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He said this to Zheng Zhian.

He didn't want his newly acquired brother to be gone again so soon.

Zheng Hongyuan's lips curled slightly, and he smiled amiably. "No."

Yuan Ming nodded, turned around, took out an empty, unused cup from the stone table, and used his internal force to cut his palm, blood dripping down his hand.

The blood in the cup was not a vibrant bright red, but a dark red. As more and more blood flowed, the color of the blood in the cup became increasingly dark, until the cup was full and the blood had turned completely black.

At this moment, the other three exchanged glances and frowned.

"Are you sure you can drink it?" Zheng Zhian looked at Yuan Ming with obvious skepticism.

She seriously doubted how this guy could have grown so big.

If Yuanming were to have this bowl of soup, and something were to happen to his father, he would never be able to leave this courtyard.

Yuan Ming picked up the teacup and handed it to her, "Have a sip."

Not to brag, but after drinking his blood, putting everything else aside, just look at the Gu worms; no matter what kind they are, they'll all be crippled.

To his surprise, Zheng Zhian actually took the dark teacup without saying a word, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

The blood looked frightening, but the taste was no different from normal blood. After waiting for a while, I felt that my body was indeed normal. On the contrary, as I swallowed it, I felt a faint warmth in my meridians and my internal energy flowed faster. It was like a kitten encountering mint, with an indescribable feeling of excitement.

It spun around a few times before gradually calming down.

Zheng Hongyuan and Xiao Huachi, who were standing to the side, did not expect her to be so decisive. Before they could stop her, she had already swallowed it. The three of them looked at her nervously.

Although Yuan Ming knew the uses of his blood, he had never given it to anyone else, not even that old man dared to try it.

Xiao Huachi stepped forward, grasped Zheng Zhian's left wrist, and immediately examined her body. Fortunately, she was indeed unharmed.

Only then did I feel relieved, my heart that had been hanging in the air for so long.

Zheng Zhian chuckled and handed the teacup to his father, whose face was dark with anger. "You won't dislike me, will you?"

Looking at the cold and awe-inspiring aura emanating from her, she raised her hand to wipe the corner of her lips, appearing nonchalant. "I was just curious, you see, it's alright." To prove her point, she even spun around in place.

"Look!"

Zheng Hongyuan didn't say much, took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone watched his reaction. As time slowly passed, Zheng Hongyuan felt as if his body was a battlefield, with millions of insects frantically attacking the area he was suppressing with his internal energy.

"Withdraw your internal energy, don't suppress it," Yuan Ming's voice rang out promptly.

Zheng Hongyuan immediately did as he was told, and muttered in a hoarse voice, "All of you, get out."

In just a short while, his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat. No one knew what kind of pain he was enduring, but Zheng Zhian thought it was definitely no easier than when she was healing the bone-corroding wound.

Seeing that they still hadn't left, Zheng Hongyuan tried his best to calm himself down, and his voice was filled with a suppressed growl, "Go!"

Xiao Huachi raised his hand and placed it on Zheng Zhian's shoulder. He glanced at the emperor's face with a mixture of reluctance and worry before saying, "Let's go."

As the ruler of a country, one would never allow oneself to be the slightest bit lax or vulnerable in front of others, let alone a junior.

Zheng Zhian naturally understood this principle; she was simply expressing her subconscious concern for her father as a daughter.

Staying here wouldn't be of any help, and would only distract my father. Thinking of this, I looked at Yuan Ming and said, "Let's go." At the same time, I glanced at my master. The two of us had spent several years together, so there was no need to say more.

The group walked outside, but Xiao Huachi did not leave the courtyard with them. Zheng Zhian walked all the way to the front yard, sat down on the steps in front of the Zhaixing Tower, supported his head with his hands, looked up at the sky, where the stars twinkled and the crescent moon hung high.

When did she begin to accept the word "family"? Was it her adoptive mother's words, "Save An'an!"? Or her father's constant presence for over three years? Or perhaps her maternal grandfather's unwarranted favoritism and doting?

Perhaps both are true. From the moment she was born, the people who raised her told her that she was born to protect the interstellar space and did not need any extra emotions. As the supreme commander of the interstellar space, she only needed to keep a clear head at all times, lead the army to protect the interstellar space, and bring them victory.

She herself agreed with this, and even became the youngest commander in interstellar space.

Even though she died on the battlefield, she felt it was a worthy death. But she inexplicably came here and felt a sense of kinship she had never experienced before. Here, she found a sense of belonging she had never felt before.

That was something very different from her previous beliefs.

Surrounded by people who love her, she doesn't need to think too much and can even indulge herself like a real child. In this life, she wants to live a new life and live for herself.

These are all thanks to my father's favoritism and the confidence he gave me...

Yuan Ming looked at the person next to him who was clearly a few years younger than him, but now he had the illusion that he was the younger brother. Moreover, even though the person was right in front of him, he always felt that they were very far away. He didn't like this feeling, so he raised his hand and waved it in the air. "What are you thinking about?"

Zheng Zhian, whose thoughts had drifted away, was pulled back by the clear voice. She slapped away the hand that was still waving in front of her, and even though he had just mentioned the possible consequences, she still asked, "Will my father be alright?!"

Yuan Ming stretched out his legs, leaned back, and supported himself with his hands on the ground. He also looked up at the sky and replied casually, "It's hard to say. Anyway, your dad can get through it on his own. If he can't... well, that old man just now couldn't save him."

Seeing that Zheng Zhian's eyes were wide open like copper bells, and were still chilled by the night, he continued, "It's no use glaring at me. Even if a god came, it wouldn't help. If we forcibly interrupt, your father will either die or be crippled."

The Gu worms inside his body are currently fighting each other; any attempt to suppress or drive them away with internal force will only backfire.

Just as Yuan Ming said, Zheng Hongyuan's body in the backyard was like a battlefield at this moment, and he also knew why Yuan Ming's blood could cure his original Gu.

His blood was like thousands of Gu worms, fighting each other with the previous Gu worms in his body. Wherever the two went, the meridians were about to burst. Zheng Hongyuan clenched his fists tightly, and blood kept flowing out from between his fingers. His body was hidden under the shadow of the tree. Xiao Huachi watched from a distance as he tried his best to endure it, but he was still trembling like a sieve.

It may be a hundred times more painful than the punishment of slow slicing.

Xiao Huachi flashed forward and sent a surge of internal energy into Zheng Hongyuan's body.

"Pfft~"

Zheng Hongyuan spat out a mouthful of black blood, struggling to support himself on the edge of the stone table with one hand. Even in the dim moonlight outside, one could see the bloodshot and ruthless look in his eyes.

Knowing he might have done more harm than good, Xiao Huachi bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

If he hadn't sensed the gradually out-of-control aura within the Emperor's body, he wouldn't have acted rashly. It seems the Emperor really has to get through this on his own!

Even with her eyes closed, Zheng Hongyuan felt immense pain. Just as dawn was breaking, Zheng Zhian was jolted awake by the morning breeze on the steps. She instantly opened her eyes, got up, and quickly walked towards the backyard.