Rebirth: The Blood Demon Empress Chapter 60 - Fate or Destiny

  Zi Xuan Hall Palace · Wang Yue Pavilion

  Sandalwood is faintly fragrant, blue smoke is slowly rising, a room full of fragrance is pleasant for people.

  Behind the round screen embroidered with a few red plum trees, she let down half of her long black hair, wearing white clothes as snowy, skin like condensed fat white jade, crystal clear and transparent, making people want to get close.

  "Qing Yi, go and see if the king has returned." The voice was like a yellow oriole singing in the valley, clear and pleasant to the ear, with slender fingers lightly plucking the strings of the zither to adjust the tone. Her face was as lovely as a peach blossom, her complexion as fresh as spring dawn.

  "Yes." The maid bowed and backed out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

  A cold wind blew in through the window, icy and sharp as a knife, cutting across her delicate cheek. A stinging pain shot through her face, causing Yu Yang to stop what she was doing, stand up slowly, and walk towards the window. Her long white dress was like the snowflakes outside, pure and simple, beautiful and unadulterated.

  "Unparalleled, it's clear that the dancer is thinking of you." She had been asleep for three years, and all her memories were stuck in that one year, on that one day. Many of those memories had become very vague and unclear.

  The moment I opened my eyes, I met the gentle and profound black pupils of my superior, Shi Wuxiong. Inside them seemed to be a thousand words that were complex and hard to understand, but ultimately turned into a warm hug.

  Quietly leaning in his arms, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, she felt that it was the most beautiful sound in the world, beating deeply on her heartstrings again and again.

  She opened her mouth to speak, but found that she couldn't make a sound, anxiety filled her small face, and her two small hands grasped his sleeve in distress, like a helpless child.

  "Wu Er, don't worry, you just slept for too long, that's why you can't speak, come on slowly, I'll be able to hear your voice." Situ Wuxiang gently stroked her hanging long hair, softly comforting.

  She carefully held his useful hand and drank water, a pair of bright big eyes staring at him without blinking, afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear from her sight.

  Day after day of sleep, she can't move, can't speak, but she can hear the sound, she can feel his gentle movements, just like she's still awake and standing by his side.

  For a long time, she tried to open her mouth and made a small, hoarse sound, like an extremely wronged child, pulling up her little head, no longer looking at Situ Wuxian.

  Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice was so unbearable, so unbearable that it could even be described as ear-piercing.

  "Wu Er, look at me. I've waited for three years and you're finally awake. You can open your eyes and look at me now. Do you know how happy I am? Don't worry, with practice, your voice will be as melodious as before. Now, let's practice walking together, okay?" If not for Leng Ziyue reminding him when she left, Situ Wuxiang would also have been enraged by this Wu Yang.

  Years of dormancy had caused her physical strength to degenerate almost completely, just like a newborn baby, everything had to be done slowly, from scratch.

  He has such patience that he can restore Wuyang to its former state.

  "Biting her slightly blood-colored lips, she finally managed to call out the name of Situ Wuduan."

  "Hehe, my little dancer can call out my name now, what great progress." Overjoyed, Situ Wusuo gently kissed her forehead and helped her get up from the bed. He spoke softly, "Hold onto my hand, walk slowly. The doctor said that as long as you practice with your heart, you'll be able to move around freely like before."

  "Mm." She nodded obediently, and with a faint smile, Wu Yang tightly grasped Si Tu's arm and started practicing. She didn't need to rest; she had to get better quickly.

  Time was passing minute by minute, second by second, until Lu Hu's voice came from outside the door. Only then did Situ Wujian help her to bed and rest, closing the door behind him as he stood outside talking with two subordinates.

  Although she didn't know martial arts, she had one skill that was very strong, and that was her hearing. Few people could match it. Even when they lowered their voices to speak, Wuyang still heard clearly.

  From their conversation, she could roughly analyze that the person who saved her was a woman and that she had also encountered trouble and needed Siu Mou Seung's help.

  A moment later, Situ Wusuo returned to the room as if nothing had happened, wanting to continue accompanying her in practicing walking, but she refused.

  "Wu Er..." The black eyes sparkled like stars, and Situ Wusuo looked at her with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was wrong with her.

