They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Everyone looked towards the room at the same time, and then walked towards it in unison. Sima Lingchuan walked in front, almost disregarding his demeanor as a husband, and quickly ran into the room: "Ziyan! Do you still have the antidote pills we gave General Situ last time?"

Wu Ziyan didn't know why he would ask such a question, but then she remembered that the reward was described as a universal antidote.

It should be able to cure her poison. She told him the location, and Sima Lingchuan found the bottle. Wu Ziyan poured out a pill and put it in her mouth.

After waiting for a while, but without any improvement, Dr. Han took her pulse again and found that it had no effect either, which was strange.

Sima Lingchuan's expression was complex and conflicted, while Wu Ziyan's face was pale and bluish, but her eyes shone brightly. [This damn system shouldn't let me die, right?]

Whether it was feigned composure or not, she said, "Lingchuan, and everyone else, don't worry, I'm fine!"

Seeing her still grinning, Han Yuxiu muttered again, "Mother, I don't think she's hurt at all!"

"Yu Xiu, how dare you speak like that!" Doctor Han rebuked him.

"Dr. Han, thank you for your help again this time." Wu Ziyan coughed.

"Fourth Prince, the poison you have ingested is unusual. I have already given you all the necessary instructions. You need to recuperate in that secret realm for about half a month. Once the herb matures, you can chew and swallow it raw."

"What kind of poison?"

"A specially made Five Poisons Powder".

"Okay, then I'll trouble you to draw me a map. I'll be going in the next few days." [This is just one problem after another! Are you trying to ruin me?]

“You can’t delay for a few days. You have to leave immediately tomorrow at the latest. I will send Yu Xiu with you. He is familiar with the proportions of those medicines. My old bones can’t keep up with you.” I, Doctor Han, am indirectly creating an opportunity for Han Yu Xiu.

"Mother, I don't want to go!" Han Yuxiu said this, but that wasn't what he really thought.

“Yu Xiu, I’m getting old, and with all this infighting, I have to find you a place to settle down. The Fourth Prince is a good person!”

Han Yuxiu's face turned bright red as he said this without any hesitation. Mo Baiyun was also shocked, but quickly recovered. Wu Ziyan also coughed a few times.

Sima Lingchuan remained expressionless and silent. Wu Ziyan looked at Sima Lingchuan with complicated eyes and said, "Doctor Han, you've staked everything on me. If I lose, what will happen to Yu Xiu?"

“I trust you. And that kid…” she said, glancing at Han Yuxiu, who was sulking.

Their conversation no longer seemed like a joke, and Han Yuxiu said defiantly, "I'll make my own decisions!"

"Let Yu Xiu marry into the family! That way, if he goes with us, his reputation won't be ruined." Sima Lingchuan's eyes were full of tenderness, yet also tinged with loneliness.

No one expected him to say such a thing under these circumstances. Mo Baiyun clicked his tongue in disbelief, while Han Yuxiu stormed out in a huff, shouting, "Who wants to marry her!"

Wu Ziyan was greatly shocked by Sima Lingchuan's words. After calming down, Doctor Han took his leave, and Mo Baiyun also left.

At this moment, only Sima Lingchuan and Wu Ziyan were in the room. They looked at each other silently for a long time. Suddenly, tears started flowing from the corners of Wu Ziyan's eyes, which was not her intention.

Sima Lingchuan seemed startled by Wu Ziyan's actions: "Ziyan, did I say something that hurt you?"

She reached out to wipe away her tears, but her hand stopped halfway. Wu Ziyan coughed violently again, a metallic taste rising from her throat, and blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth. Sima Lingchuan hurriedly wiped it away for her.

Taking advantage of the moment, Wu Ziyan grabbed his hand and placed it on her face. Tears were still streaming down her face. She took a few deep breaths and looked at him: "Lingchuan, it doesn't matter who you marry!"

"How could I not care? But I am the master's husband, and I cannot monopolize His Highness. This is something I learned from childhood." His words were calm, but each one was as cold as ice.

Even his hand was cold. Wu Ziyan placed his hand on her chest, her heart pounding, gradually matching Sima Lingchuan's pulse. They stared at each other in silence. Mo Baiyun was also secretly listening from the shadows, but she didn't hear any conversation.

After a long while, Sima Lingchuan's tears flowed: "Ziyan, you absolutely cannot be hurt, otherwise, what will happen to our mansion?"

"Lingchuan, come here!" Her tone was tinged with anger, but her eyes were filled with regret and tenderness. She was afraid that if she pulled on the man in front of her, he would break.

Sima Lingchuan hesitated, but still moved closer. Wu Ziyan held his hand and gently pulled him towards her, then wrapped one arm around his neck and lightly kissed his forehead.

After a while, Wu Ziyan's breathing became calm and she fell asleep again. Only then did Sima Lingchuan leave, tiptoeing as he went out.

As night deepened, Wu Ziyan opened her eyes. By then, she was much more alert, and her eyes shone with a cold light. She asked in a low, brief voice, "Xiao Yun'er, are you there?"

A figure emerged silently from the shadows, appearing from who-knows-where: "Master."

"Everything has been arranged."

"rest assured."

"You should go and rest too."

"master……"

Mo Baiyun emerged from the shadows, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Wu Ziyan with eyes full of love and tenderness.

Perhaps Wu Ziyan had never seen him look like that before and was also taken aback. Although she already knew his feelings, she still felt that he was like a child.

"What's wrong."

Mo Baiyun walked closer without a word, finally kissing her lips. There was no lingering kiss, just a light peck. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, smiling knowingly. Wu Ziyan frowned: "Little Yun'er! Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

"Master, please don't die. If you die, I can't guarantee what I might do. After all, you've stolen my heart."

"Alright, go and get some rest. We have to get up early tomorrow."

Indeed, he got up very early. Without anyone serving him, Wu Ziyan reluctantly put on his court robes and sat down by the dressing table, seemingly waiting for something.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the door. It was a female official from the palace delivering imperial decrees. Mo Baiyun didn't knock and pushed open Wu Ziyan's door: "Master, you've arrived."

Wu Ziyan gave a soft "hmm" in response and stood up. Mo Baiyun was about to help her up, but she supported herself on the table and stood up. Today she was wearing heavy makeup to cover her pale face and bluish lips.

Wu Ziyan smiled, a feeling that Mo Baiyun found somewhat unfamiliar. Wu Ziyan said, "No matter what, we can't fall down today."

Mo Baiyun simply followed behind her, listened to the imperial decree in the hall, and went into the palace with the female official. No one else followed, but those in the mansion who knew the situation all had worry in their eyes.

However, Wu Ziyan waved to them and got into the sedan chair without looking back. Only after the curtain of the sedan chair fell did Wu Ziyan frown and cough.