The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

After leaving the room, they summoned the doctor who was treating Bai Changchuan. The old man, dressed in a long black robe, knelt on the ground, trembling.

Ying Ji asked, "What are the soldier's symptoms? What medicine are you giving him?"

The doctor, barely managing to stay conscious, managed to speak: "I... I am incompetent; I have never encountered such a disease before."

A few years ago, my apprentice found a plant with vibrant colors. The whole plant was pinkish-green with oblong leaves that clasped the stem. It bloomed in summer with large, bright flowers in red, purple, and white that opened upwards.

The flowers fall early, and the fruit forms a spherical capsule containing numerous tiny seeds.

The flower shell and sap can be used as medicine to relieve pain, so I named it "Floating Dream". I have been treating the villagers and have never taken a life!

"Sir, you can check. I've had the medicine boy keep it on hand. It's effective for the soldiers, but the poisoning is too severe. They started with one pill, and now they need three to relieve the pain."

Holding the flower presented by the medicine boy, Ying Ji was now 100% certain that it was a poppy.

The woman held a flower petal in her hand, her mind filled with confusion.

Why? Why would the Zhao Kingdom grow poppies? Aren't the seeds of these plants only able to survive in places with plenty of sunlight and little rain?

Are the poisoning incidents in South Korea and the poisoning of Zhao a coincidence?

Ying Ji stared at the flower petals: [I don't believe in coincidences. It seems someone is deliberately orchestrating this behind the scenes.]

Her mind was in complete chaos, but then she heard roars, heart-wrenching screams, and crashing sounds coming from the room where Bai Changchuan was being held.

Ying Ji could only have the man tied up completely and gag his mouth with a strip of cloth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

He looked at the doctor, his eyes filled with venom: "Detain the doctor, the apprentice, and everyone involved with this flower. Don't let any word of it leak out."

Huan Yi accepted the order and left, feeling extremely curious about Bai Changchuan, but he could only keep his curiosity to himself.

Ying Ji hadn't felt so helpless in a long time. She didn't know what to look at Bai Changchuan, but the man was in too much pain and was struggling fiercely, even ignoring the pain in his body.

I looked at the system panel, but it was still locked. The only usable space was the system space. After checking around, I found that only the sobering cream and health pills were still usable.

"There are only three left. I don't know if that's enough. I'm also unsure if this is even useful. I should have stocked up more."

Ying Ji walked into another room, where a burly, dark-skinned man was now bound, his mouth gagged and dripping blood, his body covered in unexplained craters, a truly horrifying sight.

His eyes were bloodshot, bulging out as if they were alive and trying to break free from his body and jump out.

Ying Ji set aside a small amount of the sobering ointment and health-strengthening pills for someone to test their medicinal properties.

Several hours later, the results were delivered, indicating that the sobering ointment could make people more clear-headed, but because of the pain of being conscious, coupled with the physical pain, people had to endure double the suffering. The man, after using it a second time, voluntarily sought death and smashed his head against the wall.

The health-enhancing pills could only improve the injuries, but they didn't reduce the pain much.

Upon receiving the message, Ying Ji clenched her fist and trembled, not even realizing that her fingernails were piercing her palm.

[Who is plotting against me, or against the Qin state? Damn it, Tuanzi isn't here right now. Maybe the medicine isn't enough. If only I can hold on for a week, just a week.]

The woman had no choice but to take a gamble; she couldn't just watch the man die like that.

Pushing open the door, one could see blood seeping through the man's white robe. He was whimpering and howling, his right arm dislocated due to excessive force from being bound behind his back, causing him to feel uncoordinated.

As she slowly approached, the man's horrific condition still sent a chill down Ying Ji's spine.

Since returning to Xianyang, the two have been at odds. Later, when he regained his memory and volunteered to join the army, Ying Ji, with mixed feelings about him, agreed.

Ying Ji looked at the man with an indescribable sense of desolation: "I clearly arranged for someone to keep an eye on you in secret, but you still got poisoned this time. I really shouldn't have let you join the army. If you had stayed by my side, this wouldn't have happened."

As if she had made up her mind, the woman removed the strip of cloth with one hand, and blood immediately appeared at the corner of her mouth, along with screams and wails.

A whole spoonful of sobering cream was shoved into the man's mouth as he opened and closed it.

Bai Changchuan first straightened his expression, his eyes no longer unfocused, and stared at the person in front of him. Then, he felt pain all over his body, as if he were being devoured and torn apart by various animals. Not to mention, his head was filled with the chirping of countless insects and birds, making his head ache terribly.

The physical pain and the loss of consciousness were too much for him to bear, causing him to vomit blood and faint.

Ying Ji felt her face burning hot, and when she wiped it with her hand, she found it was blood with the warmth of a man's body.

My right hand started trembling involuntarily, my mind went blank, and I slowly tried to check his breathing.

No... No... There's no breath...

Ying Ji felt the scene in front of her spinning around. She forced herself to stay upright, gasping for breath, and clutched her heart with one hand.

It hurts so much, I can't breathe, it's so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

She held her breath for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, until she was able to breathe in some oxygen. She then brought her face close to the man's and gently rubbed against his collar.

"Don't die, don't die, please, please don't leave me."

The woman murmured unconsciously, her eyes revealing an undetectable loneliness. Perhaps, perhaps she had long liked this man.

But too many unexpected things happened, and with Zhang Liang in the middle, she could only ignore this relationship. But when the man was really about to die in front of her, her heart still ached...

I'm really scared...

Ying Ji buried herself in the man's body, praying that he would not leave.

Bai Changchuan was in excruciating pain, but there was still a voice in his ear. He couldn't hear it clearly, but he could feel the sorrow of the voice's owner.

Why is she crying? Whose voice is that? It sounds so familiar. I... I don't want her to cry. Please stop crying, okay? I'm in so much pain.

The man was already in excruciating pain, and being pinned down made the pain so intense that he felt like he wanted to commit suicide. He struggled and made noises.

"No, it hurts, it hurts."

When Ying Ji heard the voice, she almost thought she was hallucinating, but after carefully stopping, she confirmed that the person was still alive.

She hurriedly jumped out of bed, grabbed the health pills from the table, and stuffed them into the man's mouth.

But as soon as it entered my mouth, it fell out. I tried several times, but I still couldn't swallow it.

Ying Ji chewed the pill, held a mouthful of water, pressed it against the man's dry, cracked lips, and fed it to him mouthful by mouthful.

After several attempts, the pill was finally fed to the man who was overwhelmed by pain.

Ying Ji gently brushed aside the stray hairs on the man's face, her index finger tracing his features, and finally, seeing his chapped lips, she frowned.

She took out lipstick from the system space and carefully applied it to the man's lips. She untied the hemp rope from his body and looked at his arms, which were already somewhat bruised and purple. A sense of self-reproach unconsciously appeared on her face.

They untied the ropes, picked the person up horizontally, and carried them to their room. A maid had already prepared hot water and carefully wiped the person, avoiding the wounds, before changing them into a more comfortable nightgown.

After finishing tidying up, she finally held him and fell into a deep sleep. The journey on horseback had left Ying Ji exhausted, and the emotional turmoil had kept her going. She was only able to stay awake by sheer willpower. Only after tidying him up could she finally fall into a deep sleep.