  "None, none of you, your conversation... I've all heard it. That Miss Leng saved Wuyang's life, now she... she's in danger, you have to help her." Grabbing Situ Wuduan's hand, a pair of big eyes stared steadily into his, with some pleading.

  She knew in her heart that it was hard for Situ Wusuo to abandon her, who had just woken up. However, thinking of Lu Hu's words, she couldn't put down the heart that had been lifted. As a woman, she knew too well that chastity was more important than life itself.

  What if, Cold Xue Yue really exposed her skin at the birthday banquet of Princess Zi Jing, wouldn't that ruin her reputation for life, what would become of her in the future.

  "Sister, ..." Situ Wushuang lowered his black eyelids, and the words that Leng Zixiao said before she left appeared clearly in her mind again. She said there was a very faint fragrance in the air, which was likely to be the main cause of Wu Yang's life hanging by a thread. If he leaves the palace, the murderer is likely to strike again.

  He can help Leng Xueyao and also lure the snake out of its hole.

  "Musō, you take care of everything, I'll be fine." When she was asleep, she was conscious, although she couldn't move or speak, but her sensory awareness was very strong.

  A stranger with an unfamiliar scent had passed through the room, his movements were light, and after he left, the air always emitted a faint and shallow fragrance.

  Although she knew something was wrong, she couldn't do anything and couldn't even open her mouth to tell Situ Wujian that someone wanted to harm her.

  "Wu Er, you know." A flash of anger flickered in his black eyes, then disappeared. Situ Wusuo's hands grasped her shoulders tightly, "Sorry, I didn't protect you well."

  If she hadn't tried her best to save him, she wouldn't have fallen into a deep sleep for three years. Everything was his fault.

  "Musō, don't say that, it makes me sad. I feel like a stranger has entered the room, put something down and quietly left the room, but I can do nothing... I... I... Tears of crystal fell in strings, lifting up her tear-stained small face, not knowing how to express her emotions."

  "It's okay, I'll catch that person." Situ Wushuang hugged Wu Yang and patted her back to comfort her, lowering his voice: "From Leng Ziyue's words, I inferred that the person who attacked you should be someone by my side. Even if it's not a trusted person, it should be someone we're familiar with. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to attack. Apart from using the 'luring the snake out of its hole' method, for now, I don't have a better plan, but..."

  He didn't want to put her in danger again, that feeling of being on the verge of losing her would drive him crazy once more.

  Since the day of the bloody coup in the imperial palace of Beihanguo, he had learned everything except fear. It wasn't until he met her and fell in love with her that he truly understood what it meant to be afraid, holding her cold body in his arms.

  "Invincible, I'll be fine, you have to believe in your own abilities. That time was because you weren't by my side, it was because you didn't know that you were being deceived, which led to that result." Wu Yang stretched out her slightly cool small hand, cradling Sutu Invincible's face, her long eyelashes trembling lightly, pouring out word by word.

  Her hoarse throat no longer hurts from saying a single sentence, she can now speak normally, and she also believes that soon she will be able to walk on her own.

  She said she would spend her whole life by his side and never leave him.

  Even if we go to hell, we will still hold hands together.

  "You little fool." Situ Wusuo sighed softly, his thoughts only she could understand, no need for too many words, just a firm gaze.

  "I believe." A bright smile, a radiant and sparkling gaze like the stars in the night sky, "No one else, if I have the chance, I want to personally thank Miss Leng. She gave me a second life, making me realize how much I don't want to leave you."

  "There will be opportunities." Situ Wushuang blinked, her fingers weaving through her soft black hair.

  An icy hand had just reached the window when a fierce gust of wind blew it shut, sending the raised hair flying back to gently fall on her shoulders, bringing Wu Yang's thoughts back.

  She moistened her lips and tidied up her clothes, she had to take good care of herself, couldn't let Situ Wú Shuāng worry about her.

  Leng Xueyue, what kind of woman are you that can make Lu Hu and Qin Jin both speak up for you?

  Really miss you and want to see you.

