Mu Anxiao had endured all sorts of slander. Zhao Xiang's accusations were nothing in her eyes.
Therefore, facing him, Mu Anxiao appeared exceptionally composed.
Conversely, she was surprised by Feng Qishi's reaction.
Feng Qishi: "She just spoke too quickly. Are you really going to be angry with a young girl?"
"Not really, I just feel wronged," Zhao Xiang said, glancing at Mu Anxiao.
Feng Qishi followed Zhao Xiang's gaze, looked at Mu Anxiao in the same way, and asked, "By the way, how is your injury?" As he spoke, he reached out and touched Zhao Xiang's arm.
Zhao Xiang: "It's healed. If it hadn't, my parents wouldn't have let me out," he said with a smile. "See, I'm a good brother, right? I came straight to find you as soon as I got out. But speaking of which, your servants are quite heartless."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? I wanted to come through the front door, but they just wouldn't let me in. I said I was your friend, and they didn't believe me. If it weren't for Bing'er," Zhao Xiang said, "I wouldn't have gotten in at all."
"Is that so?" Feng Qishi agreed.
"Of course," Zhao Xiang said, then looked at Mu Anxiao. "Speaking of which, this woman looks very unfamiliar. May I ask, who is she to you?"
Mu Anxiao was too lazy to listen to their conversation anymore and sat down.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao ignored him, Zhao Xiang turned to Feng Qishi.
"Don't ask about that. Have you eaten? I'll have the servants make you something," Feng Qishi said, intentionally changing the subject.
Zhao Xiang touched his stomach and said, "You didn't say, but I am indeed a bit hungry."
"Then let's go to my room," Feng Qishi said, looking at Mu Anxiao. "Carry her to the bed; it wouldn't be good if she caught a chill."
Mu Anxiao picked up the teacup, not paying Feng Qishi any attention.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiang immediately turned to A'mei and said, "If she won't carry her, I will." With that, he bent down and grabbed A'mei's arm.
In an instant.
A'mei lay on the bed.
Zhao Xiang stood by the bed, looking down at A'mei, and asked, "Mo Yun, what's her name?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao tilted her eyes slightly, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.
Feng Qishi remained standing at the door, looking at Zhao Xiang's back as he stared down at A'mei, his eyes darkening. "Why are you asking this? Let's go."
Zhao Xiang heard this, tilted his eyes, then turned around, looking at Feng Qishi with a playful grin. "Isn't this woman quite pretty?" he said, stepping forward.
During this process, Zhao Xiang's gaze met Mu Anxiao's.
After they left, Mu Anxiao quickly stood up, turned towards A'mei, and muttered, "Something's not right." Then she walked quickly to the bedside and peered down at A'mei's face.
Immediately after, A'mei began to convulse all over.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao hastily cast a spell to remedy the situation.
A quarter of an hour later.
Zhao Xiang sat at the round table, holding a wine glass in one hand, looking at Feng Qishi opposite him who was only eating vegetables and not drinking wine. "Why do I feel that woman is strange?"
"Who?" Feng Qishi took a bite of food and looked up at Zhao Xiang.
"I'm talking about the woman who wasn't knocked out by my sleeping incense," Zhao Xiang said nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?" Feng Qishi appeared calm.
"I heard her arguing fiercely with the unconscious woman; she even wanted to kill her. If I hadn't intervened," Zhao Xiang shook his head slightly, "that woman would have died."
Died?
Feng Qishi understood that Mu Anxiao valued life greatly. She valued not only her own life but also the lives of others.
At this moment, with Zhao Xiang speaking like this.
He thought that the Zhao Xiang before him was definitely no longer the Zhao Xiang he knew.
However, experiences were always precious, and he didn't want to think of Zhao Xiang in a bad light. Thus, after staring at Zhao Xiang for a few seconds, he dismissed the thought of 'suspicion'.
He said, "She wouldn't kill anyone. You're worrying too much." Then he pointed to the dishes on the plate. "Eat up. Do you want rice? I'll serve you some."
"No, I'd like to drink first," Zhao Xiang said, taking a sip of wine. He continued, "That woman is definitely not easy to deal with."
"..." Feng Qishi remained silent, picked up his bowl, and began eating rice.
Zhao Xiang glanced at Feng Qishi and smiled. "Don't tell me you've taken a liking to that woman?"
Hearing this, Feng Qishi froze, looked up at Zhao Xiang, and coughed dryly. "What are you talking about?"
"You usually don't talk much with women, but now you've personally arranged a room for that woman," Zhao Xiang said, smiling. "That's really strange."
"What's strange about it? She was arranged here by King Jin. If I don't treat her well, King Jin will be angry when he finds out," Feng Qishi said casually, then took another bite of rice.
"Are you that afraid of King Jin?"
"I am a general, and King Jin is the king. No matter what I become, I must obey him," Feng Qishi said profoundly.
Zhao Xiang laughed. "Very loyal. To be honest, I regret it." With that, he finished his wine in one gulp.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi put down his rice and stared at Zhao Xiang.
Zhao Xiang gave a wry smile. "This injury made me understand the importance of life, and it also made me see that King Jin is not worth us dying for."
"..." Feng Qishi's expression was unreadable.
Zhao Xiang sighed. "It's not worth it. I protect them, what do they give me? What do my family members give me? They all say I'm courting death, that I'm just causing them trouble." He shook his head. "Mo Yun, tell me, what am I doing all this for?" He raised his chin.
Feng Qishi: "You've had too much to drink."
"I haven't. Mo Yun, let me tell you, coming back this time has made me realize that life is very short. Instead of doing thankless tasks, it's better to," Zhao Xiang hiccuped, "make myself happy."
"..." Feng Qishi sighed softly.
Zhao Xiang completely ignored Feng Qishi's reaction and continued, "Let me tell you the truth. I've taken a liking to that girl, and I want to marry her."
"Who?" Feng Qishi asked, confused.
Zhao Xiang laughed. "It's the girl who almost fought with that dead girl. Mo Yun, tell me," he said with a silly grin, "what's her name."
"You are drunk."
"I'm not. I..." Zhao Xiang said, suddenly standing up. "No, that dead girl will definitely make a move on her. No, I have to go see." With that, he walked around the chair.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi looked confused. "Zhao Xiang, what exactly are you trying to do?" He stood up and walked towards Zhao Xiang.
Zhao Xiang's eyes were unfocused, filled only with drunkenness. "That girl will absolutely kill her. No, I have to stop her, I must stop her. If she dies, I will never let that dead girl go." With that, he pushed Feng Qishi aside and ran straight out the door.
Feng Qishi sensed something was wrong and quickly followed Zhao Xiang.