As soon as the words fell, a hidden weapon suddenly flew over with a strong killing intent.
The two quickly dodged and looked back in shock.
Xiao Chizhan, dressed in white, walked around from the archway, his posture tall and straight.
His deep red eyes looked at the two lightly, and the slight curve of his lips was somewhat chilling.
"What is the Crown Prince saying?"
Xie Beihan smiled provocatively, "Hmm, I heard that in the Southern Border, there is something called Buddha's Heart Powder—"
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chizhan interrupted him.
"Since the Crown Prince likes those things from the Southern Border so much, why not turn around and conquer the Southern Border." After speaking, he directly beckoned to Ye鸾, "Luanluan, come here."
Ye鸾 walked towards him slowly upon hearing this.
She was a little puzzled in her heart, Buddha's Heart Powder? What is that?
Why did Xiao Chizhan's expression seem a little off.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
Xiao Chizhan took her hand, "Let's go eat first."
He pulled her to leave. As they were about to exit the courtyard, he looked back at Xie Beihan under the corridor with a sinister gaze, filled with warning.
Xie Beihan sneered and strode away.
While eating, Ye鸾 discussed with Xiao Chizhan that she wanted to stay and observe for a few days. If there were no signs of the illness recurring, they would leave.
Lu Feibo's illness was too serious; she was afraid something might go wrong.
"If you are in a hurry, you can return to Daliang first."
Upon hearing her words, a cold glint flashed in Xiao Chizhan's lowered eyes, which quickly disappeared.
"He has already taken the medicine, so he should be fine now."
If it were before, after taking the medicine, he would definitely be able to last for another year or so. However, after coming this time, she found that the Frost Sickness had already spread. She didn't know how long he could last and needed further observation.
Moreover, this prescription could only delay the onset of the Frost Sickness; she had no clue about the cure.
"Let's observe for two more days. If his physical condition improves, then this medicine should be fine. We can leave then, alright?"
Hearing this, a malicious killing intent flashed in Xiao Chizhan's heart.
"I'll do as you say."
Ye鸾 hummed and tentatively asked, "By the way, Your Highness, what is this Buddha's Heart Powder that Xie Beihan just mentioned?"
Her eyes, like shining obsidian, stared directly at him, as if trying to glean something from his expression.
Xiao Chizhan calmly served her food.
"I don't know much about it; it's probably a medicinal powder produced in the Southern Border."
Ye鸾 squinted slightly, staring at his expression, and said nothing further.
After dinner, Xiao Chizhan insisted on staying in her room. She sat on the soft couch reading, and he lay on her lap with a military book.
Ye鸾 felt her legs going numb.
"Get up and lie over there."
Hearing this, Xiao Chizhan sat up, squeezed to her side, and pulled her into his embrace, continuing to read.
Ye鸾 frowned and held the book against his chest.
"Go over there, or go back to your room."
"It hurts—"
He buried his head in her neck and refused to move.
Ye鸾 looked at the wound on his shoulder bleeding, and put her hand to her forehead, "Get up, your wound has split open."
"Luanluan, it hurts so much."
"Then hurry up and get up, I'll treat your wound."
Her tone turned stern, and she glared at him fiercely.
Xiao Chizhan, smelling the faint fragrance of her body, couldn't help but lick and suck on her neck. Sensing her stiffness, he immediately sat up obediently.
Ye鸾 gave him a cold glance, said nothing, got up to fetch the medicine box from outside. When applying the medicine and bandaging his wound, she maintained a cold expression and didn't look at him.
Xiao Chizhan narrowed his eyes slightly, appraising the clean and fair little face in front of him.
"Luanluan, are you angry?"
Ye鸾 said nothing and roughly tore off the bandage with a "ziz la" sound.
"Don't be angry anymore, how about you kiss me back."
Kiss your head!
Ye鸾 glared at him inwardly, roughly bandaged his wound, and sat aside.
"Luanluan, my shoulder hurts, I can't lift it, can you help me tie my belt?"
"Your Highness, how did you dress the day before yesterday, just put it back on that way."
Xiao Chizhan said, "But it's just been bandaged. If it bleeds again, you'll be distressed."
Ye鸾 gave him a disgusted look. Why did she feel that Xiao Chizhan's skin was getting thicker and thicker?
She said nothing, got up directly, and walked outside.
"Where are you going?"
He quickly reached out and grabbed her.
Ye鸾 turned back, "I'll find a maid for you to properly help you get dressed."
Xiao Chizhan, "----"
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On the northern frontier of Sai Bei, it was March and snow was falling. The once peach-blossom-covered land was now covered by a vast expanse of white snow.
The entire Wuhui Sect was surprised by the arrival of this snowfall.
Although the winter was cold, it had not snowed. As April approached, snowflakes began to fall. The young disciples of the sect played for several days.
Lu Feibo's health also improved day by day. He no longer had to be confined to bed and could sit in a wheelchair to move around the courtyard.
Ye鸾 would proactively check on his condition every day and also go to the kitchen to prepare medicinal meals for him.
However, Xiao Chizhan was in a bad mood every day, which gave Ye鸾 a headache. She could only hand over the medicinal meals to the doctors to cook.
In the corridor.
Lu Feibo sat in his wheelchair, gazing at the scenery in the courtyard. A gentle look of faint deathliness flickered in his eyes. Hearing the footsteps behind him, he slightly lowered his eyes, returning to his gentle demeanor.
"Jingzhi, how have you been feeling lately?"
Ye鸾 came out of the house. Seeing him dressed thinly, she covered him with the thin blanket in her hand.
"Much better."
He was indeed much better. Since taking that medicine, he could sleep soundly, and the torment of illness had eased considerably.
Ye鸾 looked at his emaciated face, ravaged by illness, and felt a slight pang of sadness.
When they first met, he had black hair, his features were sharp and handsome, and he was as graceful as a gentle noble公子, his every move as refined as jade.
Now, he was tormented by illness to the point of being neither human nor ghost, completely losing his former majestic bearing.
He must be feeling very distressed in his heart.
"A'luan, tell me the truth, how much longer can this broken body of mine hold on?"
He was wearing a green robe, his eyes smiling as he looked at the eagles soaring in the sky, exuding an aura of worldly gentleness.
The cold wind, mixed with faint snowflakes, landed on his robes, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.
Upon hearing his words, Ye鸾's eyes turned slightly red. After a long silence, she couldn't speak.
"This Han Dan Pearl is indeed a rare treasure in the world. Unfortunately, this illness has dragged on for too long, and it's beyond saving, isn't it, A'luan?"
He turned his head to look at her.
Ye鸾 lowered her gaze, forcing out a smile, "Jingzhi, aren't you feeling better and better now? You will get better."
The Han Dan Pearl had only temporarily suppressed the onset of the Frost Sickness. But if a cure was not found for a long time, one day, he would—
Ye鸾 felt a deep heartache, making her breathless.
Lu Feibo smiled faintly, "Yes, I will get better."
Before he died, he wouldn't have to suffer from the torment of illness anymore, nor would he have to become that ghastly appearance. He was content.