Seeing the wall, knowing it was a secret room, Ji Wushang immediately ordered, "Quickly check this place for anything suspicious! Also, question all the guards carefully and find out who this person is! Anyone who dares to impersonate me, I'll make sure they die a horrible death!"
"Yes!" Hongfei and the others immediately went to check.
Ji Wushang turned around and looked at the wall in front of him. He felt around and found the switch, turned it on, and immediately went inside.
Gong Shu and the others watched without saying a word and continued with what they were doing.
As soon as Ji Wushang entered, the lights inside immediately turned on.
On the ground was a large pool of blood. Ji Wushang felt a pang of heartache again. She saw the dagger on the ground, picked it up, and recognized it as the one Nan Xuzong always carried with him.
There were still some semi-dried bloodstains on it.
Ji Wushang immediately headed towards the secret passage.
"Cong! Cong!" she called out his name, looking at the bloodstains on the ground, and kept walking inside.
Finally, the bloodstains disappeared in the private room that was exactly the same as his own boudoir, and Ji Wushang immediately pushed open the door and went in.
"Cong!" Ji Wushang felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He was so worried about him. How was he? He didn't want him to suffer any more. If he could, he would rather he find a woman to solve his problems!
Ji Wushang looked at the surrounding furnishings, as if she had entered her own boudoir. She quickened her pace and entered the inner room. "Cong." She could feel his breathing, but it was so heavy.
However, when Ji Wushang entered the inner room, he did not see him. Fear gripped him. At that moment, he heard heavy breathing coming from behind the screen.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she wanted to know him...
Parting the screen, one could see Nan Xuzong sitting on a cold stone bed. He had taken off his shirt, wearing only white trousers, and was sitting cross-legged. He was burning hot, but the stone bed was icy cold.
Ji Wushang was unaware that there was such a stone bed behind the screen. Perhaps he hadn't noticed it last time.
She went up to him and noticed that his breathing seemed to have calmed down a bit.
Not daring to disturb him, she found a spot and sat down in front of him.
As long as he opens his eyes, he can see her; as long as he speaks, she can do anything for him.
I'll just stay here and watch over him. As for who tricked him, I'll find out! Let that person enjoy themselves for one more day!
She felt a sense of peace; as long as he was alright, she felt at ease.
Nan Xuzong felt two forces battling within his body, one fire, the other ice. He recalled that he hadn't completely cured himself of the poison Yiyun Shangcheng had inflicted, and this time, the aphrodisiac he'd been poisoned with was so deeply ingrained! Thus, these two forces were tormenting him. Nan Xuzong wanted to use his internal energy, but he couldn't!
Ji Wushang was very worried as he watched him for so long without opening his eyes to look at him.
"Cong, is there anything I can help you with?" Ji Wushang asked.
Upon hearing this sound, Nan Xuzong opened his eyes. His crimson eyes stared at Ji Wushang, who was startled. Ji Wushang had seen such crimson eyes before in Yiyun City, but this was the first time he had seen them in Nan Xuzong's eyes! Instantly, Ji Wushang was so frightened that he took a step back, crying out, "Zong!"
"Get out!" Nan Xuzong shouted. "Dare to come near, or you'll die!" His crimson eyes stared at her. Ji Wushang steadied herself. "Zong, it's me, Wushang! It's me, Wushang!" She looked at him. "What's wrong? Do you want me to get you some medicine? Tell me, what kind of poison have you been given? I'll go and make the antidote." As Ji Wushang spoke, her heart ached, and tears streamed down her face.
Nan Xuzong froze. "Wu Shang..." His Adam's apple bobbed. Several images flashed through his mind. Yes, he had already stopped the fake Ji Wu Shang. Apart from the real Ji Wu Shang, no one knew where the mechanism was... It was her!
"Don't come near me." Nan Xuzong calmed himself down. In his current state, he didn't know what he might do to her. If he accidentally hurt her, even dying a thousand times wouldn't be enough to make up for it!
"Then what should I do?" Ji Wushang stepped forward.
“I don’t know…” he sighed, “I’m in pain, but Wu Shang! Don’t come any closer!” He called out as she approached.
"I...I can't..." Ji Wushang looked at him, watching him suffer like this, how could he continue to watch? "I can give you acupuncture." As Ji Wushang spoke, he immediately took out a small packet of silver needles from his body.
Nan Xuzong shook his head, "I'm adjusting my breathing... Don't come closer, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
“Cong.” Ji Wushang shook his head sharply as he saw him refuse.
He didn't answer, but closed his eyes again. "Get out."
"No!" Ji Wushang cried out as she looked at him.
He opened his eyes, which were so red again, and his veins seemed about to bulge. "I said, get out!" he shouted.
Ji Wushang's tears fell like broken beads, "I, I... Cong..."