  "Your Highness, you've just woken up and are worried about catching a chill. The king will be heartbroken." Qing Yi pushed open the door and gently placed the tray on the round wooden table, which was specially ordered by her to make a light porridge and some small dishes to help with digestion.

  The princess had just woken up and was not suitable for eating too much food, so she could only drink some porridge to nourish her spleen and stomach first, lest she have uncomfortable symptoms.

  "I just came to close the window." Wuyang turned around and smiled faintly. She found that Qingyi was getting more and more talkative.

  With both hands gently supporting Wangyang's arm, they slowly walked to the table and sat down. Qingyi smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "The princess should drink some clear porridge and eat some small dishes. I've made inquiries, and the prince will be back at most within an hour."

  The princess can't leave the king, and the king also can't leave the princess, it's great.

  "Mm." He nodded and picked up a bowl of warm porridge, eating it mouthful by mouthful.

  She wouldn't have the energy if she didn't eat, and even though she couldn't finish her food, she forced herself to eat more just to see Situ Wujian's satisfied and happy smile; as long as he was fine, everything she did was worth it.

  "Your Highness, I'll make your bed for you." The maid in green walked behind the screen and started making the bed.

  Wu Yang finished half a bowl of porridge, and from afar, she faintly heard footsteps approaching. Her heart tightened, and her hand holding the spoon trembled slightly. She had heard this sound before...

  It's that voice, he has come.

  "Qing Yi, come here for a moment." Suppressing the panic in her heart, Wu Yang called out to Qing Yi and intentionally asked loudly: "Qing Yi, can you tell me about Miss Leng's situation? Just consider it as chatting, Wang Ye hasn't returned from attending the princess's birthday banquet at the palace, I'm so bored."

  On the other hand, fingers stained with tea water wrote on the table 'there are bad people approaching'.

  "Oh, the princess wants you to know that all the slaves have told you." Standing stiffly, Qingyi's cold sweat dripped down, responding loudly.

  "Qing Yi, quickly go outside and wait for Wang Ye, tell him about the situation here, don't reveal any horse's hoof, trust me, I can handle it." Wu Yang whispered in Qing Yi's ear, then lightly coughed twice and continued: "You first go to the kitchen and prepare two plates of snacks, I also want to drink a bowl of clear congee."

  Hesitating in front of Wuyang, Qingyi didn't know whether he should leave or not. He bit his lip and said, "Yes."

  She met the gaze of Wang Yang, who was both resolute and warning, and finally gritted her teeth to open the door and walk out calmly. The bad guys were nearby, and if she showed even a hint of weakness, it would put the princess in danger. Qing Yi could only walk slowly down the corridor as usual, not daring to look back.

  Tears fell as I turned the corner, and I lifted up my skirt and started running wildly in the snowy ground.

  "Since you're here, why not show yourself and have a cup of good tea?" In the room, Yu Yang elegantly sat down on the stool, her snow-white sleeves wiping away the tea stains on the table, leisurely pouring herself a cup of clear tea, taking a sip.

  Outside the door, a black-clad masked man stiffened, and a flash of panic flickered in his sharp eyes.

  His movements have always been very careful, how did a woman without martial arts discover him, and one question mark after another appeared in his mind.

  Even though her back was already covered in layers of cold sweat, Wu Yang turned the teacup around, constantly telling herself to calm down, she must be able to drag out enough time, until Situ Wujian arrived by her side.

  Qing Yi has left, as long as she can delay the killer's action against her, her life will be guaranteed. "What, are you even afraid of me, a weak woman?"

  Taking a deep breath, her eyes were as calm and clear as a still lake, staring straight at the black-clad person who pushed open the door. Their eyes met, but neither of them gave in.

  "The Regent's Consort is quite bold." The man in black deliberately changed his tone, his hands clasped behind his back, seemingly gazing at Wuyang, but actually secretly observing whether there were any hidden dangers around.

  Worry-free powder, a toxin that has been lost for nearly a hundred years in the Jianghu, was obtained after going through countless hardships. He thought it was a foolproof plan to kill someone, but unexpectedly, he was defeated by Leng Ziyue, that yellow-haired girl.

  In order to be able to frequently enter and exit the Regent's palace, he personally killed the cook in the Regent's palace six months ago and replaced him himself, waiting for an opportunity to take the life of the Regent's wife.

