Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

Fangcao Province is in the wet flood season, with turbulent rivers and continuous heavy rains. As the lord of the state, Yang Xiangsi personally led his entourage to inspect the canals and dams in the state.

The people had suffered from the rule of Yingtu for a long time. They had not seen such a people-friendly official in decades. What was more, they felt relieved when they saw that the newly appointed governor had a pair of small feet, running around in the mud.

The Xuanwu General stationed in Nanxiang was a good man, but he often didn't smile, seemed particularly majestic and unapproachable.

This Governor Xin was a kind and smiling man. Because of his compassion, he often helped the common people. People privately called him "Little Guanyin".

These two new officials, one upright and dignified, the other kind and flexible, applied both warm and cold methods. As a result, this vast Fangcao State remained utterly peaceful, without the slightest sign of rebellion.

It was raining heavily, pouring all the way. Yang Guanyin was wearing a straw hat as thin as a naan bread, and raindrops slid down her raincoat. She was wet all the way back to the mansion given by the government.

Next to her was a minor official whom she had promoted from the bottom, named Lin Sangbiao. He was a big and strong man, full of strength, but also a careful and calm person.

When the concierge saw Governor Yang returning home at night, he quickly opened the door with a lantern and pointed the way. "Governor Yang has been busy again today. You must change into dry clothes when you come back. Nanny Kong has prepared hot water and ginger soup."

Yang Guanyin agreed with a smile. Lin Sangbiao said nothing and held the lantern for Yang Guanyin to light the way at night.

The rain became lighter. The violent downpour just now suddenly turned into raindrops as big as soybeans, hitting the orange tree in the yard. The candlelight in the house illuminated the darkness, with a layer of faint light.

Yang Guanyin stood still in the corridor, took off his straw hat and raincoat, and handed them to Lin Sangbiao who was following him.

"Nanxiang has been reporting flood disasters in previous years. You and Lin Gui have been accompanying me on patrol for more than 20 days. Tomorrow you will take a day off and the next shift will take over. At the end of the month, Grandmother will give extra hard work pay to those who have been on duty during this period."

Lin Sangbiao was very silent. The huge scar across the bridge of her nose made everyone around her stay away from her. She had been too lazy to talk since she was a child.

"I will tell them."

She was also unusually tall. When opening the doors of ordinary people's houses, she had to bend down to avoid hitting her head. Sometimes she was bumped by someone if she wasn't paying attention, and she would often lower her head when it hurt.

Seeing that she was good at math and knew the most words among the gatekeepers, Yang Guanyin cultivated her. By chance, she learned that Lin Sangbiao would work as a part-time worker in a blacksmith shop in his spare time to earn money to take care of his seriously ill sister at home, so she invited a doctor to treat her.

"The doctor received your sister's handwriting the other day, and praised it highly when he came back. I saw the handwriting and didn't expect that even though she was bedridden, her handwriting was quite good, quite like Madam Wei's style in the past. If she is willing in the future, I would like to recruit her as a clerk to fill the vacancy in the government office."

When Lin Sangbiao heard this, he just nodded silently, thanked Yang Guanyin softly, bid her farewell, and then walked out through the corner door.

The governor's mansion was built according to the rank of a fourth-rank official in the imperial court. It was spacious and bright, and occupied a good location. The former governor was a corrupt official who exploited the people. He was also one of Yingtu's most obedient dogs, who exploited the people and then offered them as tribute to Yingtu.

Yang Guanyin had been in office for less than three months when she spent fifteen days reading the personal account books of the former governor. After the war, everything was in ruins and the government was short-staffed, so she posted a notice to recruit talented people.

After changing into dry clothes, the maid brought ginger soup and dinner into the room.

Yang Guanyin was short of people and money at the moment, so he lived a simple life. He had experienced good days before, but the feeling of holding his life in his own hands was something he had never experienced before.

The people loved her, and at that moment, she felt that her originally sinister purpose had become somewhat distorted.

"Young Master, the little sister of the Lin family is quite interesting. I have never seen such an optimistic seriously ill patient."

After Bo Luohui learned that Yang Guanyin had run away from Yaowang Valley, he followed her back to Nanxiang overnight.

