Murim's Weakest Princess

If not for Grandpa Jin’s help, Anji would have woken up with an aching headache from the alcohol she drank last night. Unfortunately, the girl could not recall much that happened after she drank half the cup of alcohol. Her memories remained fuzzy no matter how hard she tried to think.

"What happened after I fell asleep at the dinner table last night?" Anji quickly asked Gu Ying, who entered with breakfast. Mingshen was still soundly asleep in the other room.

Truthfully, even Gu Ying had no idea. Mingshen’s discussion did not last very long, contrary to her expectations. However, she felt a disturbance in the air that was unmistakably Sect Leader Bai’s. Whatever they were discussing had taken a bad turn. When Mingshen returned to the room, his legs gave out as soon as he closed the door behind him. Gu Ying had just tucked Anji into the bed after helping her to shower when she saw the young master in a pale state, full of cold sweat.

"I don’t know," she replied truthfully. "The young master briefly conversed with Sect Leader Bai before he returned. I bathed and tucked you into bed. Nothing else happened at night. The security at Golden Halo Hotel is great."

Again, with the secretive adult matters. Anji sighed. However, if they did not want to tell her what they were planning, it was not Anji’s place to ask. After all, she was the weakest princess known to everyone. Even non-cultivators were stronger than her.

"What are we going to do today?" she asked. It was still dark outside even though it was morning. Even after waking up, Anji was still feeling sleepy when she realised the sun would not rise.

Smiling slightly, Gu Ying told Anji to freshen up and eat breakfast first. They would explore the rest of the Eternal Night Valley later with Sect Leader Bai, who was not known to be an early riser. Afraid her young mistress would be bored, Gu Ying retrieved the medical journals Anji brought along. It was the last volume of unorthodox medical skills that Doctor He gifted Anji before she left. Detailed writings about Doctor He’s personal attempt at surgery were included. Anji swore never to reveal its contents because cutting open a living person was still considered witchcraft to many, even if it could save lives.

Two hours passed as Anji read and practised her daily cultivation breathing in the room. Mingshen eventually woke up an hour before and joined her in meditating. Gu Ying watched over the children and looked at the dreary town outside the window. Despite the bright lanterns, it felt off-putting not to see the sun all day. If not for the large hourglass in the room and the timekeeper’s bell tolling, she would not know it was ten in the morning.

Knock! Knock!