"Get out!" he practically yelled.
Ji Wushang stumbled and rolled out into the outside.
Nan Xuzong saw the dagger that Ji Wushang had left aside, and he picked it up while supporting himself.
Immediately afterwards, he slashed another long gash on his arm, blood gushing out, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.
Hearing the sound from outside, Ji Wushang was startled and immediately turned around and rushed in. "Cong!" she cried out in alarm. She ran behind the screen and saw Nan Xucong lying on the stone bed, seemingly unconscious, with blood still flowing.
Ji Wushang immediately went up to the stone bed. The coldness started from her feet and spread to every part of her body. Ji Wushang couldn't help but shiver.
She disregarded everything else, cupping his face in her hands, "Cong, Cong!" She looked at him, then at his arm. Ji Wushang laid him down. She knew these stone beds were beneficial for practitioners, so she couldn't move him onto them, and could only stay with him on this cold stone bed.
Ji Wushang tore off a piece of her skirt and then applied wound medicine and bandaged him. She looked at him and checked his pulse, but it was so erratic that she couldn't detect anything wrong with him!
Ji Wushang panicked and looked at him, "Cong! Cong, wake up, wake up!" She looked at him, cupped his face, and kissed his thin, sexy lips, which were now deathly pale.
Ji Wushang looked at him, tears streaming down his face.
Who should he look for? Who should he turn to? Ji Wushang's mind was in turmoil. The Ghost Doctor and the others were not around, no one here knew, and he couldn't leave him... Ji Wushang looked at him, his heart in turmoil.
Suddenly, he remembered his own blood. Why would Doctor Cui use his own blood as a medicinal ingredient? It must have some value…
Ji Wushang trembled as he got off the stone bed, picked up the dagger, and then got back onto the stone bed.
He pulled Nan Xuzong into his arms, cupped his face in his hands, adjusted the angle, and immediately slashed his own wrist with a dagger. Blood flowed into Nan Xuzong's lips.
At this moment, Nan Xuzong felt a sweet taste fall into his lips. This sweetness could not only relieve the burning heat in his heart, but also suppress the coldness in his body.
He couldn't help but feel greedy. His hand unconsciously grasped the source of the sweetness in front of him, brought it to his lips, and sucked hard.
Ji Wushang felt a dizzy spell in her head, but she forced herself to stay upright. She saw that at least he was responding, and that was enough! What she feared was that her blood wouldn't be enough for him to drink!
Nan Xuzong was like a greedy snake, the more he sucked, the more excited he became, and the greater his needs became!
Ji Wushang was so dizzy, and the stone bed was so cold that he felt like he was being frozen solid. He finally collapsed to the side unconsciously.
Nan Xuzong felt he still needed more, he still needed more...
People outside were waiting anxiously. Finally, unable to wait any longer, Gong Shu thought of Huangfu Xuan and immediately instructed Hong Fei, Cui Wu, and others before heading to Huangfu Xuan's palace.
He sent a pigeon to Huangfu Xuan.
By the time Huangfu Xuan learned the whole story and entered the inner room, it was already midnight.
Huangfu Xuan entered the secret room alone. Seeing the blood on the ground, he sensed something was wrong and quickly walked away.
The closer one gets, the stronger the stench of blood becomes, but Huangfu Xuan keenly detects a faint, pleasant fragrance mixed in with the bloody scent... What is that?
Huangfu Xuan finally stood before the door. He pushed it open and was startled. How could there be a woman's boudoir here? Ignoring everything else, he went inside. He saw a pool of blood on the floor.
Huangfu Xuan pushed aside the screen and saw Nan Xuzong lying in the arms of a woman whose face was as pale as paper, with bloodstains on the corner of his mouth. The woman had a long, bloody gash on her wrist, but no blood was flowing out of it. It wasn't the white blood cells that were causing the bleeding; the blood had simply dried up.
☆、260 Pampered to the bone, love knows no sorrow! (Heartwarming!)
Huangfu Xuan was shocked. He stepped forward and pulled Ji Wushang away. He reached for her carotid artery and felt a slight throbbing. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately channeled a lot of his inner energy into her. He estimated that it would save her life before withdrawing his inner energy.
At this moment, he felt that her whole body was ice cold, as if she were frozen stiff! Huangfu Xuan immediately picked her up and carried her off the stone bed, walked to the bed in the inner room, put her down, and covered her with a brocade quilt.
Not daring to linger or look any longer, Huangfu Xuan turned around and immediately returned to Nan Xuzong's side, pulled him up, and immediately channeled his internal energy into him.
The night was surprisingly cold.
When Nan Xuzong woke up, it was close to dawn, and what he saw was Huangfu Xuan.