  It's been half a year, unexpectedly.

  Situ Wushuang's protection of Wu Yang was almost watertight, and the only people who could get close to her and touch her were himself and his maid Qingyi.

  But he had no chance.

  Until he arrived at the Qi Yue State Palace, he finally succeeded.

  Having seen the task that had been lurking for half a year was about to be completed, it suddenly announced failure, how could he be willing. In terms of poisonous skills, he thought he was the best in the world and no one could surpass him.

  Leng Xue's needle technique was one of that person's ultimate skills.

  The Medical Saint and Poison Saint - Murong Cang, was someone he could never forget for his entire life.

  "You have come to take the life of this princess." A soft and weak female voice, not a question but an affirmation, a elegant and refined smile, a noble and elegant demeanor, pleasing to the eye.

  Wu Yang picked up a teacup, poured a cup of clear tea, and pushed it to the other side of the wooden table. Her eyes curved into a smile, but no one could tell what she was thinking.

  "Yes." A reply devoid of emotion, cold and stiff.

  "You've already checked, the people arranged by Wang Ye have all been solved by you. I'm just sitting here, if you want to kill me, it only takes a blink of an eye. Can you answer a few questions for Ben Wangfei?" The bright and clear eyes of Yu Yang met those sharp eagle eyes, and from his eyebrows and eyes, one could roughly guess his age. This person's hands must be stained with countless bloodstains.

  The eyes are too sinister and venomous, and also have a deep mind.

  "What do you want to know?" The Beihanguo had always been rumored, the regent queen was gentle and elegant, knowledgeable and talented, a stunning beauty like a willow swaying in the wind.

  From the moment he first laid eyes on Wu Yang, she was like a wooden puppet doll, sleeping there, regardless of how others manipulated her, she just slept soundly, beautiful as she was, but had lost her spirit.

  At this moment, talking to her, I realized that she was more courageous than others. While everyone else would be frightened and trembling with fear in his presence, she remained calm and composed.

  She is indeed a woman worthy of being favored by Regent Situ Wushuang, and she has the courage to share his honor and shame.

  "Even if I die, I want to die with a clear conscience. Was the poison in my body three years ago also administered by you? And who gave you the order to harm me again?" The fragrance of tea wafted through the air, and the tense atmosphere became even more eerie and oppressive after Wuyang asked these two questions.

  "You don't need to know who it is?" The man in black stepped closer and closer to Wuyang, just because of suspicion. Leaving Wuyang alone was the regent king's plan, and after observing for more than two hours, he dared to take action again.

  Situ Wushuang is the greatest threat. As long as he's not around, he has enough confidence to take care of the Regent Princess and return to Beihanguo to report for duty.

  "Heh heh, are you afraid? Is it worth being so scared of me, a weak woman with no strength to truss a chicken, or a woman who has just woken up and can't even walk steadily?" The face with a shallow smile was instantly filled with ridicule and disdain. Yu Yang looked away, not bothering to glance at him again.

  The two hands in the sleeves are tightly clasped together, the heartbeat is so fast, so urgent. Where are you, Wú Shuāng? The dancer is really about to collapse.

  "Afraid? Me? Of a dying person like you? What a joke." He hated being looked down upon, and he would have liked to crush all those who did so into dust.

  That woman also looked down on him and didn't even want to give him a straight glance.

  He hated women, thoroughly hated them.

  "Since you're not afraid, why don't you dare tell me who wants to take my life? Are you worried that you'll die here?" Wu Yang slowly stood up with her hands on the table, and she heard a familiar breathing sound - it was her Wuduan.

  Apart from this man, it would be difficult to find another person who knew the true intentions of the evil Siu Mou Seung, she had to seize this opportunity and extract everything she wanted to know.

  Remember, even if you die, don't reveal our secret, otherwise, you know the consequences best.

  "Die in peace!" The words were on the tip of his tongue, but another phrase that emerged from his mind made the man in black swallow his words back. A small dagger flew out of his sleeve and shot straight at Wuyang.

