Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Suddenly, a guard shouted, "Fire the arrows!"

At his command, countless arrows rained down on the man in black.

The man in black could no longer hold the knife, but he still gritted his teeth, preparing for a final struggle.

"Oh!"

A loud bang suddenly rang out, and before the man in black could react, a violent explosion occurred out of thin air.

The incoming arrow was instantly shattered into countless fragments, which flew everywhere.

The man in black was also affected by the sudden explosion. He was impacted by the strong tremor and immediately felt a powerful force surge through his heart.

As his blood and qi surged, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of thick, black blood.

As the man in black coughed up blood, his consciousness began to blur, and his body gradually lost its support.

In the last moment before he closed his eyes, he vaguely felt someone grab his body tightly.

With astonishing speed, Fang Yu quickly led the man in black away from the dangerous dead end and swiftly returned to his inn.

Upon entering the room, she unhesitatingly ripped off the mask from the man in black.

Just as Fang Yu had guessed, the man in black was indeed Fu Zi.

To her surprise, Fu Ju was so bold as to dare to break into the young master's residence alone.

Not only did he have wounds of varying sizes all over his body, but more seriously, he was also poisoned. If she had arrived any later, Fu Zhou would probably have already died.

Fang Yu fed him medicine, bandaged his wounds, and repaired his disguise.

Before long, Fu Ju slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, looking confused and weak.

When he turned his head and saw Fang Yu leisurely drinking tea beside him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then sat up abruptly and called out urgently, "Miss Fang."

Fang Yu quickly put down her teacup and steadily handed him the hot spring water she had prepared beforehand: "Drink this."

Fang Yu then asked again, "Why did you go to Shaojun's residence alone?"

Fu Ju did not rush to answer her question. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and began to fumble around at his waist with some difficulty, as if searching for something extremely important.

Seeing this, Fang Yu understood and handed him a token shaped like a triangle: "You're looking for this?"

Fu Ju nodded heavily, his eyes gleaming: "Yes, with this, we can enter the armory."

Upon hearing this, a memory flashed through Fang Yu's mind. The soldier had said that only the young master knew the location of the armory. Wasn't this a perfect opportunity?

She couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you going to the armory for?"

Fu Ju gripped the token tightly, his voice growing hoarse: "To rescue my mother, I need a large quantity of firearms. There are only two of these firearms tokens; one is with Xin Fu Jin Yan, and the other..."

"They're in the hands of the Lord of Chi Kingdom, right?" Fang Yu countered, "Then why didn't any of your men come to meet them?"

Fu Ju shook his head: "Once I get the firearms order, I can only rely on myself. Their arrival would be of no use. Today, we are very grateful for Miss Fang's timely appearance."

His gaze shifted: "Miss Fang, what brings you here?"

Fang Yu thought of something, hissed softly, and then told him, "You take good care of your injuries first. I have to go out for a while before I get back."

Without giving Fuju a chance to speak, Fang Yu smashed open the window and climbed out.

In just a moment, Fang Yu's figure stopped outside a courtyard.

This was her first time visiting this courtyard, but she was able to find the room she needed to go to accurately.

There wasn't a single guard in the huge courtyard, because Fang Yu just walked in like that, without a single patrolling guard along the way.

With a sense of doubt, she stopped on a rooftop.

The courtyard, which should have been completely dark, was now brightly lit.

The wind was biting cold, and even Fang Yu couldn't help but shiver.

But there was a person sitting in the courtyard below, dressed in thin clothes.

Xin Fujiyan sat on the steps of the pavilion without any regard for his image, leaning against the steps behind him.

Empty wine jars were piled up at his feet, and he was still holding one in his hand, chugging it down his throat.

Fang Yu shook his head and sighed softly before jumping off the roof.

Upon hearing the voice, Xin Fujiyan slightly raised his neck to look, and seeing that it was Fang Yu, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

He then raised the wine jar in his hand and asked, "Miss Fang, would you like to have a drink with me?"

As Fang Yu approached, he could see clearly that there were not only overturned wine jars on the ground, but also bloodstains that had dried halfway.

Moving the gaze upwards, one can see that Xin Fujiyan's arm, which had been pierced by an arrow earlier, was covered in blood; his wound had not been bandaged at all.

Fang Yu stopped beside him and asked, "Don't you want to live anymore?"

Xin Fujiyan wiped the wine that had spilled from the corner of his mouth with his weak arm and chuckled softly: "Huaizhou City has been slow to fall, the grain and fodder have been destroyed, the firearms and supplies have been stolen, and the young lord has been assassinated. Miss Fang, how many days do you think I have left to live?"

Although he said it with a smile, his tone was filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

Fang Yu took out the medicine from her body, sat down next to him, and focused intently on treating his wounds.

It's not that I pity him, it's just that what he just said seems to have something to do with her.

Xin Fujiyan froze in place, having initially thought Fang Yu was there to laugh at him.

She bandaged herself very gently, perhaps because he was already numb and couldn't feel the pain.

After treating his wound, Fang Yu grabbed his wrist to take his pulse.

Although he was given only a few drops of the spiritual spring water, it was better than nothing.

After taking his pulse, Fang Yu rested her cheek on her hand and tilted her head to look at him: "Anyway, Young Master Jiyan doesn't have many days left to live. How about we make a deal before you die?"

Xin Fujian withdrew his gaze from her face, which was burning hot, and could still feel her lingering body temperature in her pulse.

His gaze darted away, and he took another large gulp of wine: "It's a blessing that a dying man can still be of some use. Miss Fang, please speak freely, but..."

At this point, his gaze suddenly darkened, and his breathing became heavy. After a long while, he looked at her again: "But I cannot betray my lord."

He seemed to have seen through Fang Yu's thoughts, which is why he spoke with such certainty.

Fang Yu frowned slightly, switched hands to support her cheek, and instead of continuing the topic, looked at the distant night sky.

"Life is hard enough as it is, and you have paid a much higher price than others just to survive. Why do you suddenly not want to live anymore?"

I still remember the first time I met him, Xin Fujiyan's desire to live was as strong as a tsunami.

In a short period of time, for some reason, it seemed that there was no light left in his eyes.