"That person, upon learning that we had rescued our master, deliberately sent someone to pay their respects. Once he knew that our master could no longer walk, he withdrew the guards who were monitoring our master and even hypocritically sent people to help our master recover from his illness."

  "Those who were sent over were all quacks and didn't come to treat the illness but rather to examine the master's legs."

  "Day after day, year after year, when Master's legs really couldn't get any better, that person was finally at ease and stopped sending people over."

  And we also lost hope, never expecting Master's legs to get better, but Master insisted on being supported by others to walk every day. He even found many medical books and studied medicine himself, learned acupuncture, and year after year pierced his own legs with needles until blood came out.

  "Finally, the master's hard work paid off. After six years, relying on his own strong will to live and skilled medical techniques, he was able to cure his own leg, from numbness to regaining sensation, then gradually learning to walk again, until now being able to move freely."

  "The problem with my legs has been solved, but the poison in my body cannot be eliminated. Taking medicine every month is only to control the outbreak of the poison and cannot cure it."

  "In order to thoroughly concoct the antidote, we slowly refined this highly toxic pill, and only managed to produce three of them. Master took one with him, which is the same one you consumed."

  "So that's how it is!" Yan Xijun nodded in understanding, no wonder the poison on both of them was the same.

  "We have successfully refined the poisonous pill, but the fatal discovery is that the medicinal materials for making the antidote are becoming increasingly scarce. With each passing month, the amount of antidote produced decreases, and only a small pill can be made, while two people are poisoned, and there is only one antidote left, which makes us very worried and difficult."

  "But the master didn't mind at all, and we never expected that life-saving antidote would be given to you without hesitation."

  "Could it be that he didn't take the antidote last month and this month?" Yan Xijun stood up in surprise, staring at Qing with an unblinking gaze.

  Qing nodded heavily, "Last month the master didn't take his antidote, the toxin flared up, and it was only through our combined internal strength that we managed to barely suppress it."

  "This month, no matter what, we wouldn't let the master hand over the antidote to you, even if it means sacrificing you to protect the master. But unexpectedly, the master knocked us all out for your sake and then sent the antidote to you."

  Yan Xijun's mind flashed back to the scene from last night, his coughing up blood, and he felt a deep sorrow that left him speechless.

  This foolish idiot, how could he be like this? Why did he want to save her life but didn't take good care of his own precious life.

  "Last night when I arrived at your place, I found that the master's poison had flared up. At that time, I was frightened, so my attitude towards you, Miss Yan, was not good. Please forgive me." Qing apologized sincerely.

  "It's nothing!" Yan Xijun finally understood why Qing looked at her like that last night, with a fierce and intimidating gaze.

  "You tell me, how can I save him?" Yan Xijun walked to the front of Qingmian and looked up at him, "No matter what I do, I'm willing!"

  A look of delight gradually spread across his green eyes, and he said excitedly: "Actually, you don't need to do anything, just feed a little of your blood to the master, because there is an antidote component in your blood."

  "Good!"

  "If it weren't for Master being unconscious from last night till now, we wouldn't have come looking for you."

  Yan Xijun hastily picked up a coat and said, "Let's hurry up and go!"

  All the way, Yan Xijun and Qing carefully avoided those palace guards, watching Qing drive familiarly around the left and right of the palace, avoiding the guards again and again. Yan Xijun couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder, he was so familiar with the terrain here, more familiar than she, a palace concubine.

  It took some time to leave the palace, and Qingyi brought Yan Xijun out using lightness skill, flying for a while before finally entering from the back door of a large mansion's backyard.

  It can be seen that the courtyard is very spacious, with artificial hills, small streams, flowing water pavilions, and everything else. However, the only regret is that this courtyard is very desolate, overgrown with weeds everywhere, and gloomy.

  Yan Xijun couldn't believe that this was where Chu Chengming grew up, a dignified prince actually living in such a desolate mansion, his conditions were not even as good as those of ordinary officials in the capital.

  "Was the King of Hell imprisoned in a place like this before?" Yan Xikun couldn't help but ask after thinking about it.

  "Yes, it's been over ten years since I lived here." Qing said with a sense of nostalgia, he didn't feel anything special about this place, but coming back only felt familiar.

  "Watch out for the moss underfoot." Before the words had even fallen, Yan Xijun had already stepped forward with one foot. His foot slipped and his body involuntarily tilted to one side.

  He hastily grasped her arm, his face slightly red, and said somewhat unnaturally: "Be careful!"

  "Thank you." Yan Xijun apologized politely to him, but didn't think much of it in her heart.

  Qing no longer spoke, silently leading her through room after room, finally stopping under a small pavilion.

  Two people had just arrived, and from the attic a very delicate but pretty girl rushed down, only to see her scolding Qing as soon as she saw him: "Why did you come so late, you've been gone for so long."

  "Hasn't he arrived yet? How is our master?" Qing asked the girl.

  "The master has just fallen asleep," the girl curiously looked up and down at Yan Xiu Jun, guessing that she couldn't bear to see others more beautiful than her, so she turned to Qing with a pout: "Who is she?"

  "Oh, she's Miss Yan." Qing continued to introduce her to Yan Xijun: "She is the servant girl who takes care of Master's daily life, you can call her Lan."

  Yan Xijun wasn't very used to interacting with strangers, so she just smiled and considered it a greeting.

  Lan felt a bit disgusted by her cold attitude, thinking she was very arrogant. She looked directly at Yan Xijun and said: "So the master gave you the antidote, it seems that you have the ability to confuse the master..."

  "Lan, don't say what shouldn't be said!" Qing loudly interrupted Lan's words and turned to Yan Xijun: "Miss Yan, let's go up and see the master!"

  Yan Xijun followed Qing to the attic, and when they passed by Lan, she heard her humming heavily, then saw her staring at her with a pair of eyes full of hostility.

  Yan Xijun shrugged and walked away, despite the hostility in Lan's blue eyes, she didn't take it to heart.

  The attic was only halfway when I suddenly heard a loud and piercing cry from a certain room, accompanied by the sound of something shattering on the ground.

  "Not good, the master is having another episode." Yan Xijun heard Qing and Lan's cries of alarm, then saw Qing hastily running up to the attic, with Lan following closely behind her in a fluster.

  What happened? How did they make both of them so flustered? Yan Xijun also quickened her pace, following behind.

  As she stepped into the spacious room, Yan Xijun couldn't believe her eyes. Clothes and bedding were scattered all over the floor, and there were many shattered flower pot shards everywhere. The culprit responsible for this mess was still yelling and shouting at this moment.

  Yan Xijun gazed at the lean figure, seeing him glare with bloodshot eyes at Lan and Qing as he bellowed: "You murderous demons, get out of my sight!"

  Zhu Cheng Ming looks no different from a madman!

  "Master, it's us!"

  "You're a murderer, I'll take revenge! Revenge!" Chu Chengming picked up a piece of the flower vase from the ground and charged over with it in hand.

  Green and blue flashed by quickly, seeing the master unyielding, still shaking his steps to rush over, two people feared hurting him, but did not dare to take action easily.