  At the moment when everything was about to be decided, a black cloak with a murderous aura flew towards the man in black. Situ Wuduan chopped open the dagger with one palm, and after several flips in mid-air while hugging Wu Yang, he stood in the courtyard of Wangyue Pavilion.

  Snow, still falling...

  "Your Highness, how are you?" The maid panted heavily, fortunately she had just run outside and saw Situ Wú Shuāng hurry back, otherwise, she really didn't know what would have happened.

  "I'm fine." Wu Yang leaned into Sutu Wushuang's arms, his heart at ease, and turned back to give Qingyi a gentle smile in response.

  Situ Wushuang supported Wangyang Station and said in a cold voice: "Take good care of the princess, I will meet him for a while."

  "Yes." Lu Hu and Qin Jin exchanged several rounds with the black-clad men, shielding Dance Sun behind them as they vigilantly observed their surroundings.

  In the blink of an eye, Situ Wusuo's arranged dark guards surged into the courtyard, surrounding the black-clothed men airtight in the middle, without leaving any gaps.

  "Heh heh, the Regent King is indeed the Regent King, it's something you had planned all along." The black-clad man's eyes sank, and he suddenly felt that he had miscalculated - how could he not have anticipated that Situ Wusuo would actually leave his queen alone in the palace?"

  If he had taken action after Situ Wushuang left the imperial palace, there wouldn't be so much trouble now.

  "What's going on?" Si Tu Wu Shuang's anger needed to be washed away with his blood, and when Qing Yi ran towards him crying, the feeling of self-blame almost made him collapse.

  If his dance goes wrong, then he will...

  "It seems that you are not very concerned about the princess either, and can even push her into danger, hypocrite." Eyes shining with sharp light looked around for a breakthrough.

  He is skilled in using poison, his martial arts can only be said to be ordinary, and when facing Situ Wushuang, he has no chance of winning.

  "The prince's concern for Wuyang is only clear to Wuyang himself, others have no right to comment." With a pale face, Wuyang stood beside Situ Wuduo, she could feel that he was angry.

  She shouldn't have risked her life to figure out who was behind it all and deliberately provoked the man in black, he was furious with her.

  "Wu Er, fall back." Situ Wuxiang's black eyes flickered upwards as he gave Qin Jin a signal. His body flashed and he proactively charged towards the man in black.

  A person who has repeatedly tried to put me in a desperate situation, how can he be lenient.

  "Be careful, Musou, he's skilled with poison." This was something she had picked up from him, and just as Wuyang's words fell, the black-clothed man suddenly scattered a handful of colorful poisonous powder.

  Situ Wushuang raised his sleeve, and after the poisonous powder had dispersed, he looked around to see if there were any remaining traces of the black-clad men.

  "Invincible, is anything wrong?" Disregarding his own body, Wu Yang rushed straight to Sutu Invincible, his eyes scanning him all over with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

  "I'm fine." A hint of a smile flashed in his dark eyes, able to escape the first day of school but not the fifteenth, this little trick he had learned from Bai Lixuan.

  Also don't know, the poison in his body has been solved.

  Although he had changed his face, the way he looked at Leng Ziyue and the temperament that could not be concealed made Situ Wuxian certain that the man who had blocked the poisonous arrow for Leng Ziyue was indeed Baili Chenyuan.

  As long as she is here, everything will be alright.

  "That's good... " As soon as his tense mind relaxed, Wuyang fainted.

  "Summon the imperial physician." Situ Wushuang's face turned dark as he scooped her up in his arms, and her still-unsettled heart skipped a beat once again.

  Looking at her pale face, he couldn't help but blame himself. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have risked her own safety to find the real culprit behind the scenes.

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  "Miss, he's lost a lot of blood, will...?" The stranger lying on the bed, although unfamiliar, was the one who had saved Leng Ziyue, and Xia Hua's words carried a few more concerns.

  This man, apart from being a bit taller and bigger in build, his face was completely unremarkable, yet somehow he attracted people's attention.

  Especially those eyes, especially charming.

  Even with eyes closed, it is intoxicating.

  "Xia Hua, don't talk nonsense." Dong Xue's heart was also anxious, she knew that Leng Ziyue was more anxious than them.

