Feng Jin Chen's poison acted up again.
Unlike before, this time it seemed exceptionally severe.
"Let go!"
Before Ye Ting Lan could even react, his arm was pulled away. Without a chance to explain, Feng Yin Wan took the little one and rushed into the room.
Ye Ting Lan, unaware of the situation, frowned and prepared to follow, but a figure beside him was already a step ahead.
"Let me."
The moment the little one was placed on the bed, Song Qing An followed.
Without a word, he adjusted his breathing and sat by the bedside.
Feng Yin Wan frowned.
"But your injuries..."
"It's nothing."
This poison flared up more fiercely with each recurrence, requiring a deep internal energy to suppress it.
Feng Yin Wan had been learning martial arts for a short time and was naturally not as skilled as him.
As internal energy surged, within half a quarter of an hour, a thin sheen of sweat beaded on Song Qing An's forehead.
Feng Yin Wan's heart tightened, her gaze anxiously fixed on the two figures, the adult and the child, on the bed, daring not to divert her attention.
"Mmm..."
The wound tore open in an instant.
Song Qing An's face turned pale, his once rosy lips now ashen.
Seeing this, Feng Yin Wan's heart clenched.
"Yu Zhi..."
Her words were cut short. Song Qing An shook his head, a faint smile touching his lips.
"It's fine."
The poison was only a step away from being suppressed. If he were to lose focus now, it would all be for naught.
Feng Yin Wan dared not disturb him, so she pursed her lips and retreated. Her peripheral vision caught sight of the dark-clothed figure behind her, and only then did she realize Ye Ting Lan had followed them in.
Their gazes met briefly in mid-air. Feng Yin Wan's expression turned cold, her beautiful eyes immediately averted.
If anything happened to Chen Chen, she would fight him to the death!
"Thump."
A soft sound, unexpected, and Song Qing An collapsed onto the bed, unconscious.
At the same time, the poison within Feng Jin Chen, which should have been suppressed, surged back.
This sudden turn of events startled Feng Yin Wan, leaving her momentarily unsure whom to attend to first.
In her daze, a chilling aura swept past her. Ye Ting Lan had already taken Song Qing An's place.
Taken aback by this unexpected move, Feng Yin Wan paused, then immediately went to check on Song Qing An.
"Yu Zhi, wake up."
His injuries had not fully healed, and his wound had torn open again. Exerting himself too much had led to him losing consciousness.
Now that his breathing had stabilized, he was regaining some awareness.
"Wan'er..."
The sound was faint, almost a whisper of air.
Feng Yin Wan nodded. After giving him a pill to replenish his vitality, she reached out to help him up.
"Rest for a moment, I'll get you some water."
Just as she was about to rise, her wrist was once again clasped.
Song Qing An shook his head, his gaze directed towards Feng Jin Chen and Ye Ting Lan.
"No need to go."
The little one's condition was still unstable; how could she leave?
Understanding his intention, Feng Yin Wan pursed her lips and broke free from his grasp.
"Soon, just wait."
The poison, once it flared up, was incurable. Her staying here wouldn't help, and besides, he had done this to save Chen Chen.
When Feng Yin Wan returned with water, Ye Ting Lan had already withdrawn his internal energy.
His stern, handsome face was tinged with a faint pallor.
Feng Yin Wan was momentarily stunned, then averted her gaze.
She simply handed the teacup to Song Qing An.
"Here."
Ye Ting Lan, upon seeing this, tightened his lips, a barely perceptible chill crossing his face.
He then flicked his sleeve and, without a word, strode out of the room.
"Your Highness."
The sound of guards outside could be faintly heard. Feng Yin Wan caught only half a sentence before moving to check on Feng Jin Chen.
The poison in the little one's body had been suppressed, but his brows were still furrowed, his face alarmingly pale, and his limbs felt cold.
Feng Yin Wan's eyes welled up slightly. She tenderly rubbed his hand and enveloped his small palm in hers.
It was two hours later when Ye Ting Lan returned.
Feng Jin Chen had still not woken, but Qi Xuan had.
"Your Highness..."
Ye Ting Lan waved him off. "No need to say more. Go back and rest well."
The imperial physician had examined him, and his body was fine. He had woken without any abnormalities.
The poison should have been resolved.
