Chapter 13: Sister’s Got Medicine

Zixueta held medicine in her hand.

Before the two nobles spoke, she said: “Since you know I was hiding here and heard everything, let’s be open. I want to buy all your stuff. Not with money, but with my new medicine. Don’t believe me? I can find someone to test it.”

The nobles didn’t look down on her for her youthful appearance.

One asked: “Can I see what you’ve got?”

Zixueta handed it over without hesitation.

They sniffed the medicine.

One smiled: “Not bad. I thought you meant another kind of drug. We’re in trouble over drugs and medicine. How do you want to trade?”

Bai Mingliu’s eyes widened.

He watched Zixueta and said to the nobles: “Since it’s such a hassle, just pass my medicine off as fake drugs in trades. Act like you know nothing, just doing business.

My medicine mimics drugs, so users won’t suspect. They’ll think it’s drugs. Some are too far gone—this method can slowly restore their senses. Since the chef’s an issue, tell me the full story. I’ll handle your problem. I want details.”

The nobles hesitated.

One couldn’t help saying: “Fine, but it’s tricky. You’ll trade with him for us? Aren’t you afraid of trouble?”

Zixueta said calmly: “Not afraid. Just deal with me. If he comes to me, that’s perfect. I need money. Sell me your drugs. If you’re worried, don’t sell them yourselves—I’ll take them.

You sell the medicine to others. Addicts need drugs. I’ve given you the antidote. It’s up to you to do good and profit.”

The nobles agreed instantly: “Alright.”

Another noble overheard and approached: “How much?”

Zixueta opened her system, picked a random number, and said: “This amount, in credits.”

Bai Mingliu gasped.

He’d never seen so many credits!

His father, the king, never gave him that much.

The noble could afford it: “Done. I’ll transfer now. Goods for credits, hand in hand.”

He opened his system, selected the goods, and entered the quantity.

Zixueta clicked to pay online, and the medicine was sent.

The noble took the medicine, paid with drugs and extra money—not much in goods, but plenty in cash.

Zixueta got drugs and money.

Seeing her account grow, her lips curved slightly: “Pleasant cooperation.”

One noble studied her closely.

The one who received the goods took the medicine from the system, examining it: “Hmm? Isn’t this the ‘good stuff’ circulating among demon nobles recently?”

Zixueta didn’t know noble gossip.

Before she responded, someone yanked a hair from her head.

They rubbed it: “Huh? Your hair color’s natural?”

Another noble, one of the two, spoke: “Want to trade for something else?”

Zixueta shook her head: “No, I’m trading with others now.”

“You’re trading items for info, right?” he said, understanding.

“We don’t know much. That chef appeared suddenly, always by the king’s side. We don’t know their grudge, but he poisons the king. Knowing the truth, we can’t interfere.

Ask a few more—you’ll learn more. I suggest checking nobles at the dining tables. Some in the palace are the chef’s people. They know which dishes are safe.

Some food isn’t for guests—it’s placed specially, not for regular nobles. Check table signs. Numbers 1, 3, and 5 are in corners. Few notice those tables. Observe who goes there and talk to them.”

Zixueta nodded.

She didn’t ask why they knew so much but didn’t act.

With this info, she went to Bai Mingliu.

The nobles regrouped.

Zixueta and Bai Mingliu wandered elsewhere.

Seeing her seriously looking for tables 1, 3, and 5, Bai Mingliu said: “You trust them that much?”

Zixueta, eyeing the tables, said: “I trust them because they don’t want trouble. They know a lot but are too scared to act. That’s not evil like murderers or arsonists.

Cowardice is their flaw, but sharing this shows they’re not bad. Besides, can’t I ask others? If I can’t trust them, should I trust you?”

She looked at Bai Mingliu.

He avoided her gaze, head down, guilty.

He stayed like that briefly, then perked up: “Hey, didn’t you just trade with them? Destroy all the drugs you collected!”

Zixueta looked at him like he was an idiot: “Why listen to you? Stop profiting? Destroying all drugs needs a fortune even if I collect them all. You think if I destroy them, they won’t make more?”

Bai Mingliu saw her point, scratching his head sheepishly: “Oh, I didn’t think it through.”

But he added: “Still, if you take their drugs, they run out. Won’t that buy some time?”

Zixueta snapped: “Need you to tell me? I’ve got my medicine. I only paid for part of it. Oh, I’m out of materials for more medicine. I need to earn more.”

She scanned the area.

She headed toward a crowded spot.