He was startled, his dark eyes fixed on him, while Huangfu Xuan's lips curled into a mocking smile, "I never thought that even the Fourth Prince, with his unparalleled martial arts skills, could be successfully outmaneuvered by a woman!"
Nan Xuzong's eyes darkened, his sinister gaze fixed on him. He lowered his head in silence, immediately adjusting his internal energy. He found that his entire body was smooth and without any discomfort. The torment of ice and fire from before was gone.
He looked at Huangfu Xuan in surprise, "It's you..."
"It's her." Huangfu Xuan had his back to him, presenting him with a cold and aloof demeanor.
Nan Xuzong was startled, only then remembering everything that had happened—he had actually yelled orders at her… His breath hitched. He tried hard to recall everything that had occurred: the dagger, the sweet scent, carrying her delicate fragrance… Nan Xuzong looked around sharply. There were still dried bloodstains on the ground, and the dagger remained, gleaming coldly.
She treated the wound on her arm, and the fabric was torn from under her skirt...
His face turned ashen. "Where is she?" He immediately stood up and went to look for her.
Huangfu Xuan turned to look at him and said, "Zong, why don't you two break up? If you stay with her, either she will hurt you or you will hurt her... No matter how much you pamper and love her, it's a fact that you have unintentionally hurt her. Zong, don't be stubborn."
Nan Xuzong listened to his words, and originally thought he would say no, but this time he remained silent.
"Allow me to be selfish just this once," Nan Xuzong finally said. He glanced at Huangfu Xuan. "Thank you!"
"She's in bed. I'll leave first. Think it over carefully!" Huangfu Xuan looked at Nan Xuzong, sighed, took a few steps, then stopped. "I'm afraid she's not doing well."
Nan Xuzong paused for a moment, picked up his clothes and put them on, then immediately went into the inner room. He looked at Ji Wushang's almost transparent face, stepped forward, and sat down on the edge of her bed.
He looked at Ji Wushang, his hand gently touching her face, the icy feeling startling him. Nan Xuzong took her hand out from under the quilt and carefully checked her pulse. But, so cold… her heartbeat was so slow, almost imperceptible… Nan Xuzong frowned, looking at the long bloodstain on her wrist.
Heartbroken and filled with remorse, Nan Xuzong wished he were the one lying in bed! He would rather die than let her lie there so peacefully! Damn it, who was that woman last night, daring to impersonate Ji Wushang! He would never let her get away with this!
Nan Xuzong held Ji Wushang in his arms and carried him out of the secret room.
Gong Shu, Hong Fei, and the others were waiting outside the door, but to their surprise, Ji Wushang had fainted in Nan Xuzong's arms, and Nan Xuzong was actually carrying her out!
"Gong Shu, prepare the medicinal herbs, all of them, left by Master." Nan Xuzong's eyes were cold, like a wild lion that often hunts. He turned and carried Ji Wushang into an inner room. Gong Shu, Hong Fei, and the others immediately went to prepare them.
Nan Xuzong applied acupuncture to Ji Wushang, then channeled his formidable inner energy into her. Exhausted, he finally stopped. Gong Shu, seeing Nan Xuzong nearly collapse, stepped forward, "Master, should we…?"
Nan Xuzong waved his hand and swallowed the meditation pills that had been prepared. "You may leave now! Do not disturb us today."
"Yes," Gong Shu immediately replied.
Nan Xuzong waved his hand, and the incense curtains fell.
He held her in his arms, gently embracing her. "Wu Shang, tell me, is what Third Brother said right or wrong? No matter how much I pamper and love you, you still often get hurt because of me. Wu Shang, should we separate? Are we destined not to be together?"
"This wind, this moon, all I want is to share them with you... I just want to spend these years with you... Wu Shang, tell me, how, how can we avoid all the harm?"
"There's only a little over a month left. Can't I even fulfill such a small wish?" Nan Xuzong stroked Ji Wushang's face, hot tears falling on her face. He quickly wiped them away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Wushang, am I being too selfish? Am I?" He looked at her, cupped her face, and kissed her cold, pale lips.
“Wu Shang…” He buried his head in her chest and cried bitterly, “Wu Shang, sob sob… what should I do? Tell me, is this the end for us? Is it…” He wept like a child in her arms.
“If this is the end… if, if it is…” Nan Xuzong looked at her, “Can I… can I hope for this… this past month… Wushang… Wushang, tell me…” Nan Xuzong looked up at her quiet face, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye.
Nan Xuzong saw it, and he paused for a moment. He stepped forward and kissed the tear that had not yet fallen. "So bitter, so bitter..." He smiled bitterly, looking at her, his tears falling onto her chest and onto her clothes, not having time to wipe them away.
“What should I do, Wu Shang…” Nan Xuzong held her in his arms, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, but, but, I, I’m so conflicted, should I, should I leave… Wu Shang…”