Upon hearing his words, a flash of insight struck Ye Luan’s mind!
No!
"Miss Ye, His Highness is immune to all poisons!"
That’s right, Long Yi had once said that Xiao Chizhan was immune to all poisons. Would this worm be effective against him?
It was too coincidental that he was injured and poisoned right after finding Han Danzhu.
Could he be lying to her? Testing her?
"Luan Luan, what are you thinking?"
A cold hand suddenly grabbed hers. Ye Luan immediately came back to her senses and carefully examined the wound on his shoulder.
Xiao Chizhan said with a hint of disappointment, "Luan Luan, do you suspect me? I am also mortal, how could I possibly be immune to all poisons? I lied to you last time, I secretly took an antidote."
The corners of his lips grew paler, and the black blood on his shoulder continued to spread.
Ye Luan, unsure if his words were true or false, immediately pushed him down.
"Lie down, I'll give you acupuncture to suppress your poison for now."
Hearing her words, Xiao Chizhan's heart grew cold. He was still no match for Lu Feibo. In her heart, Lu Feibo was more important than him.
She was unwilling to use Han Danzhu on him.
"Doctor, quickly go find someone to refine and boil the medicine."
The doctor glanced discreetly at Xiao Chizhan. Seeing the latter give him a signal, he immediately understood.
"Yes."
Ye Luan took out the silver needles from the doctor's medicine box and began to treat him.
Xiao Chizhan lay half-reclined on the couch, his brows lowered, revealing no emotion.
Suddenly, soft lips pressed against his shoulder. He trembled and felt a tingling sensation, like an electric current coursing through his limbs.
He quickly looked up and saw Ye Luan sucking the poisoned blood from his wound.
"Ye Luan!"
Xiao Chizhan immediately sat up, pushed her away, and scolded, "Are you trying to die?!"
Ye Luan was stunned. "Why are you pushing me?"
"What are you doing?"
He roared, jumped off the couch, kicked open the door, retrieved a porcelain bottle of medicine from the outer room, and forcefully fed it to her.
His movements were agile, showing no sign of weakness.
Ye Luan came back to her senses, watched his actions, and calmly swallowed the antidote.
Seeing her gaze, Xiao Chizhan uncomfortably averted his eyes, sat on a nearby couch, and lowered his head without explanation.
A moment of silence fell in the room.
When the doctor arrived, he saw the two of them sitting separately, the atmosphere incredibly awkward.
The doctor, intimidated by the Prince’s gaze, swallowed the words he was about to speak and timidly prepared to leave with his medicine box, not mentioning the medicine at all.
"Doctor, please stay."
Hearing Ye Luan’s voice, the doctor quickly turned back and asked respectfully, "Does Madam have any other instructions?"
"Won't you dress his wound?"
The doctor stammered.
He secretly sized up the Prince sitting on the couch, scared, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead before hesitantly saying.
"Miss's medical skills are excellent, why don't you do it?"
Ye Luan said, "Each profession has its own specialty, you do it."
With that, she left.
In the inner chamber, the doctor trembled with fear.
Xiao Chizhan's expression was grim. He kicked a nearby stool, creating a loud bang.
The doctor became even more fearful and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, do you still need the medicine applied?"
"What medicine? Whether I live or die like this, who cares?"
The doctor shivered.
Ye Luan wasn't deaf. The commotion he caused had startled the guards outside.
She crossed her arms, walked in, and leaned against the doorway, calmly observing him.
"What tantrum is His Highness throwing?"
Xiao Chizhan looked up at her. His previously cold face suddenly showed a hint of grievance. He just looked at her, not saying a word.
"I once told Your Highness that we should be frank with each other. Your Highness broke his promise first, so why are you throwing a tantrum now?"
Xiao Chizhan pursed his lips, remaining silent.
Ye Luan continued, "If Your Highness has any misunderstandings about me, you can say them."
"No."
He just wanted to kill Lu Feibo.
"If this is about Han Danzhu, I can explain. Your poison is not life-threatening. If it's suppressed and the antidote is taken promptly, you won't die. However, congenital frost disease cannot be cured without Han Danzhu as a medicinal guide; he will die."
Xiao Chizhan's killing intent grew even stronger. So, Lu Feibo was ultimately more important than him!
He narrowed his eyes and unconsciously rubbed his ring.
"Is Your Highness going to have the medicine applied or not?!"
Her indifferent voice rang out. Xiao Chizhan looked up, his expression now gentle.
"Yes."
Hearing this, the doctor quickly went over and began to bandage the wound.
Truly, one overcomes another.
After the dressing was done and the doctor left, Ye Luan entered the room and asked, "Does Your Highness know when the city gates will open?"
This was her eagerness to deliver medicine to that sickly person.
Xiao Chizhan's heart was filled with malice, but his expression remained gentle. "The Northern Di are poised to attack, and there are many refugees and displaced people. It might not open for a while."
Upon hearing this, Ye Luan subtly frowned.
She wanted Xiao Chizhan to send his hidden guards, but she feared he might have ulterior motives.
She wondered if the medicine would still be effective if delivered now.
When they last parted, she had noticed Lu Feibo's health deteriorating. The prescription she gave him was to slow down the onset of frost disease, and a cure had yet to be found.
But if Lu Feibo's body was truly at its limit, she didn't know if the medicine would still work.
There could be no more delays.
Seeing her continuously furrowing her brows, the sinister look in Xiao Chizhan's eyes flashed.
He was definitely thinking about that sickly person again.
He directly reached out, took her soft, white hands, and gently kneaded them.
As he kneaded her hands, Ye Luan quickly came back to her senses. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she suddenly remembered something, and a peculiar look flashed in her clear black and white eyes.
Xiao Chizhan caught sight of it, and the corner of his lips curved slightly.
"Your Highness, when are you returning to Da Liang? Isn't the border still at war?"
She raised her beautiful eyes, her gaze shimmering with moisture, and looked at him.
Xiao Chizhan casually replied, "No rush."
Ye Luan rolled her eyes inwardly. This fellow definitely knew what she was planning and was deliberately blocking her.
"Then, can you take me out?"
"Where to?"
When his alluring eyes, as red as rubies, looked at her, there seemed to be a hint of indulgence.
"I want to leave the Northern Di."
Xiao Chizhan seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said with difficulty, "The city gates are closed now, so we can't leave, right?"
Ye Luan knew that if Xiao Chizhan wanted to leave, he could.
He was deliberately saying this now, wanting her to beg him.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Your Highness, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. After we deliver the medicine, we will leave."
Saving a life?!
He, Xiao Chizhan, was born to kill.
"Even with Han Danzhu, without a cure, Lu Feibo will not live long. Your Highness has no need to compete with him."
He lowered his gaze, looking at her fair and tender face, and couldn't help but reach out and caress it.
So soft, so tender.
"Alright, then can I go with you?"