This villain has become a ghost

Yue Liuyun opened his eyes.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she felt that the splitting headache had finally stopped and her eyesight gradually became clearer.

My soul feels an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

She raised her hand with a slight tremor and looked at her palm. It was no longer transparent and even full of life.

She looked around and saw the familiar Qinghe Palace. However, behind the black bed curtain lay the unconscious Nangong Mingzhu.

His chest was wrapped like a dumpling, and no one knew who had done it. Bleeding slightly from the wound, his handsome face was extremely pale, and his eyes were tightly closed.

She was suddenly startled, and at that moment, she seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the valley.

What is…going on?

The faint burning sandalwood covered the bloody smell in the room. Outside the palace, the sky gradually darkened and the sun set in the west.

"Miss Yue, you finally woke up."

Ling Chaomian was watching by her side, his moon-white robe stained with blood. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her finally wake up.

She said solemnly, "What happened to his injury? What happened to the blood on your body? And how did my soul recover?"

Hearing this, Ling Chaomian realized that there was blood on his body and said, "...This is his blood, not mine."

Afterwards, Ling Chaomian told Yue Liuyun everything that had happened.

After finishing speaking, Ling Chaomian sighed somewhat melancholy, as if recalling something from the past, and muttered softly:

"Although he seems cold-blooded and ruthless, he is actually quite reliable most of the time."

If it weren't for him, Ling Chaomian might have been living in dire straits. What awaited him was either the old imperial teacher's brutal torture, or... his own suicide.

He raised his eyes to look at Yue Liuyun, but saw that her face had turned pale, and her drooping eyelashes hid the emotions in her eyes.

After a long pause, she spoke with difficulty, "The poison has been catalyzed. Does he... not have much time left?"

Ling Chaomian glanced at Nangong Mingzhu worriedly, but then he comforted her softly, saying, "That system said it would find a way to save him."

Yue Liuyun asked, "He knew long ago that the poison in his body would not allow him to live long, right?"

Ling Chaomian said: "...Yes."

Yue Liuyun was silent.

She didn't know what she felt inside.

What she originally thought was a fragile alliance, an unreliable friendship, that little bit of illusory goodwill... could actually lead to him saving her life.

Yue Liuyun was a little confused and asked, "Do I... owe him a life now?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Suddenly, a hoarse and low voice sounded. The tone was a little weak, but it made Yue Liuyun's heart tremble.

She turned around suddenly and met his half-smile eyes. His pale and dry lips curled up into a beautiful arc, and the expression between his eyebrows was no different from usual.

For some reason, her eyes suddenly turned red, but she quickly concealed it and returned to normal at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing him wake up, Ling Chaomian finally let go of his worries and said, "Alas, you two were unconscious for three whole days and three nights. It's good that you woke up."

"It's getting late. I should go now. You two can chat first. The palace servants are guarding outside. If there is anything, just summon them immediately."

After saying that, Ling Chaomian left tactfully.

During these three days, the palace was in chaos. To outsiders, it seemed that His Majesty the Emperor was attacked again, and was attacked right under the nose of the Imperial Master. Fortunately, the guard Feng Ning arrived in time (to act out this scene), thus saving His Majesty's life again.

Without King Xuan to deal with the matter, memorials piled up like a mountain. The palace maids, eunuchs and guards were all talking about it. The eldest princess had been imprisoned in the Sky Prison, so who else would be so bold as to assassinate His Majesty?

The concubines knelt outside and cried as if they were really crying. In the end, they were driven back by Ling Chaomian on the grounds of "disturbing the emperor's peace."

Empress Dowager Ye Zhaoxi also came once, but she seemed more frightened than the "assassinated" emperor. She stammered a few symbolic words and left.

Nangong Mingzhu was injured even more seriously than last time. The poison had taken effect, his heart meridian was damaged, and he had lost too much blood. It was not easy for him to wake up. Fortunately, Jingtan was helpful, and he had strong vitality, so he did not die on the spot.

In Qinghe Palace, the few wisps of evening haze leaking out from the window lattices disappeared silently.

Yue Liuyun stared at his pale and weak face, and in a trance saw the man in the cell who had long lost his former vitality, and suddenly felt a dense tingling pain in his heart.

She was silent for a while before she spoke: "If you hadn't saved me, your poison wouldn't have taken effect so quickly. You would have had a long time to live."

Nangong Mingzhu changed to a more comfortable position and lay down. Perhaps because of the pain, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still smiled and said with regret:

"I thought... you would say something to thank me, but it's really disappointing..."

Yue Liuyun said softly: "...Thank you."

"How do you thank me?" He raised his eyebrows.

Yue Liuyun looked at him steadily, and said slowly but firmly, "I will do my best to save you. I won't let you die."

She is not an ungrateful person. She gave me a papaya and I repaid it with a jade pendant, let alone a favor that concerns her life.

Nangong Mingzhu said: "So you see, when I save you, I am also saving myself."

"So... don't say anything like if I didn't save you, and don't say you owe me anything."

"Yue Liuyun, you don't owe anyone anything."

You don't owe anyone anything.

These words seemed to have touched the softest spot in her heart, making her feel inexplicably warm. Heat welled up in her eyes again, but she suppressed it again.

For so many years, she thought she could escape from her original family. She hated her parents' constraints, but at the same time she felt guilty about them.

She wanted to escape, but the conscience deep in her heart prevented her from letting go.

But she clearly... doesn't owe anyone anything.

Yue Liuyun took a deep breath, shook off those thoughts, tried to stay rational, and said:

"With your intelligence, you should have thought that if I disappeared, the system would find someone else to replace me."

"...Then, someone will naturally come to rescue you, and you won't have to take such a big risk."

So why on earth would this person make such a decision?

She just... couldn't figure it out.

Obviously, if we look at the interests from his perspective, there is a better solution.

The evening breeze was blowing gently, and the palace servants were afraid that the emperor would catch a cold, so they closed the doors and windows, carefully lit the candles, and then retreated back outside, guarding respectfully.