Chu Cheng Ming stared at her with an icy gaze for a moment, his lips tightly pursed, saying nothing.

  Yan Xijun saw stubbornness and deep hatred in his eyes, she knew the hatred in his eyes had nothing to do with her, but she couldn't help asking: "The palace is so dangerous, why come here?"

  Chu Cheng Ming looked at her with a strange expression: "If I don't come, you won't have an antidote. Do you want to die?"

  "She shook her head, 'You can have someone send over the antidote, why bother running here yourself?'"

  "I don't trust them!" Chu Chengming sighed and said.

  Yan Xikun looked at him in shock and suspicion, what was wrong with his own people? Did he really distrust others that much?

  Chu Cheng Ming knew what she was thinking and didn't explain, he just sat silently beside her.

  The two of them were silent, and in the stillness of the night, all that could be heard was the chirping of insects outside the window. The air inside the house was stifling and a little frightening.

  Finally, Yan Xijun carefully asked: "Do you want revenge?"

  Chu Cheng said coldly: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, or one of these days you'll die without knowing what hit you."

  "Even if I die, it's none of your business. Don't ask and just don't ask." Yan Xijun said angrily, speaking softly doesn't work, does she have to use such vicious words to provoke people.

  Chu Cheng Meng wanted to say something, but suddenly a surge of suffocating air rushed up from his chest and into his mouth. He panicked and quickly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, coughing up a mouthful of blood that stained the entire cloth.

  "Cough, cough, cough," he continued to cough lightly, with more and more blood gathering on his handkerchief.

  "Hey, are you okay?" Yan Xijun stared at the shocking blood and couldn't help but feel frightened. What had happened to him?

  "Why did he vomit so much blood?"

  Yan Xijun patted him on the back to help him catch his breath, and asked softly.

  Outside the window, a green shadow flew in again. Before he could react, the green shadow moved to their side, one hand forcefully pushing Yan Xijun away, and the other hand quickly pressing several acupoints on Chu Chengming's body.

  Then Chu Cheng Ming stopped vomiting blood and fell softly into his arms.

  At first, Yan Xijun thought it was Gu Zhaoyi who had arrived, because Gu Zhaoyi also wore a blue dress. But as soon as she took a closer look, she found that it was actually a young man.

  Yan Xijun was pushed aside by him, seeing how tense Chu Chengming was, and guessed that they might be in cahoots with each other. He kindly reminded: "You quickly help him take a look, he seems to be in a bad way."

  "Shut up!" The man in green clothes cursed in a low voice, then stared at her fiercely before picking up Chu Chengming and flying out of the window quickly.

  Yan Xijun got up from the ground with a sullen expression, gazing in the direction they had disappeared, recalling the fierce gaze of the man in green clothes, as if he had a grudge against her.

  It's strange, it wasn't her who made Chu Chengming like that, did that man have to look at her like that?

  Framed to death!

  However, after Chu Chengming was taken away by the man in green clothes, Yan Xikun always felt a sense of unease in her heart, and she vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with her.

  Spent a restless night and then spent an uneasy day, as soon as it got dark, Yan Xijun went to bed.

  I didn't sleep well last night because of what happened, so I went to bed especially early tonight.

  Yan Xijun slept until she was dazed and confused, but her sensitive nerves kept telling her that there was a strange breath around her, as if someone had entered her room.

  She was startled awake and as soon as she opened her eyes, she found that there really was someone standing beside the bed, staring at her intensely.

  She wanted to cry for help, but found that these eyes were too familiar, unexpectedly discovering that this person was the green-clothed man from last night.

  "Who are you? What are you doing sneaking into my palace in the middle of the night?" Yan Xijun asked, seeing that he was staring at her with a gaze that didn't contain any dangerous cold light.

  A man in blue suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to her, "My name is Qing, please save my master!"

  "Hey, wait a minute." Yan Xijun saw a big man kowtowing to her and felt very embarrassed. She quickly got out of bed and pulled him up, "Don't kowtow to me, I can't take it!"

