Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

Ling Yan, Chu Xiyao, and Shen Qingchen stepped into Qingcheng, as if they had blended into the undercurrents of the city, their figures hidden among the bustling streets and alleys.

The three found a secluded teahouse to rest, their ears like fine filters, catching every word and whisper around them.

Lingyan sipped her tea, her gaze piercing through the rising steam as she observed the conversation at the next table.

"Have you heard? General He's poison is too strange. The famous doctors Li and Zhang in the city have both gone there, but they shook their heads after taking his pulse. They carried their medicine chests there and back, but they were helpless." An old man sighed, and the people at the table echoed his sentiments.

Upon hearing this, Ling Yan raised an eyebrow and exchanged glances with Chu Xiyao and Shen Qingchen, her doubts deepening in her eyes.

As dusk deepened to a point of darkness, the three of them, like phantoms of the night, moved between various medical clinics.

Through the cracks in the window frames and the shadows in the corners, I could glimpse the faces of those renowned doctors, their brows furrowed in worry, their hands outstretched in sighs.

The table was piled high with drafted and discarded prescriptions, the remaining ink seemingly imbued with helplessness.

The clinic clerk muttered to himself, "This poison is really too bizarre. The pulse is as chaotic as a tangled mess, and the medicine is like a stone sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever."

Upon hearing this, Lingyan clenched her clothes, her heart clenching, and she became much more certain of the truth of the rumor.

When the moon is high in the sky, it casts a pale, white light.

After investigating, Lingyan and the other two did not fully believe the truth of the matter.

But I've already half-believed it.

And this half is enough.

So the three of them went to the inn where He Jingchuan was currently staying to investigate.

The truth will soon be revealed.

The three of them arrived silently at the door of the VIP room where He Jingchuan was.

The candlelight flickered in the corridor.

At this moment, Ling Yan's nostrils trembled slightly as she gently sniffed the faint medicinal scent permeating the air.

However, in a short while, it became clear to him that the so-called "dead from poison" incident was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated hoax.

A self-deprecating smile instantly appeared on her lips, and the next second she parted her lips slightly and said, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he did not hesitate at all and turned to leave quickly with Chu Xiyao and Shen Qingchen.

However, the net of fate suddenly tightened in this narrow corridor.

Before they could take their second step, two figures appeared like ghosts in the shadows ahead, instantly blocking their path.

Despite their disguises, Lingyan and the other two recognized them at a glance.

Xiao Muyao and Lu Yanqing.

Of course, the two of them recognized them as well.

Xiao Muyao stood upright, his eyes like two deep pools.

His former composure and profundity were disrupted by surging emotions.

Overwhelmed by emotions, like a flood bursting its banks, my eyes swelled and ached, and hot, moist tears uncontrollably welled up and accumulated.

In an instant, her eyes reddened, as if they had been deeply stained by the sunset.

His gaze was fixed on Lingyan, as if he wanted to etch her image into his soul.

Every gaze was filled with longing and the ecstatic joy of something lost and then regained.

Mixed with the fear that she might escape again, complex emotions surged in his eyes like a raging storm.

Lu Yanqing stood to the side, his eyes burning red as if they were being scorched by charcoal.

Tears stubbornly welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

From the moment Lingyan appeared, my gaze was drawn to her as if by a magnet, and I could not look away even for a second.

My heart and eyes are filled with the bittersweetness and longing of reunion.

Fearing that the person in front of him would vanish like smoke again, he could only fix her firmly in place with his burning gaze.

Ling Yan met Xiao Muyao and Lu Yanqing's scorching gazes, and her heart was instantly filled with a turbulent mix of emotions.

The deep affection and longing in his eyes, like a fine net, enveloped her, almost binding her steps forward.

But the hesitation in her eyes was fleeting, instantly replaced by a resolute determination.

The next instant, she straightened her back, turned to face Chu Xiyao and Shen Qingchen, and her words shot out like sharp arrows: "Let's go!"

Although the voice was not loud, it conveyed an undeniable firmness.

Upon hearing Ling Yan's resolute command, Chu Xiyao and Shen Qingchen's auras suddenly changed, and they prepared to leave with Ling Yan.

However, they were stopped again by Xiao Muyao and Lu Yanqing.

Upon seeing this, Lingyan pursed her lips tightly, and her long eyelashes closed like butterfly wings.

When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in them was a cold, unwavering determination.

Her pink lips parted, each word seeming to carry shards of ice and sharp blades, as she shouted loudly, "Charge out!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, making the surrounding air seem to tremble and buzz.

The resolute tone in his voice was like a taut arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

This also felt as if Xiao Muyao's heart had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The eyes, already filled with longing and pain, now held an even deeper sorrow.

Lu Yanqing's face was also covered in wounds, and the complex emotions in his eyes were like thick ink, impossible to dissolve or erase.

The grief they felt at that moment was like a wound riddled with holes, dripping with blood.

Chu Xiyao hesitated upon hearing Ling Yan's words.

But he immediately leaned forward and rushed towards Xiao Muyao like an arrow released from a bow.

The fists, carrying a fierce wind, roared and attacked with overwhelming force, aiming to break through the obstruction as quickly as possible.

Without any hesitation, Shen Qingchen turned sideways and attacked Lu Yanqing.

The palm techniques are unpredictable, sometimes cutting, sometimes striking, attempting to disrupt the opponent's steps and find an opportunity to break out of the encirclement.

The four men clashed palm to palm, their strength clashing and producing a dull thud. As they moved about, their clothes tore violently.

Taking advantage of the intense fight between the four, Lingyan seized the opportunity to escape.

In any case, none of the four of them will hurt each other.

Otherwise, they would have drawn their weapons long ago, and would never have fought bare-handed like this.

So she doesn't need to worry at all.

Right now, it's most important for her to escape.

But at that moment, He Jingchuan seemed to be enveloped in the thick, medicinal mist of the room.

Suddenly appearing in front of Lingyan, he raised his hand and, with lightning speed, his fingers precisely struck Lingyan's vital points.

The moment her fingertips touched her clothes, Lingyan felt a tingling and numb sensation spreading from her acupoints.

In an instant, his strength seemed to be bound by invisible ropes, and his limbs and bones became uncontrollable, leaving him frozen on the spot.

He Jingchuan did not disguise himself. After standing still, he looked at Ling Yan, who was unable to move, with a face full of guilt.

Then, with a hint of helplessness, he stammered an explanation: "I'm sorry, A-Ling, your poisons and needles are unpredictable and impossible to defend against, so in order to prevent you from escaping again, I have no choice but to make you temporarily unable to move."

Ling Yan was frozen in place by the acupoint strike, her eyes fixed on He Jingchuan, as if she wanted to burn two holes in him.

Then, a slight smirk appeared on his lips, his voice as cold as ice shards: "It's not your fault, it's just that I was too soft-hearted and was deceived by you, and now I'm trapped here."

At this moment, the four people who had been fighting also stopped.

Looking at Ling Yan, who was unable to move, Xiao Muyao's eyes were filled with a mixture of pity and regret.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, threatening to spill over, and her lips trembled as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat.

Lu Yanqing also clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his gaze lingering on Ling Yan, full of heartache and helplessness.

Chu Xiyao also didn't know what to say, and looked at Ling Yan, unsure of what to do next.

Shen Qingchen also stared at Ling Yan, and seeing that she did not allow them to make a move again, he remained silent and did nothing.

The five people formed a pentagonal formation, surrounding Lingyan, but for a moment they were all stuck and made no further moves.

Only the tense and complex emotions in the air remained, like a sticky spider web, strand by strand, entangled and unable to dissipate.