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"It's terrible! Many people have suddenly fainted! Sai Huatuo says there might be a plague here!"

The scout in black entered the room and reported the situation, and the person seated finally smiled.

"Even if he's incredibly insightful, he'd never guess we have a secret weapon!"

Pang Wan burst into laughter, finally releasing the frustration that had been building up in his chest for days.

Gu Xiju was a cunning and shrewd man. He deliberately chose to attack Chuyun Mountain in winter because it was the time when the miasma was thinnest in the entire southern border region and the life of poisonous creatures was most vulnerable. Most poisonous insects would choose to hibernate, thus rendering Bai Yue's most proficient poison skills largely ineffective, which greatly increased his chances of winning.

But he didn't know that there was a poisonous creature called the Mourning Clothes Butterfly, which could fly high and overwinter in its adult form. Half a month ago, Pang Wan sent a message by carrier pigeon ordering his followers to collect a large number of Mourning Clothes Butterflies. Once the Iron Halberd Army of the Prince of Guangling left, they would scatter these poisonous butterflies, which looked like withered leaves, in all the places in the valley where troops could be stationed, waiting for these righteous people to come out and investigate.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that Gu Xiju and the others rested in the elm grove, which was the favorite place of the mourning butterflies. As a result, the area affected by the outbreak and the number of people infected far exceeded Pang Wan's expectations, showing signs of a plague spreading.

It will take at least five days to fully detoxify, and the Moon Worship Cult is finally safe for the time being.

Seeing that both the overt and covert strategies had worked as expected, Pang Wan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, his internal organs began to ache again, and all the muscles in his body felt as if they were being cooked on an iron plate, with his blood sizzling in his pulse.

"Go down and collect your reward first." Pang Wan forced a wave to the scout, and only after the scout left the room did he take out a pill from his pocket, crush it, and swallow it.

At first, she only needed to take one pill of this pain-relieving and calming medicine, then she took three pills at a time, and now she takes five pills each time but still doesn't feel it works. Could it be that her body has developed a resistance to the medicine?

He wrapped himself in the blanket, gritted his teeth, and kept silent. When the pain finally subsided, his hair and vest were soaked as if they had been washed.

I reached under my armpit and it was covered in sweat. Ugh, I need to take a shower right away.

She jumped out of bed, about to tell someone to heat up her bath water, when the door creaked open and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

The familiar scent drifted into her heart on the night breeze, like green bamboo in the snow, or ancient pines in the mist, both warm and aloof.

"Why are you here?" Pang Wan stared at him with wide eyes, momentarily forgetting her disheveled and disheveled appearance.

“Oh, I shouldn’t have asked that question. Since A-Zhuo is here, of course you can come too.” Before he could answer, she smiled and her eyes crinkled. “Are you worried about me and missing me, so you traveled all this way to see me?” She tilted her head to look at him, her words filled with the innocent pride of a young girl. “Oh, don’t worry, don’t worry.”

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly pulled into the other person's warm embrace, their two young bodies pressed tightly together, leaving almost no gap.

Thump, thump, she could even hear the sound of his rapidly rising and falling heartbeat.

"...Hey, don't you find it smelly?"

After being held motionless for about half an incense stick's time, Pang Wan finally couldn't hold back and asked a question in an annoyed tone.

Even she herself found the smell of her body disgusting. Who invented the phrase "sweating profusely"? Unless it was fumigated beforehand, no one's sweat is odorless, and Mary Sue noblewomen are no exception.

However, the person above her seemed to be stimulated by something, pulling away and hugging her even tighter, even burying his nose in her neck and taking a deep breath.

"It doesn't smell bad, not at all."

He murmured softly, as if in a dream.

"Wow, are you possessed?!" Pang Wan was so frightened that she pushed him away and took two big steps back. "Who put a curse on you? Or are you running a fever? No, that's not right! Who are you? How dare you use Young Master He's face as a mask!"

He Qinglu was at a loss for words, neither angry nor amused. She could only reach out and pull the fingertips of the other woman's fingers to press them against her own face, saying, "Touch them and see if they're really real." Her voice was as soft as spring mist.

"It's hot, so hot." Pang Wan was completely bewildered by his sudden gentleness, and she felt trembling and walking on thin ice. "Are you really He Qinglu? What's wrong with you? Did you do something to offend me again?"

Every time she faced his gentleness, she had a bad feeling.

He Qinglu looked at her, her eyes slightly lowered, her amber eyes like a deep pool in the night, with a faint, shimmering light.

Then, without saying a word, he picked her up and strode towards the bedside.

"Maintaining chastity before marriage is a fine tradition of the Moon Worship Cult!"

Pang Wan waved her hand and covered his mouth and nose: "I'm warning you, don't force yourself on me, or I'll suffocate you!"

He Qinglu just smiled good-naturedly.

He carried her to the bed and wrapped her tightly in the blanket, making sure there was no draft.

"It's windy outside, don't catch a cold." He stroked her cheek with his long, slender fingers, looking at her with tenderness, as if afraid that she might suffer even the slightest grievance.

"You! Tell me honestly, did you ruin my big plan?" Pang Wan's lips trembled, almost bursting into tears. "Did you chase away my butterflies? Or did you send reinforcements to Gu Xiju? Tell me! Give me a straight answer!"

All the tender feelings turned into smoke, and the affection was swept away by the suspicious accusations.

He Qinglu was so angry that she grabbed the tip of her nose with such force that she almost wanted to tear that little white dumpling off.

Pang Wan gasped in pain, but still managed a forced smile: "Hmm, that's much more normal now, ouch."

Looking at her clever and cunning yet charming appearance, He Qinglu felt both joy and sorrow in her heart. A little joy was replaced by great sorrow. She was filled with anxiety, but she could not express it in any way.

So he could only stare at her blankly, almost greedily lost in thought.

"You're really acting strange today!"

Pang Wan rubbed her red nose and moved closer to him, her eyelashes almost poking his face.

“Young master, I am very happy and touched that you brought Ah Zhuo to see me from so far away.”

She spoke sincerely, her tone exceptionally earnest.

After all, she had thought that parting in Linyi would be a final farewell, and that He Qinglu would never appear in her life again.

"I've been doing quite well lately. I slashed the mouth of the Kunlun Sect Leader, scared away the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, and even made a group of them unable to get out of bed for a while. Hehe, that's how vicious and despicable I am." She smiled at him, somewhat shyly, "Don't be scared. I'm a vixen that everyone hates. They don't like me."

"Who said that?" He Qinglu gripped her hand, her expression hardening. "Who said everyone hates you? Who said nobody likes you?"