n its bones and a natural talent for learning Buddhism, but also has a very unique way of thinking. Its ambition is to publish secret records of yin-yang sorcery, like lists of 500 famous people—that...Time drags on.

It can also be said that time passes like years.

I lay on the bamboo bed with my eyes closed, but I couldn't fall asleep.

Thoughts swirling, that one look from Mu Wanchen was too shocking. His eyes seemed to be telling me of love, yet also the gentle farewell.

I know, I can't make a fuss. No matter what Mu Wanchen decides or does, I can't cry or get angry and throw a tantrum.

He trusts me, even entrusting his people to me. I cannot let him down.

Mu Xia Qiao and I were lying back to back, our bodies both slender, easily fitting on a bamboo bed.

But now my hearing is too acute. I hear footsteps—footsteps that reach our room door two minutes later.

The guard whispered a question, and I felt Mu Xia Qiao gently get out of bed beside me.

She carefully pushed open a sliver of the window and whispered, "Who's there"

A woman's voice came from the doorway, a voice that was very familiar.

"...I'm here to find the Witch Queen."

"Who are you" the young mistress's voice held a hint of caution.

But I had already discerned whose voice it was, even though it was spoken softly. I still heard it was Si Huang.

Her voice was laced with exhaustion. She sighed and said, "I came to thank her for thinking of our tribe even in such a desperate situation... Never mind, it doesn't really matter what I say. I won't disturb her while she rests."

"Uh, you... aren't you injured There's so much blood on your back..." The young wife asked with concern.

Si Huang drew a sharp breath, lowering her voice to say, "Well, this was caused by an intruder. She had a firearm and tried to take advantage of the chaos to steal the Si Clan's seal and open the tomb, but I drove her away."

Hearing this, I widened my eyes. Someone took advantage of the chaos to enter the temple And they even wanted to steal from the Si clan's tomb

Wouldn't that be — Ms. Xue

Only she would be familiar with the situation regarding the FaMen's standing, wouldn't she

What does she want to do

Could it be that you have your eyes on the treasures of the Wuzhang City and the Si clan Do you want to take advantage of the chaos and loot them

“I just wanted to ask Queen Witch, before I gave her something important to keep safe. She should have taken good care of it… Forget it, there shouldn't be a problem. I'll go settle the people first and speak with Queen Witch when she wakes up.”

Holy crap!

That thing, the thing Si Huang gave me... I put it in the pouch around my neck!

And that treasure pouch was taken away by my mother... no, no, it was taken by Ms. Xue!

What can we do about this!

Ms. Xue probably doesn't know that the "pebble" Si Huang gave me is a valuable item, does she After all, the stone looks utterly unremarkable.

What should I do Do I still have to think of a way to "steal" the things back without leaving any trace

Ms. Xue seems to have gotten involved with the treasures of the Fa Men sect. She's eyeing not only the Witch King City but also things belonging to the Si clan.

"You…" The young mistress's voice was a bit hurried: "Don't worry about the people first, go treat your injuries. If you were hurt by firearms, it could be serious! Open wounds like this can't be treated casually, or I'll help you contact the hospital"

"No, I wasn't hit directly, and I'm not that delicate." Si Huang rejected the junior wife's kindness.

She was very proud and wouldn't readily accept help, but faced with such a natural disaster, even the greatest magical power would be useless - the issue of survival was not something that could be resolved by magic.

Survival issues, oh my, so many people struggle with food and shelter!

Thinking about this makes me annoyed. I tried to force myself to sleep for a bit, and in the hazy darkness, I vaguely felt like the bed beneath me was getting softer.

So soft, it felt like sleeping on a cloud, just like the bed Mu Wanchen had prepared for me in the city of Wuzhuangshan.

Inside is jade, outside is brocade silk, soft and tender, once you sink in, you won't want to get up.

"……Little Luo'er."

The sound was as light as the breeze, I rubbed my pillow and pulled the blanket over myself.

On the bamboo bed was just a thin blanket. When I lay down, I didn't even bother to check if the blanket was damp or not. I just flopped down face-first and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The little junior wife was a kind person. Although Si Huang said he was fine and stubbornly walked away, the little junior wife didn't feel at ease and chased after him. She also ordered the soldiers to guard the door for me.

Compared to Mu Xia Qiao's softness and resilience, I feel like I am a heartless person.

I value life, but I don't really care about people who are not related to me.

My father and elder brother said, "A skilled doctor is sincere."

If one is a physician, one must calm the mind and set aside all desires. One should first cultivate a great compassionate and caring heart, vowing to relieve the suffering of all sentient beings.

I never thought I'd feel this way. I don't want to be a doctor like my father, or spend my life studying medicine like Senior Brother Jun.

Perhaps the coldness in my personality is too deeply hidden. The four hundred and forty diseases of the world, birth, aging, illness, and death, aside from karmic obstructions, are still natural laws.

But, it's different for Mu Wanchen. Even though he's already at an "old man's" age, I hope he won't grow old, won't get sick, won't feel pain, and won't die.

At that moment, the instant I saw his hair as white as snow, I was shocked. But more than that, I felt a dreadful premonition of separation.

In a hazy, half-awake state, my mind was filled with confusion. I had the feeling that someone had entered the room.

It should be the little mistress, right It's normal for the little mistress to come back to rest, she must have settled Si Huang.

A slight chill ran down my spine, the bamboo bed dipped gently, and a familiar yet strange scent suddenly hit the back of my neck.

Suddenly, a kiss fell on the center of her back neck.

A breath brushed against my skin, instantly awakening the memories of my body.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and in that instant I was suddenly enveloped by a powerful force from behind.

"Ah..."

Hold on, where's the hug This is practically crushing my bones!

Mu Wanchen's breath was so cold it shocked me. His body lacked the warmth it used to have, the gentle heat gone, replaced by a coldness that awakened all my senses.

"...Not sleeping, thinking about something" a low and mellow voice came from behind his ear.

I tried to steady my racing heart, wanting to turn away, but his arms held me tight. His kisses trailed across the back of my neck, leaving me too dazed to fight back, my body drained of all resistance.

"Mu Wanchen!"

When I get angry, my voice gets out of control.

"Let me... let me see you!" I struggled hard. If he really had turned white, then I would... I would..."

Mu Wanchen's body was not only cold, but also faintly smelled of blood.

His back of the hand to his forearm had a scar, it was just bandaged thickly with gauze for hemostasis.

The moment I smelled this, all my anger vanished.

With my finger, I gently grazed the wound and could feel the raw flesh of the opening.

This touch makes my nose feel sour.

His words were still soft, and when he spoke to me, his voice would soften even more.

"... Awakening the dharma disciples' spirits, forcibly opening the Yin-Yang well consumes too much mana... My master told me, perhaps Heaven doesn't permit those who remain in the world to be from the Witch Clan, or from mystical arts within the Dharma Sect, but... it is me."

>me were loosely and languidly worn on his body. He looked stunned and asked, "What are you two doing You don't sleep late at night and run into my room to do something Want to change rooms and experie...