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"Bullshit!" The door was kicked open, and before the person even entered, they shouted angrily, "Same my foot! He's Yan Shu!"

Miao Shou called out from behind in a melodious voice, "Junior Brother!"

I turned around and saw Shen Qing walk in with a gloomy face. He flicked away Miao Shou who was coming to meet him and snorted coldly, "Even if Yan Shu were to be torn to pieces a thousand times and die in a hundred ways, none of them would be like a dog being humiliated."

I squinted at him, then stood up and asked, "Where's the child?"

He came alone, without his child. When I asked him a question, he gave me a random reply, "He's with Ruan Bicheng."

Where is Ruan Bicheng?

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but frown. I took a step forward, but Yan Shu grabbed my clothes tightly. He looked at me with sobs, and I could only stand there and ask Shen Qing, "What do you mean by 'at Ruan Bicheng's place'?"

"It's...it's with him." Shen Qing stammered, scratching his head and hesitating for a long time before saying, "Isn't that child Gu Shaoting's flesh and blood? I think you're being hunted by the Saluo Sect now, and I'm not in much better shape either. At least Ruan Bicheng can protect her. It's much better for her to be with him than with you or me. Besides, she's still a member of the Gu family, and Ruan Bicheng won't mistreat her..."

"Did Ruan Bicheng tell you this?" Ruan Bicheng always managed to make everything sound so natural that you had no reason to refuse.

Shen Qing sighed and said, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with what he said. You finally escaped from the Saluo Sect. It would be troublesome for both you and the child to hide with such a weak little child. It would be better to hand the child over to Ruan Bicheng. He will definitely not mistreat the child because he cares about the code of the martial world."

Every word you said makes sense, and there's nothing wrong with it. The only one who's wrong is me. The child is mine, and any trouble is my responsibility. It's my fault for dragging others down.

I responded with a sound of agreement and didn't say anything more.

With a beaming smile, Miaoshou leaned closer to Shen Qing and said, "It's good that you think that way, Junior Brother. No matter what, Young Master Ruan is a very good person. He went to great lengths to save Xiao Xie and was still considerate of her feelings, not letting me reveal that he was the one who saved her. This kind of good intention alone is extremely rare. Moreover, he did all this just to help Xiao Xie turn over a new leaf..."

"Shut up!" Shen Qing told him impatiently.

Yan Shu gently tugged at my robe. I looked down at him, and he looked at me cautiously with his eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "I want some water..."

He seemed to have not eaten or drunk anything since entering the palace; his lips were dry and cracked.

I squatted down and sighed, asking him, "Are you hungry?"

He nodded, then, seeing me frown slightly, hurriedly shook his head again and whispered, "I want some water..."

Shen Qing poured me a glass of water, which I handed to Yan Shu. He knelt on the ground, took my hand, and gulped down a mouthful, coughing violently. He quickly lifted his long, curled eyelashes to look at my expression. Seeing that I wasn't angry, he calmly finished the water while still holding my hand, and licked his lips.

"Want more?" I asked him.

He shook his head, then hugged my wrist again and whimpered at me.

Shen Qing sighed behind me and said with a wry smile, "Yan Shu has actually come to this? He used to be so arrogant and ambitious, but now he's like a fool."

I didn't say anything, and after a pause, he asked me again, "What do you plan to do?"

"What do you mean, what to do?" I didn't understand what he meant.

He also squatted down beside him, his brows furrowed. "Of course it's Yan Shu. Are you planning to just leave him be? Or are you going to save him? I know you hate him, and you finally managed to escape from him. I can understand not saving him, but... he's gone mad now, it's quite pitiful..."

“Junior brother, you absolutely cannot get involved with this man!” Miao Shou leaned closer and pleaded earnestly, “He’s the man the Prince of Licheng wants. You’re already being hunted by the Demonic Sect. If you offend the Prince of Licheng now, how will you ever survive?” He then turned to look at me, “Besides, he deserves his current fate. So many lives in Licheng have been lost at his hands. Using his life to save Prince Baoze’s life is a form of atonement. Xiao Xie, think carefully. If you save him, Prince Baoze will surely die. When I was treating Prince Baoze earlier, I heard him talk a lot about you. You two are old friends, aren’t you?”

Is he an old friend...?

"Can you bear it?" the skilled hand asked me. "He's so young, he hasn't done a single evil deed, can you bear to see him die with such regret?"

