go and summon Master Quan Heng back; I have matters I wish to entrust to him."

Through the interactions of the preceding days, Ye Danshan had cultivated a trust in the sincerity of the Monk from Zhongfu Temple.

Certain virtues are inherently genuine.

Ye Danshan placed confidence in her own discernment; that master was undoubtedly an individual possessing a profoundly kind heart, surely he would be willing to offer her salvation!

"Young Miss, you are unwell yet you persist in contemplating men." Xue Yunting, with a hint of playful banter, aimed to alleviate Ye Danshan’s anxious state.

Ye Danshan cast a sideways glance at her.

"Cease your jests and make haste!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Xue Yunting suppressed the apprehension in her eyes and quickly turned to depart.

She had been by the lady’s side since childhood, and witnessing the lady’s current precarious health condition pierced her heart like a knife, yet she dared not betray excessive emotion, lest it dishearten her lady.

Ye Danshan and Xue Yunting, though separated by the roles of mistress and servant, shared a bond akin to sisters, comprehending each other's subtle sentiments, neither wishing to cause the other undue worry.

However, with her vitality waning, she must muster her courage and enact decisive measures.

As Xue Yunting departed, a contemplative silence settled over Ye Danshan within the room.

Those from the Night Cloud Sect were entirely unable to depart from the An Mansion.

But the monk, Master Quan Heng of Zhongfu Temple, seemed to wield considerable influence within the An Mansion and moved about with freedom.

If it were him, perhaps he could venture beyond the An Mansion and assist in locating the benefactor’s whereabouts...

During their time residing at the An Mansion, Xue Yunting had observed that the estate resembled a vast vortex, with new guests arriving and taking up residence almost daily.

The convergence of people from all directions painted a scene akin to a grand festival, though an undercurrent of tension flowed beneath the surface.

Despite being one of the attendees, she hadn't received a formal welcome from the An family, and a disquiet had lingered since her arrival at An Mansion.

Ye Danshan's intuition was exceptionally keen.

Her inner voice warned her...

The An family was not a place to linger!

"Namo Amitabha."

A Buddhist incantation pulled Ye Danshan from her thoughts.

Her gaze lifted to the entrance, revealing a striking monk offering a greeting. In the next instant, a woman peeked out from behind the young monk, stretching onto her tiptoes.

"Baldy! This woman has no shame! Knowing we are fated, she still tries to seduce you!"

Xue Yunting's expression soured.

Master Quan Heng, whom she held in high esteem and admiration, carried the dignified aura of a master, despite his youthful appearance.