At this time, he changed into the coarse cloth clothes worn by the local people of Nanxiang, and learned the local dialect quickly and well, just like a Nanxiang person.

Yang Guanyin ate in silence, listening to Bo Luohui's detailed explanation of Lin Sangbiao's younger sister's illness.

Putting down her chopsticks, she also frowned, and her brows became more and more solemn as Bo Luohui spoke.

Bo Luohui still played the role of the young master's little follower, doing her best. She handed a yellowed transaction document to Yang Guanyin.

"Little Sister Lin's disease is difficult to cure. I guess it's a stubborn disease she had since childhood. If I want to cure her, I must use a strong medicine. However, based on Little Sister Lin's physical condition, I'm afraid she won't be able to make it."

Yang Guanyin had some knowledge of pharmacology. Looking at the receipt for the purchase of precious medicinal materials, she said, "I want the Lin sisters to work for me wholeheartedly. This money should be spent."

She carefully examined the transaction receipt and found the handwriting familiar. When Bo Luohui held up the fan with Lin Xiaomei's inscription, she suddenly realized what was going on.

"Where did you get this receipt?"

The receipt was yellowing and the seal on it was not from Yaowang Valley. The medicinal materials recorded on it were precious. This piece of paper alone was equivalent to Yang Guanyin's ten-year salary.

"Didn't General Xuanwei go to suppress bandits a few days ago? I'm good friends with her adjutant, so she took me along to broaden her horizons. This document was found in the den of bandits during the last suppression. Judging from the year number, it's from three years ago. It's very similar to Lin Xiaomei's."

Bo Luohui went down the mountain twice, and his love for watching fun was completely opened. He especially loved playing with girls of the same age.

At first, Yang Guanyin was worried that she was being arrested on the orders of the old valley master, but when she saw Bo Luohui playing around, her nervousness subsided a little.

She wanted to see how far she could go, and if she were placed in the same environment as men, could she accomplish more outstanding feats than men.

"Nanxiang is a place with many mountains, forests, hills, rivers and swamps, and many lawless people are causing trouble for the area. This group of bandits and pirates trade at the night market in Nanxiang every year, exchanging stolen goods for money to buy cloth, food, and people. Last time, I killed a close follower of the Shen family. Following him, I found some major cases of human trafficking."

Nanxiang is in chaos, and Yang Guanyin is anxious to hire people, but she will also investigate the subordinates of these people. She must check them thoroughly, because these people will be her right-hand men in the future, and they cannot make any mistakes.

"Little Sister Lin might be one of the children that the Shen family abducted back then. As for Lin Sangbiao, this name is probably fake too."

Yang Guanyin took the ginger soup and took a few sips. The spicy taste lingered on the tip of her tongue.

"The bandits in the Dead Man's Den have not yet found the escaped young leader. General Xuanwu is busy fighting bandits all over the mountains these days. With her violent temper, all the bandits will be executed on the spot."

"I don't know any young master of the den of the dead or the living."

When Yang Guanyin's heart was cut open, it was still black.

She rolled the receipt into her sleeve and handed her badge to Bo Luohui.

"Lin Sangbiao is both civil and military, and I am in need of such a person. Take this and go to the accountant in the mansion to get the money."

"Well."

Bo Luohui was used to coming and going without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Yang Guanyin lowered her head to drink ginger soup, thinking about something in her mind. The porcelain bowl in her hand reflected a snow-white figure, but the candlestick on the side did not move at all.

"On the way back from worshipping the ancestors, I heard people say that Fangcao Prefecture finally had a governor who was like Guanyin, honest and caring for the people. I knew it was you the moment I heard it."

A hoarse voice sounded, and the person who came was the former owner of Tianji Pavilion, Kang Hu, who was well-known in the martial arts world.

A snow-white fox mask sparkled with diamonds, and around his neck hung a necklace of human heads carved from white jade, even more than the one he wore last time. The bodhi seeds in the middle had begun to sprout after being exposed to the rain.

The hand wearing snow-white gloves was holding a large bag of snacks wrapped in oil paper.