"Whether he lives or dies is ordained by fate, what does it have to do with Yan Shu?" Shen Qing retorted angrily, "Yan Shu certainly deserved to die, and I don't want to speak for him, but the high-sounding reasons of you so-called righteous people are too ridiculous! Is it not evil to exchange a life for a life? And what right do you have to decide a person's life or death?"

"Junior brother, please don't get angry..."

Shen Qing chuckled coldly, grabbed Miao Shou's collar, and looked at me, asking, "Then tell her, you benevolent and skilled physician, how much hope does Bao Ze have of surviving after having Yan Shu's heart replaced?"

Miao Shou grabbed his hand and chuckled, "Don't get angry, don't get angry. Nothing is ever 100% certain, but if you don't try, there's no chance of success, right?"

"Try it?" Shen Qing glared at him through gritted teeth. "Senior brother, I didn't expect you to still be so ruthless after all these years. You'd rather risk your life to do what you think is right!"

The two of them were making a ruckus when a guard pushed open the door and asked, "Which one of you is Xiao Xie?"

After a moment of silence, I turned my head and said, "It's me."

The guard bowed and said, "The young prince invites Miss Xie to come over."

Baoze? How did he know I was here?

I turned to look at Miaoshou, and he quickly laughed and said, "I didn't mean to let it slip, but Prince Baoze misses you. You should go and catch up with him."

"Please come in, Miss Xie." The guard stood at the threshold and invited me out.

I paused and stood up, just as I was about to leave, Yan Shu hurriedly grabbed my sleeve and whispered, "Su Xie..."

His pitiful appearance was hard for me to accept. I pushed his hand away, thought for a moment, and lowered my head to say, "Aren't you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."

He instinctively grabbed my arm, shaking his head repeatedly, "I'm not hungry! Su Xie... I'm not hungry..."

Afraid he would make a fuss, I patiently said, "I'll be right back, it won't take long."

He still shook his head, refusing to let go, and whispered my name.

I thought for a moment and asked Shen Qing to bring the lampstand. I squatted down, took the red candle off the lampstand, and placed it on the marble floor in front of him, saying, "How about this? I'll be back before this candle burns out. You stay here and watch the candle so it doesn't go out."

Yan Shu looked at the half-burnt, flickering red candle, then at me. After a long while, he slowly released his hand, clasped his hands together to protect the candle, and nodded to me.

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Shen Qing stayed in the pharmacy, while I followed the guards to Baoze's palace, where we happened to meet a palace maid who was just leaving the palace, carrying a cup of medicine.

The guard hurried over and asked, "Is the little prince asleep?"

"I just took my medicine." The palace maid glanced at me. "Wait outside the palace until the prince wakes up before going in."

The guard hurriedly agreed and was about to lead me over to wait when Baoze asked from inside the main hall, "Is Su Xie here?"

Standing outside the hall, my brow furrowed as I peered through the door, and I answered in a dry voice, "It's me."

I heard footsteps, and the palace door was pulled open. A young palace maid respectfully welcomed me in. The hall was filled with the warm fragrance of medicine from the stove.

As I parted the curtains, I saw Baoze sitting on the couch. He had become even thinner, sitting in the heavy brocade quilts and curtains like a thin silhouette that would be blown away by the wind. His eyes were sunken and his face was pale. When he saw me, he smiled with bright eyes and said, "It's good to see you again. I was afraid you wouldn't want to come."

"How could that be?" I sat down on the edge of the tatami mat, grinning, "Are you feeling better?"

He nodded, reached out and took my hand, his smile extremely weak, "Actually, I'm not going to live, am I?"

His hands were extremely thin, and the fine veins were visible on his almost translucent, pale skin. I didn't dare to grip his hand tightly, and he laughed as he said, "I feel like I'm about to die..."

Her eyes inexplicably reddened, and she hurriedly grinned at him, saying, "How could that be? Don't overthink it. Didn't the miracle worker say it would get better?"

"I understand." He leaned against the bed curtains, his smile weak, and quietly said to me, "I understand, even a heart transplant might not guarantee survival."

I sat there speechless, not knowing what to say.

He suddenly said softly, "I miss Jinglian. She told me she would be back soon..."

It felt like a knife had been swallowed. I sat there with my head down, tears welling up in my eyes from the pain. Every part of my body felt uncomfortable. "I'm sorry..."

"I really hate you..." Baoze gripped me tightly, his sharp nails digging into my palm as if he wanted to squeeze my flesh until it bled. He chuckled softly, "It was clearly... a promise."

