"Alright, alright..." Xiao Chongjing looked around the Study Room, "How do we grind the powder?"
"Crush it by hand," Xiao Yuchuan said with apparent rationale.
"I don't know internal strength, I can't crush it into powder."
Xiao Yuchuan glanced at the inkstone on the desk, "Use the inkstone to grind it."
Xiao Chongjing immediately complied, and while he was grinding the medicine powder without paying attention, Xiao Yuchuan pulled and moved the knife that had pierced through Xiao Chonghuan's body, causing Xiao Chonghuan, who was barely hanging on, to die from the painful slicing.
His eyeballs bulged with an unwilling death, his arms hung down, his whole body draped over Xiao Yuchuan.
Xiao Yuchuan didn't mention he had already died and pretended, instructing old Uncle Six Xiao Chongjing to sprinkle the medicine powder he had collected on the knife wounds on Xiao Chonghuan's front and back.
"Your father's bleeding stopped!" Xiao Chongjing felt slightly relieved.