  If others are slightly kind to Leng Ziyue, she will repay them tenfold or even a hundredfold. How can she bear the kindness of saving her life?

  "Oh." He responded in a low voice, looking at Leng Ziyue's gloomy face, and subconsciously took a step back, not daring to speak again.

  Dian Buo stood at the door, watching Baili Chunxuan lying on the bed, his eyes fixed on him, and he felt that the man on the bed was not simple. After not sensing any other intentions from him, he maintained a watchful attitude.

  "Miss, everything you want is ready." Huah placed a basin of hot water on the stool in front of the bed and stared at Leng Ziyue with big eyes, knowing she was angry.

  Xia Hua and Dong Xue had met before, so they were not strangers.

  Wearing a mask, his face couldn't be seen, and the aura around him was also frightening. However, Hua didn't worry that he would harm her; someone with such clean eyes wouldn't be a bad person.

  Thinking that they all obeyed Leng Ziyue, Hua'er felt even more at ease. With someone stronger than her protecting the young lady, she was naturally delighted. If she could also learn some skills and not add trouble for Leng Ziyue, she would be even happier.

  "Alright, all of you get down, I'll take care of this." Leng Ziyue closed her eyes and coldly instructed.

  A surge of emotions suddenly emerged in her mind, making her feel uneasy and inexplicably annoyed.

  "Yes." A man and three women responded in unison, then exited the room one by one, standing guard outside, starting a dull game of staring at each other.

  Hua'er had many questions in her mind, but she was too embarrassed to ask. The young lady didn't take her to the princess's mansion, just worried that she would encounter danger, the man lying on the young lady's bed in the room, the blood flowing out was all black, it can be seen that he was seriously injured.

  At this moment, Hua'er was grateful that she hadn't followed him, otherwise, she might have dragged down Leng Ziyue and brought disaster upon herself.

  "What are you really after, Baili Chunyuan?" Leng Xueyao muttered to herself, her head lowered as she gazed at that pale face, a mix of emotions swirling inside.

  The first time they met, he gave her a harmonica.

  The second time they met, he asked her to drink from the River of Forgetfulness and promised to protect her completely.

  Only for love can one sacrifice their life to protect each other.

  The candlelight was dim, and Leng Lie's black clothes, stained with blood, were opened to reveal his thin chest. The wound on his shoulder had turned dark green and black, and the blood had congealed into a thick, tar-like substance that emitted a foul odor.

  Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. This poison, Master Murong Cang had told her before, was extremely vicious and ruthless, rarely used in the Jianghu, worth a thousand gold.

  It's no wonder it came from Princess Amethyst's hand.

  At least she has the value to use this poison.

  Just crippling one of her ears would be a punishment that's far too light; she was absolutely not going to let her off so easily.

  Looking at his face, Leng Xueyu had an idea that even she found surprising - to peel off the human skin mask and see what he really looked like.

  Her heart suddenly accelerated, her outstretched hand stopped less than three centimeters from his face, and she hesitated whether to continue or stop the action.

  Everyone has their own secrets that they keep hidden from others, so why does she have to tear off his camouflage and expose him to the whole world?

  She also has secrets and doesn't want others to know, why make things difficult for him.

  "Mother... mother... empress dowager..." Amidst the daze, Baili Qingyun grasped Leng Xueyan's hand and whispered softly, his entire forehead covered in cold sweat that dripped down like rain.

  Leng Xueyu leaned down, her face close to his lips in order to hear what he was saying clearly. Her hand, which had been about to pull away, hesitated for a moment before finally allowing him to hold it.

  His mother was the former Empress Chu Ningning, a beauty who captivated the city and the country. When Empress Chu passed away, Baili Chenxiang had just been born, yet he would softly call out to his mother in his dreams, what kind of mother-son bond was that?

  In her past life, although she had a father and mother, she couldn't feel any familial love.

  Her father rarely spoke, except when teaching her music, he was exceptionally strict and focused.

  The mother can only see her shadow when she eats every day, and occasionally when she is sick and needs someone to take care of her.

  All along, she thought she was alone, living a solitary life.

  Baili Chenyuan seems to be just like her, so lonely and desolate, wanting to find a dependence, but can't get it.

