Morning Sickness

Since Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan set fire to the Library Pavilion, they had behaved themselves quite a bit after getting out of the forbidden grounds.

However, Luo Qingyu was the one who suffered in silence, unable to voice her grievances.

The moment Ye Qiao finished copying her share of the burned ancient volumes, Steward Yu approached Luo Qingyu on the pretext of some high-sounding excuse.

“Since the Junior Sister caused the trouble, it is only natural for the Senior Brother to bear the responsibility.”

Luo Qingyu looked down at what Ye Qiao had written on the table. The handwriting was so messy it looked like ghost talismans.

The corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she silently grumbled in her heart, With handwriting like this, it’d be a miracle if anyone could read it!

In the end, it was only with 007's help that Luo Qingyu finally finished copying the entire set of damaged ancient volumes.

She had spent two whole days copying, her hand nearly breaking. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, as if her mind were stuffed to the brim with knowledge.

But on the bright side, she wouldn't have to trouble Second Senior Brother anymore when refining artifacts and engraving spell arrays in the future.

Steward Yu looked at the neat and orderly handwriting on the paper, nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at Luo Qingyu, who was slumped motionless over the table.

“Alright, you may leave.”

Hearing this, Luo Qingyu was ecstatic. She could finally see the light of day again.

Just as she walked to the courtyard entrance, she saw Ye Qiao standing there, looking around as if searching for someone.

Luo Qingyu quickly stepped forward and asked softly, “What's wrong, Junior Sister? Who are you looking for?”

Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Qiao turned her head, holding a fist-sized black pill in her hands.

She held it out directly to Luo Qingyu, her eyes full of anticipation. “Fourth Senior Brother, this is a pill I just refined. Why don't you taste it and see how it is?”

The moment Luo Qingyu leaned closer, she caught a whiff of something that smelled like canned herring that had been buried for years. She quickly took half a step back and waved her hand frantically.

“Blegh... Junior Sister, quickly take... cough... take that thing away! How on earth did you... blegh... create such a chemical weapon?”

Ye Qiao froze, looking down at the pill in her hands with a slightly aggrieved expression. “Does it really smell that bad?”

Seeing her aggrieved look, Luo Qingyu's heart softened again.

She immediately took out a bag of spirit stones from her space ring and stuffed it into Ye Qiao's hands. “Here, Junior Sister. Take this and go bother the other senior brothers.”

Looking at the spirit stones in her hands, Ye Qiao's eyes lit up, and she happily agreed, “Alright, Fourth Senior Brother! I'll get going then!”

With that, she cradled the foul-smelling pill and skipped away.

Luo Qingyu let out a sigh of relief as she watched Ye Qiao recede into the distance.

Thinking of that pill that smelled like canned herring, she couldn't help but dry-heave again.

At that moment, 007 emerged from the system space. Seeing its host's deathly pale face, it couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked.

[Host! I only looked away for a moment, how did you end up like this? Could it be morning sickness?]

The emotions Luo Qingyu had barely managed to calm instantly shattered. She flew into a rage on the spot. “007, screw your morning sickness!”

007 looked completely blank. [Host, we systems do not have uncles.]

The moment those words fell, Luo Qingyu's vision went black, and she fainted on the spot.

[—Ahhh!]

[Host, why did you faint?!]

On this day, except for Senior Brother Zhou Xingyun, the other four's world of suffering was complete.