"I'm sorry." That was all I could say.

“Mingming… Jinglian was so good to you, yet you killed her.” Baoze gripped my fingers, trembling inch by inch, and asked me in a trembling voice, “Why? She treated you like a friend, a sister, and was sincere to you. Did she ever mistreat you? Why did you kill her?”

"I'm sorry." I owe Baoze and Jinglian. She died right before my eyes, in my arms. Even in death, she was saddened by the hurt she caused me. She treated me so sincerely. No matter how much I don't want to admit it, I can't deny that I killed her.

Her warm blood and her icy cold fingers, she asked me, Su Xie, am I going to die?

"I'm sorry... Is one 'I'm sorry' enough?" Baoze's nails dug fiercely into my palm, her anger threatening to erupt at any moment. She said to me, word by word, "Give me back the Mirror Lotus, give it back to me!"

He was convulsing violently, and I quickly supported him, at a loss for what to do. "Baoze... Baoze, don't get agitated..."

"Su Xie!" He still gripped my hand tightly, his lips turning purple, staring at me fiercely. "I will never forgive you! Never! Didn't you save Yan Shu? This time I'll cut him open for you to see! Even if I die, I will never let you go!"

He hates me, he hates me to the core.

His convulsions grew more and more violent, and he choked on his breath. The young palace maid waiting outside the curtain rushed over, shoved me aside, and cried out in a jumble, "Prince! Prince..."

I stumbled from the push, bumping against the corner of the table. I stood there dumbfounded, watching the palace maids and imperial physicians bustling in and out. I don't know how long it was before someone came over and said to me, "What are you still standing here for? Do you want to anger the prince again?"

"Baoze...is Baoze alright?" I asked hurriedly, tugging at her sleeve.

The young palace maid shook off my hand and said sarcastically, "What do you think?"

The hall was bustling with activity. I stood there for a while and only left the hall after learning that Baoze was alright and had gone to sleep. I walked back alone in a daze, and it was already late at night, almost dawn.

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A hazy bluish-white mist peeked through the sky; as the night drew to a close, fog rose, light and white like smoke, drifting in the darkness.

As I walked up the corridor, I saw that the pharmacy was still dimly lit. Suddenly, I remembered Yan Shu, so I quickened my pace, pushed open the door, and saw him in the dim light.

He was still waiting for me.

He knelt on the ground, carefully protecting the candle flame with both hands. The flickering light illuminated his eyebrows and eyes, revealing a slightly furrowed brow, serious and earnest. He exuded a thin layer of warm light under the candlelight, quiet and unlike himself.

I walked over, and he looked up in the candlelight. When he saw me, he smiled, his eyes shining.

"Su Xie!" He anxiously reached out and grabbed me, causing the candlelight to flicker, and said to me ingratiatingly, "It's not out..."

"Huh?" I squatted down to look at the candle flame. It was almost burned out, and the wax was scattered all over the floor, sparkling.

Yan Shu rubbed his face against the back of my hand and muttered softly, "I'm afraid that if we destroy Su Xie, he won't come back..."

The candle flame popped open with a loud crack, its sound echoing in the utterly silent hall, yet it stirred my heart.

Yan Shu called my name again and again, softly and gently.

In the dim candlelight, I reached out and cupped Yan Shu's face, making him look at me. His eyes shone brightly, like stars, and were incredibly beautiful.

"Yan Shu, Yan Shu, do you know how much I hate you?" I looked at him, and he looked at me, confused. "You deserve it."

"Su Xie..." He reached out and hugged my neck, murmuring sweetly, "Su Xie, don't be angry..."

“You really deserve it.” I said to him with my eyes closed, but I let out a sigh. “I hate you so much… but I just can’t stand seeing you like this. You are Yan Shu, the Yan Shu with a brilliant mind… I would rather kill you with my own hands.”

I asked him, "Yan Shu, how about I give you a quick death?"

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Do you understand what I'm saying?

He looked at me and nodded.

In the stillness of the night, a pale light streamed in from outside the palace, spilling across the floor. The candles were almost burned out. I pulled a dagger from my sleeve, held it to his face, and made him look at me, saying, "Yan Shu, don't move."

The dull light of the dagger reflected on his chin, its translucent white surface gleaming. He looked down at the dagger, then looked up at me. I don't know if he understood, but he just nodded obediently and grinned foolishly, "Don't move, Yan Shu won't move."

Yan Shu, do you know how much I hate you? How many times have I thought about killing you with my own hands?