  Heart, faintly aching, heartache for him, also heartache for myself.

  "Xiao Yue'er..., what are you thinking about?" Immersed in her own thoughts, Leng Xueyue didn't notice that she was being quietly gazed at by a pair of gentle black eyes.

  Baili Chenyuan opened his eyes to find himself holding Leng Xue's small hand, while she sat beside him in a daze, her little mouth pouting slightly, looking adorable and tempting.

  His throat was a bit sore and his words were not smooth, seeing her staring at him blankly without reaction, he couldn't help but say: "Xiao Yue'er, can you give me a sip of water?"

  If he doesn't get water soon, I'm afraid he won't die of poisoning but of thirst.

  "Mm." Nodding, Leng Xueying got up and poured a glass of water from the table, handing it to Baili Chuan Yun.

  He blinked weakly, Baili Chunyuan didn't make any movement, but pitifully stared at Leng Ziyue with big eyes full of pleading, "My hand can't move."

  The meaning is obvious, feed me!

  Leng Xue's face turned black, and after returning, she found it strange that the guy's heartbeat had disappeared, except for the black blood flowing out of his body, there was no sign of poisoning at all.

  Fainting was also beyond her expectation, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

  "Xiao Yue, I'm almost...," Bai Li Chen's eyes twitched slightly at the corners, what was bothering her that made her so lost in thought, and why did she look at him with such a strange gaze.

  He can't help but feel a chill down his spine and wants to run away.

  Leng Xueyu helplessly rolled her eyes, she really wanted to slap the man lying on her bed to death. The scoundrel was eating her food and sleeping in her bed.

  "You're not poisoned." It's not a question, but an affirmation.

  If it weren't for meeting Baili Chuyan, this man with a special physique, Leng Xueyao would have almost thought that all the medical and poisonous techniques she had learned were useless.

  "Xiao Yue'er, do you know..." Bai Li Chenyan lowered his black eyelashes, and the curled-up eyelashes trembled lightly, like a small fan that tickled people's hearts.

  "I don't know anything, I'm not familiar with you." Irritated, she cut him off. If she hadn't been poisoned, then what was she blaming herself for? If her mental strength hadn't been depleted too much, she wouldn't have dodged that short arrow.

  Baili Chenyuan let out a light cough, a mouthful of air stuck in her chest, she couldn't spit it out nor could she hold it back. Her already pale face turned even redder, and finally the air burst out of her mouth.

  He and she aren't familiar with each other?

  It turned out that she had been thinking so in her heart all along.

  "You——" Leng Ziyue was taken aback, staring at the skirt stained with bloodstains, her expression complex and unclear.

  "Xiao Yue, do you dislike me that much?" Bai Li Chenyuan forced himself to sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard, as a sharp pain surged through his chest, gradually seeping into his bones. Compared to the pain of being pierced by a short arrow, her careless words were even more agonizing, making him feel like he was going to die.

  Since when did he care about her more than his own life?

  For her, he forgot his mission, just to protect her completely.

  "Not bad." Leng Xueyue averted her gaze, saying that he wasn't unpleasant to be around, and instead felt somewhat drawn to him.

  The words behind, she can't say it out loud, and can only put them in her heart, letting them slowly rot.

  "Hehe..." Lowering his head, Baili Chenguang let out a bitter laugh. He returned to his shell, not wanting to come out and cause trouble for others, annoying them instead. "In that case, I won't disturb you."

  There were many things he wanted to say to her, but didn't know where to start.

  He dragged his body out of bed, and Baili Chunxuan's face had a faint, distant smile, polite yet aloof, like a porcupine, difficult to get close to.

  Another slight cough, staggering and taking two steps, almost fell to the ground.

  "What are you doing?" Leng Ziyue supported his tilted body, the blood from the wound staining her fingertips, scalding her to the point of tears.

  She likes blood, the more vibrant the color is, the more she likes it. The thick black blood between her fingers still emits a foul odor, why does it make her heart ache like a knife and hurt abnormally.

  There is only one crazy idea, hold him tightly and never let go.

  If she wasn't crazy, how could she have such thoughts.

