In the room, only Yun Xiao and Mu Rong Chong were present, along with Ye Wu Yun, who lay on the soft couch, his face pale.
He had his eyes slightly closed, his long eyelashes fluttering. His skin was so translucent that even the fine veins seemed visible.
A man lying there so quietly was like a lifeless doll, so pure and radiant that one couldn't bear to harm him.
As Yun Xiao was observing, the man behind her was growing displeased. A chill settled on his face, his lips pressed together. He coughed softly. Yun Xiao raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Mu Rong, what's wrong?"
"My chest feels tight. I don't know if I caught a chill or what," Mu Rong Chong said weakly, leaning his head onto Yun Xiao's shoulder, as if he were truly ill…
Hearing Mu Rong's words, Yun Xiao immediately turned her head. She saw the man clutching his chest, looking weak and as if he were genuinely sick.
Her attention was entirely shifted to Mu Rong Chong, and she forgot to examine Ye Wu Yun.
"Are you alright?"
Yun Xiao reached out to feel Mu Rong Chong's pulse. She quickly found that he had no symptoms of illness. After a moment's thought, a smile curved her lips.
She realized this fellow was jealous. His way of showing it was truly unique, feigning illness to get her attention. "Alright," she thought, "I'll treat him." Yun Xiao chuckled slyly, continuing to press on Mu Rong Chong's arm, furrowing her brow and putting on a grave expression.
"It seems you've caught a chill. Let me insert a few needles for you."
With that, she truly took out silver needles from the nearby medicine box, preparing to treat Mu Rong Chong.
Grand Master Mu knew instantly that his ruse had been seen through. He immediately laughed, sat up straight, and said earnestly, "I don't know why, but just seeing your gleaming silver needles has made me more than half better."
Yun Xiao didn't expose him. She put away the silver needles. Grand Master Mu had become much more humanized, and she was very pleased.
As the two were speaking, Yi Dao entered with a bowl of dark medicine. He walked to the soft couch, helped Ye Wu Yun sit up, and served his master the medicine.
After bloodletting, acupuncture, and taking medicine, Ye Wu Yun's cold poison was suppressed.
Although still very weak, he could now move freely and prepared to get out of bed to leave.
Yun Xiao looked up at him. His face was very pale; the cold poison had not been entirely dispelled. If he continued to travel outside, it would likely delay his recovery.
Since she had saved him, she hoped he would recover completely.
"Mu Rong, find a hidden place for him to recover from the cold poison."
The clinic was definitely not a safe place, which was why Yun Xiao asked Mu Rong for help.
"No, why should I save him?" Mu Rong Chong refused outright, his dazzling eyes flashing with a fierce and resolute glint.
It was the Ye family who had harmed him, who had massacred the Eastern Palace. If he ascended the throne, he would surely act against the Ye family. How could he find a place for Ye Wu Yun now?
On Ye Wu Yun's pale face, a hint of indifferent detachment flickered. He gave Yun Xiao a faint smile.
"Don't make things difficult for others. I can manage." He started to walk outside. Yun Xiao spoke in a calm, clear voice, "I'm not concerned about you, only that the person I've taken the trouble to save can live well."
Yi Dao, standing beside Ye Wu Yun, held his master's arm tightly and said in a low voice, "Young Master, perhaps we should…?"
Before he could finish, Ye Wu Yun shot him a cold glance. Yi Dao was so startled that he didn't dare say another word.
He knew his young master was extremely proud. Despite suffering from the cold poison, he would not stoop to begging for help. If it weren't for the fear of the court discovering that Qin Yu Lou belonged to him, he would have already gone into hiding.
However, to avoid implicating everyone in the Lou, he had been hiding outside.
Ye Wu Yun, serene as the wind and clear as the moon, even with his pale face, his demeanor and bearing remained as elegant and commanding as before. He clasped his hands and looked at Yun Xiao.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I will repay your kindness someday."
With that, he walked out. Yun Xiao didn't say much more, but cast a cold sidelong glance at Mu Rong Chong. The implied meaning was known only to the two of them.
After a silent confrontation, Grand Master Mu spoke with resignation, "Alright, I'll find a place for him." It wasn't that he wanted to help, but this woman was capable of anything. If he didn't agree, this woman would surely insist on keeping him, leaving him at a disadvantage and like placing a piece of meat in a wolf's mouth. Thus, he had to compromise.
To be honest, he didn't dislike Ye Wu Yun. Over the past four years, he knew everything about the Ye family, except for Ye Wu Yun, who, along with his father and other members of the Ye family, was like an anomaly. If he were to take the throne, he probably wouldn't be able to bring himself to harm Ye Wu Yun.
Yi Dao, hearing Mu Rong Chong's reluctant words, excitedly stopped and looked at his master.
"Young Master, shall we?"
"Let's go." Ye Wu Yun commanded proudly. He could tell the reluctance in this man's words, and he didn't need to owe anyone else another favor. Wasn't it just a matter of hiding from those soldiers? What could those people do to him? If it weren't for his worsening cold poison, would those people even be able to capture him?
Upon hearing his words, Mu Rong Chong's face lit up with a smile. It wasn't that he wasn't helping; it was that this fellow was too proud and disdained to accept his help. Since that was the case, it was perfect. Let's go, let's go.
However, Yun Xiao called out coldly, "Ye Wu Yun, are you crazy? Are you trying to court death, or are you trying to owe me a favor you can't repay?"
As her voice fell, Ye Wu Yun paused. His misty, smoky eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, seemed ethereal. He stopped in his tracks, his face stern as he looked at the tall trees outside the window. Light leaves drifted down, much like his current mood, dense and numerous like a fine rain of melancholy. He knew she meant well for him, and he accepted that kindness.
"Alright." His simple word landed.
Mu Rong Chong's expression turned grim. However, having promised to help, he would not go back on his word. He directly commanded outside, "Zhui Feng."
"Master."
"Arrange for these two people. Find a place where they won't be discovered."
"Yes, Master." Zhui Feng was surprised. Why was his master, who always minded his own business, doing two uninteresting things in a row? Last time, he had taken in the Crown Prince of Yan; this time, he was taking in the young master of the Ye family. Nevertheless, he respectfully addressed Ye Wu Yun, "Please follow me."
Yi Dao helped Ye Wu Yun, and they followed Zhui Feng, leaping out the window. The three of them quickly disappeared into the night.
The room was silent, peaceful, and tranquil.
Yun Xiao turned to look at Mu Rong Chong. She saw that the fellow was staring at her with dark, unblinking eyes. He said nothing, but in his fluctuating gaze, there was hidden anger and a hint of resentment. He was enveloped in a cold, clear radiance, his white attire particularly striking in the dark night.
"What is it, Mu Rong?"
"You said you'd worry about the women around me in the future. I'm the unlucky one. First, I helped a detestable fellow, and now another. Can you please stop saving these annoying people in the future?"