  The man in blue clothes said stubbornly: "If you don't agree to save my master, I'll kneel here forever."

  "There's gold under your knees, hurry up!" Yan Xijun kindly advised, as the old saying goes, one kneels to heaven and earth, and to parents and ancestors, who dares to kneel randomly?

  "You don't agree, I won't get up!" The man in green clothes had a stern face and was very stubborn.

  "Alright, you get up then!" Yan Xijun nodded, "I'll save you, call for Qing!"

  "So I'll ask you, is your master Chu Chengming?"

  "Yes." Qing stood up.

  Yan Xijun only then discovered that Qing had grown very tall, she had to tilt her head up just to see his face.

  Yan Xijun moved to a chair beside him and asked in puzzlement: "Why did your master want me to save you? I'm not a doctor, after all?"

  He sighed sorrowfully and said, "It seems that Master didn't tell you anything."

  "What's the secret?" Everyone has curiosity, and at this moment, Yan Xijun was very curious about Chu Chengming's affairs.

  "The master has never liked others to know his business, but if he doesn't tell you clearly, you won't be able to understand the reason behind things." Qing seemed to have made a major decision and said to Yan Xijun with some difficulty.

  Yan Xijun saw his distressed expression and knew he was a loyal person, but was afraid that Chu Chengming had warned him not to reveal his affairs, now he wanted to betray his orders and felt a bit difficult.

  Qing Si tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, took a deep breath, and then spoke: "Actually, you and Master Zhong were poisoned by the same toxin."

  "What? He's also poisoned?" Yan Xijun stared at Qing in shock.

  "Yes, Master's poison started when he was seven years old and has been poisoned all the way to now. The amount of toxins in his body is unknown how many times more than yours!"

  "Who poisoned him?"

  "Some things are better left unknown." Qing said kindly to Yan Xijun.

  Yan Xijun was silent for a moment, and without thinking, he should have guessed who the poisoner was. It's just that from the age of seven, he had been poisoned by someone, and that person was too cruel!

  "Why can he shift the poison that others put on him onto me?" Yan Xijun asked, puzzled by this strange occurrence.

  "Listen to me, you also know that the master is a prince of the previous dynasty. Even if he was imprisoned, there are still many loyal ministers like me who would die for him."

  "When we found out he was poisoned, it was also in his eighth year, the time when Master had an episode, which pained him for three days and nights. Later on, we were anxious and secretly invited many doctors to research this poison, half a year later, they finally came up with some results."

  "We have researched how to make an antidote, but due to the limited availability of medicinal materials, we can only produce twelve pellets per year. However, we are content with this, as at least our master's body is guaranteed safety."

  "We and the master are all thinking of revenge, but unfortunately our strength is too weak. In the master's 12th year, we secretly planned an assassination, thinking that we could kill him with one blow. However, we underestimated him and didn't expect his martial arts to be so powerful. Not only did we fail to kill him, but he also caught a glimpse of our plan."

  "Later on, that person also sent many assassins to kill our master. We fought back but it was no use. Many of us died in that battle, even the master..."

  "How is he now?" After hearing Qing talk about his past, Yan Xikun inexplicably felt a lump in his throat, and couldn't help but feel sad and anxious for that celestial-like youth.

  The green painful memories said: "Those assassins caught the master and made a ruthless move, throwing the master off the cliff."

  "Ah!" Yan Xijun involuntarily cried out, hurriedly covering her mouth. She seemed to have seen this scene before, seeing him covered in blood being thrown off the cliff.

  Qing looked at her strangely and continued: "The master was also very lucky, not destined to die. He was thrown from the top of a cliff by someone, but fortunately landed on the top of a large tree, where he was supported by leaves and managed to escape with his life."

  "After we rescued our master, we were distressed to find that his two legs had been crippled and all the tendons and bones were broken, and he could no longer walk."