Qi Xuan wanted to say a few more words, but knowing that Ye Ting Lan was worried about the little one's coma, he nodded and withdrew.
"Yes."
In the room, Song Qing An had largely recovered and was quietly waiting beside Feng Yin Wan.
As the chilling aura entered again, Feng Yin Wan looked up, only to see him looking at Song Qing An beside them.
"Get out. I have something to say to her."
His words were curt, devoid of warmth, as indifferent as ice.
Song Qing An looked up, their gazes locking in a silent standoff.
After a moment, it was Feng Yin Wan who broke the tension.
"Yu Zhi."
Song Qing An nodded, and when he turned to look at her, the coldness in his eyes instantly melted away.
"If there's any problem, call me. I'll be outside the door."
Seeing Feng Yin Wan nod, he then stepped out.
As the atmosphere in the room grew silent, Ye Ting Lan's gaze shifted from Feng Jin Chen's small face, his eyes softening with a hint of affection he himself hadn't noticed.
But in an instant, his thoughts were drawn back by Feng Yin Wan.
"Thank you for what you did just now."
If he hadn't intervened today, Chen Chen might have...
His tone remained as indifferent as ever, but at least she had offered her thanks.
Ye Ting Lan's stern brows twitched slightly, offering no comment.
"What's wrong with the poison in his body?"
The little one was usually lively and adorable; it was hard to imagine him carrying such potent venom.
And the poison was incredibly difficult to deal with; even he had found it quite troublesome to handle earlier.
If it hadn't been contained, the consequences would have been dire.
Having anticipated his question, Feng Yin Wan raised an eyebrow, not intending to hide anything.
"That poison has been in Chen Chen's body since birth. I have been diligently studying elixir arts, but I still haven't found a way to break it."
And the only method available at the moment was now gone...
This answer was clearly beyond Ye Ting Lan's expectations.
"Your Xuan Sect, known as the foremost sect of medicinal arts, cannot resolve this poison?"
"No."
The woman, uncharacteristically, didn't retort coldly to him.
After a moment of silence, she added.
"Whatever misunderstanding you have, the Xuan Sect is not as you imagine."
Ye Ting Lan glanced at her, his gaze so faint it was almost devoid of emotion.
"Why are you so insistent on the Hundred Wood Ling Xi?"
His deep eyes locked onto her, as if trying to discern something.
Feng Yin Wan's eyelashes fluttered.
If she hadn't come to the capital this time, she would never have thought of letting the little one meet him.
But now that things had come to this, regardless of how they had become entangled, she could see that Ye Ting Lan seemed to genuinely care for Chen Chen.
Perhaps if she explained the reason... he would be willing to help?
"To dissolve the poison in Chen Chen's body, it is needed."
"Is that so."
His voice was calm and level, as if he had already anticipated this.
Feng Yin Wan frowned, then heard him continue.
"This King can provide the Hundred Wood Ling Xi to treat the child, but until everything is clarified, he must remain in this manor, under my personal tutelage."
This news was so sudden that Feng Yin Wan froze in place upon hearing it.
After a moment, a spark of joy erupted in her eyes.
"The Hundred Wood Ling Xi is still in your possession?!"
His response was a specially made iron box that appeared in Ye Ting Lan's palm.
It was the very same one she had seen during the heist that day!
Feng Yin Wan's heart leaped.
It was indeed true!
So, the item stolen from the treasury last night was a fake?
"Consider my terms carefully."
"No need, I agree."
His willingness to produce the Hundred Wood Ling Xi was already a great help.
Feng Jin Chen's poison couldn't be delayed any longer. Since the Hundred Wood Ling Xi was secured, she had to return to the Moon Kingdom immediately to retrieve the Juan Yan Hong.
"Your Highness, you wouldn't mind me leaving some of my people here, would you?"
"You wish to leave?"
Feng Yin Wan nodded, her expression growing somber. "If Your Highness truly likes Chen Chen, then please take good care of him."
At least at this moment, regarding this matter, their positions were aligned.
Ye Ting Lan's gaze deepened. "This King will."
With his assurance, Feng Yin Wan was relieved. She nodded and was about to leave, but he called out to her as she turned.
"You said the Xuan Sect is not as this King imagines, then prove it to this King."