  "Return to your own home, I won't bother you again. Even if I'm hurt, I won't stay by your side, as long as you're fine, that's all that matters."

  Baili Chenyuan's eyes were blurry and unclear, everything he looked at would turn into two shadows. He shook his head and tried to steady himself.

  "For Pete's sake, even if you want to leave, let me bandage your wound properly. You've got me all bloody and it's disgusting." She pushed him onto the bed, ripped open his clothes, and with swift movements, Cold Zhiyue opened the medicine box, took out a few silver needles to stop the bleeding, and wrung out a handkerchief to clean him up.

  Her movements were gentle and rhythmic, as if following a certain rule. Baili Chunxuan sat obediently on the edge of the bed, not moving at all, allowing Leng Yuxiao to take care of everything for him.

  Until a cool feeling came from his shoulder, he lowered his head and asked: "What is this, really fragrant?"

  "Poison." With a displeased low growl, Leng Xueyu furrowed her brow and glanced at the clothes on the ground that could no longer be worn. In a cold voice, she said: "Go to the bedroom, I've told Dian Qi to buy new clothes."

  "Xiao Yue'er wouldn't be so heartless, since childhood, I've been steeped in poison and grew up with it, ordinary poisons can't harm me. It's just that once my body is injured and bleeds, it will lead to insufficient qi and blood, which is why I fainted." Looking at Leng Ziyue's back, Baili Chenyuan softly explained.

  In a daze, he felt her wanting to lift the human skin mask off him, but in the end she gave up.

  Then he took her hand.

  She knew she was afraid, she was uneasy, he just wanted to be close to her, didn't want to let her leave him so far away, he would take care of her, protect her, pamper her, and cherish her.

  As long as she is willing to give him just one more chance.

  "Mm." Leng Xueyue's footsteps paused for a moment, and she responded in a low voice as she opened the door.

  Leaning gently against the pillow, Baili Chunxuan finally calmed down and took in the decor of the entire room. This was his first time entering Leng Ziyue's boudoir. The simple yet elegant arrangement, filled with fragrance, made one feel refreshed and invigorated.

  The corners of his mouth curled up with a faint smile, he was actually lying on her bed, the bridge of his nose filled with her scent, a familiar breath that made him feel exceptionally at ease.

  Time was ticking away, second by second. He, who had lost too much blood, began to feel drowsy and soon fell asleep with his head tilted against the pillow, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

  "Miss, the clothes are ready." Di Bao handed over the clothes he had just rushed out to buy, who would go to the fabric store in the middle of the night to buy only one piece of clothing.

  Only the young master of his family could come up with something like this.

  "Uh-huh." Taking over the clothes, Leng Xueyu glanced at them and said, "You all go back to your rooms and rest. If there's anything, I'll call for you myself."

  "Yes." The four of them lowered their heads, exchanged a glance, and quickly ran off.

  They think there's something subtle between you and that man, seems a bit unusual, heh!

  "Baili... " Baili Xueyu had just opened her mouth when she saw that Baili Chenyuan was already fast asleep, without a hint of vigilance, and was soundly sleeping on her bed.

  She couldn't help but slow down her movements, walking to the bedside, carefully supporting his body and letting him lie on the bed, pulling up the quilt to cover him, lost in thought.

  "Xiao Yue'er..."

  A low, soft whisper seemed to swirl around her ears like a magical sound, and the clear eyes flashed with panic. Leng Ziyue stood up in shock, took a deep look at Baili Chuyan, and ran out hastily.

  What's wrong with her? Why did she run away?

  Leng Xueyue, what's wrong with you?

  She kept asking herself over and over again, why did she inexplicably reincarnate into another world, and why did she have a different feeling for him alone? She felt heartache for him, wanted to understand him, even cared about him, and wanted to protect him.

  It's either fate or destiny.

  In the dark of night, like a ghostly figure, scarlet clothes flashed across the sky like red light, disappearing bit by bit.

  She didn't know where she was going, all she knew was that she needed to vent.

  Who can give her direction, who can give her an answer.

  What does he mean to her after all?

  Digression

  Sorry, recently I've been posting articles a bit late, around 9 pm or later, sorry about that.