She was dressed in mourning, with a three-foot-long sword at her waist that smelled of blood. She looked at Yang Guanyin with a smile.

When Yang Guanyin saw the person coming, she was obviously startled and stood up quickly.

"I thought you died outside. There's no news at all."

Yang Guanyin was afraid that she couldn't hear him, so she took a few steps towards her, with tears in her eyes as if she were meeting an old friend again.

She reached out and slapped Kang Hu on the shoulder.

Kang Hu staggered a little after being hit, and she lowered her head and smiled. Her voice was still unpleasant and rough.

"There are a lot of things going on at the villa, and Lian Ji can't handle it all by herself. I only have time to congratulate you now. Although it's three months late, please don't mind."

Yang Guanyin was a little sad. It was like she was suddenly back to her childhood when Yang Chuanchu was still alive and everything was fine.

She touched the gorgeous and expensive mask on Kang Hu's face, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"I do not mind."

Her eyes were red from crying. Kang Hu put down the snacks and wiped her tears for the second time.

The first time I wiped her tears was the day Yang Tingting died. The pain of losing a loved one, at the moment of her death, was like a huge thorn that nailed her heart. She felt excruciating pain, but still could not die.

She carries a deep blood feud and hopes to restore her family.

As for Yang Guanyin, her mother hopes that she can live well.

"Everything will be fine. It's all over."

Yang Guanyin's tears fell like beads that had broken off the string, wetting her clothes.

"As a friend, I don't have anything to give you. When Liu Jun was alive, he bought several mines in Nanxiang. He said he wanted to buy an iron mine. I went to check it out a few days ago and found gold underneath. There is also gold in the other mines. Consider this a gift."

She took out a wooden box from her bosom, which contained some bills.

"I saw the notice outside the government office when I came here, and I know you are short of staff. I will recommend a few capable people to you. You can decide whether to use them or not."

She pulled out another list from her bosom.

Yang Guanyin's tears, which had been held back, began to fall again as she watched Kang Hu put out the things she needed most.

"If you keep crying, Yang Jun will be sad to see you. If she knows that you are doing well, she will be relieved in her grave."

Kang Hu picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of ginger soup, took off his mask, and drank it in small sips.

He acted as if he was not at all shy and this was his home.

The raging fire burned down most of Cangjian Villa, and the young Kang Hu was almost burned to death. The scars left by the fire covered his entire face, his eyelids were turned outward, and none of his facial features were intact.

Back then, Kang Le braved the fire to carry her out, and both mother and daughter were burned beyond recognition by the flames.

The most serious one was Kang Le, who was blinded by the smoke and had his lungs injured. He died after only three years, leaving behind only the young Kang Hu.

Yang Guanyin lowered her eyes and looked at Kang Hu's gloved hands, which were also covered with burn marks. Yang Chuanchu had to use a knife to cut open the burnt flesh, and took great pains and used the best medicine in the world to save these hands.

"When you rebuild Cangjian Villa, I will come to congratulate you in person."

Kang Hu put the mask back on and smiled, "I'm waiting for that day. When the time comes, I'll take out the amber wine that Liu Jun buried under the cold pond, and we'll drink it again like we did when we were kids. Everything will be better in the future."

Kang Hu stayed for a short while and then left quickly, like a lightless ghost, floating here and there.

Yang Guanyin looked at a white shadow on the roof in the distance.

Kang Hu didn't hold an umbrella, so she was drenched in the slanting cold rain, and disappeared silently and gradually.

She knew that Kang Hu had not been living a good life in the past ten years. Ever since Cangjian Villa was cleared out by the imperial court, Kang Hu had not had a good life.

The old Pavilion Master was not easy to get along with. Originally, the Tianji Pavilion was no different from the Poison Sect.

Only after Kang Hu killed the old Pavilion Master did Tianji Pavilion gradually get better.

If the two ladies Liu Kang knew about this, they would probably be heartbroken.

Kang Hu always acts as if nothing has happened. He never shows his scars to others, nor does he complain to those around him.

She was afraid of revealing her flaws and being killed by her enemies, and she was also afraid of making the people around her who cared about her sad.

She is always strong and carries a heavy burden.