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"We'll talk about them later... What's the most valuable thing you have?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of laziness, as he reached out to touch a strand of hair between her brows. "Give me your most valuable thing."

Yichun was shocked: "My master only gave me ten taels of silver when I left home! I've spent most of it on the journey, and you still want the remaining three taels?! Am I supposed to starve from now on?"

He smiled slightly, his slender fingers sliding down to her neckline and stopping.

“There’s something even more valuable, how about you give it to me?” His palm suddenly felt hot against her heart.

Yichun looked down at his hands, then looked up at his face, and suddenly understood what he meant.

“I’m not giving this away,” she said, looking into his eyes.

Shu Jun was speechless for a moment.

Her eyes were clear and bright, black and white. Only someone innocent and naive would have such eyes, seeing through all illusions and temptations to get straight to the essence.

However, she was neither foolishly naive nor clueless about the ways of the world.

It's just that no one can defile her.

Little Pumpkin always joked about her, sometimes seriously, sometimes not, and he just laughed it off. He couldn't really say he liked her that much, but he felt it was a rare and precious thing to meet someone like her.

Getting close to her was really dangerous. At the manor in Tanzhou, he thought he never wanted to see her again.

Staring at a surface of water that reflects nothing, it's easy to become obsessed, stubbornly pursuing results that aren't yours. Her eyes were fixed on him, without the slightest hint of avoidance; she paid no heed to his beauty or temptation.

She could clearly see him as a person, but she couldn't see his reflection in her eyes.

Shu Jun couldn't help but chuckle again, casually untying one of her ribbons, and said softly, "I'm afraid you have no choice. It's dark and windy now, the night is deep and quiet, and it's just the two of us here. You're poisoned and can't move. If you were me, wouldn't you do something to make things more interesting?"

Yichun did not answer, but just looked at him quietly.

Shu Jun's fingers stopped and slowly withdrew.

“You’re so boring,” he complained. “You’re not fun at all.”

Yichun really wanted to roll her eyes at him. This person was extremely nasty and always made inappropriate jokes. He really needed to change this habit.

Shu Jun put his arm under his head, not caring about his image at all, and lay sprawled out on the haystack, making Yi Chun uncomfortable. She kept saying, "How can you be so domineering! There's so much space here for you to lie down!"

He said lazily, "Little Pumpkin will find your junior brother. The instructions are written on the note. Don't worry about them."

Yi Chun was grateful and whispered, "Thank you, Shu Jun. You're a good person, I know. You've been poisoned too, haven't you? Is there anything I can do to help?"

He rolled his eyes, still somewhat unwilling, and suddenly turned back to face her, nose to nose, eye to eye. After a long while, he said softly, "Yes, your antidote can still work for now."

He pulled her head into his arms, pressed his lips to her forehead, and gave her a light kiss.

He suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart, a very unfamiliar pain that made him feel helpless and at a loss for what to do.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Her face was very red—no, to be precise, half of it was bright red and the other half was pale.

The poison administered by Zui Xue wasn't fatal, but it was quite potent, damaging the body's meridians and forcing the patient into a state of demonic possession. Even if left untreated, Yi Chun wouldn't die, but after recovering, she would never be able to practice martial arts again, and would be relegated to cooking with a kitchen knife for the rest of her life.

Shu Jun leaned against the wall, half-lying down and half-sitting, with Yi Chun's head resting on his lap.

She was light and thin. She was always a cheerful, silly girl, sometimes clever and sometimes silly, making it easy to forget that she was only fifteen years old and that she still had a lot to grow in both body and mind.

His fingers traced across half of her flushed face. Her expression held a hint of pain, and she seemed dazed, likely suffering greatly from the poison.

Shu Jun had an impulse to throw her out and let her fend for herself.

She's dangerous, you can't get close, his instincts kept warning him. Just leave her, leave her, leave her, it would be best if she died, then nothing could tug at his heartstrings, and he could still be the same pure, cold, and ruthless Shu Jun.

He even maliciously thought that she wasn't pretty at all, and that any girl selling tofu in town would be more womanly than her.

Why should I feel sorry for someone like that? What did she gain by all of this?

Yichun suddenly woke up, her eyes burning red from the poison, and stared at him blankly for a while.

Shu Jun leaned closer and whispered, "Hey, can you stay here by yourself? I've already done this much good deed, so it's worth the meal you gave me, right?"

She looked bewildered, still not fully conscious, and kept muttering, "Where is Yang Shen?" She couldn't find that rascal-faced boy anywhere.

Shu Jun suddenly felt incredibly irritated. He shook her off, got up, and walked straight to the entrance of the dilapidated temple. Suddenly, he turned around and rushed back, grabbed her chin, and shook it from side to side, saying unhappily, "Shu Jun, where's Shu Jun? Aren't you going to ask him?"

Yichun was so dizzy from being shaken that she murmured "Shu Jun" to herself, and then fell silent. Upon closer inspection, she realized that she had fallen asleep again.

This feeling is absolutely awful.

Shu Jun pinched her face hard, as if he wanted to turn her into a pig's head. Looking back at the sky, dawn was breaking. The night was almost over. If he didn't give her the antidote before noon, this child would really only be able to cook with a kitchen knife for the rest of her life.

Unable to wait for Little Pumpkin and the others to find this place, Shu Jun carried her on his shoulder and walked out of the dilapidated temple.

She owes him more and more, so much that... she can only repay it herself.

Remembering how seriously she said, "I'm not giving this away," Shu Jun couldn't help but think the same seriously: "I have to give it away whether I want to or not." Those angry thoughts from earlier were long forgotten.

At that time, it was just beginning to get light, and the pharmacies in Suzhou were not yet open. You would have to wait at least another hour to get your medicine.

However, this was no challenge for Shu Jun. With someone on his shoulder, he still moved with the ease of a fairy, scaling the wall and entering the pharmacy to grab medicine from the cabinet without leaving the owner a single penny.

The morning mist was damp, and fine water droplets clung to his hair and clothes. His running movements were faster than the most agile crane.

Suddenly, he stopped and leaped onto a house, hiding his body behind the blue tiles.

After a moment, a painted carriage appeared from behind the mist, its horses' hooves making a crisp clattering sound on the slippery cobblestone path. The carriage was plain except for a delicate swallow painted in a deep purple hue.