I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi originally intended to give a friendly smile, but he couldn't keep up the smile halfway through.

What? Unmarried? Unmarried to what? Unmarried to what husband? What fiancé?

He An's eyes widened as he recalled the name Fan Zhiyi had just mentioned. He realized what was happening and flew into a rage: "The people of Tianyun Sect are indeed despicable and cunning!"

The young master raised his chin and pointed at Fan Zhiyi with his folding fan, saying, "Lock them both in the worst room for me, then send someone to Tianyun Sect and say that their senior brother is in my hands, and exchange him for their sect's most precious possession..." The young master counted on his fingers, then waved his sleeve impatiently, "..."

The disciple serving him asked in a curious whisper, "Young Master, what is the most precious thing in the Tianyun Sect? What if the Tianyun Sect pretends not to know? Shouldn't we explain in more detail?"

The young master smacked the other man on the head with his fan: "Are you stupid? That's how you talk. How would I know what's most valuable in their sect!"

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Then he and the boy whose name he finally learned were thrown into what was called the worst room, which had a bed, a table, two thick quilts, and even flowers. Xiao Bao was taken away by He An. The young master said that he was a hostage and that the two of them should not think about escaping.

Fan Zhiyi comforted Xiaobao, saying that they would see each other again tomorrow, and told him to eat well, sleep well, and be a good boy.

After seeing everyone off, Fan Zhiyi yawned.

Well, at least I can get a good night's sleep now.

Then the door to the room was slammed open again. He An brought a group of people and put a pot of water and a plate of pastries on the table. Then a middle-aged man in his forties came over. Fan Zhiyi subconsciously shielded Bing Nandong behind him.

He An glanced at him disdainfully, no longer the easygoing person he had been at the beginning: "This is the doctor of the garrison. Don't use your filthy thoughts to speculate about us, Jiu Wanli. We are different from you. If we want to harm you, we will do it openly and honestly, instead of resorting to underhanded tricks."

Fan Zhiyi reluctantly touched his nose and stepped aside, watching the doctor take Bing Nandong's pulse.

When Fan Zhiyi placed Bing Nandong on the bed, he specifically instructed the others to lay him on their stomachs. After all, most of the time when running away with an unconscious boy, they would drag him along. Fan Zhiyi guessed that Bing Nandong must have been suffering a lot.

Taking this opportunity, Fan Zhiyi tried to curry favor with He An, saying, "He An..." He had only uttered the name when He An snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Fan Zhiyi then went to the other side: "He An, I didn't mean to lie to you, it was just the situation at the time..."

These words seemed to hit He An's sore spot. He jumped back and glared at Fan Zhiyi, saying, "What kind of sweet talk are you trying to give me now? Let me tell you, I've been fooled once and I won't fall for it again. Stay away from me!"

Good grief, it seems there's absolutely nothing left to discuss.

Fan Zhiyi was hoping to build a good relationship with He An so he could find out something, but he didn't know what the young master here wanted to do with them.

They won't kill the hostage, will they?

There are countless news stories like this. Although they keep saying they wouldn't do something so immoral, it's inherently immoral that Fan Zhiyi was chosen to transmigrate here and the system temporarily left him alone.

Just then, the doctor bowed slightly to He An and said, "This young master has simply suffered too much damage and needs more rest. However, he has many external injuries. His back was severely impacted, damaging his heart meridian. He also has abrasions of varying degrees on his back, buttocks, and below. I will prescribe a medicine for three days, followed by daily application of ointment until the bruises disappear. However, he will need to rest and recuperate slowly to fully recover."

Fan Zhiyi felt a little guilty, very guilty. In an instant, he stopped caring about He An and hurriedly asked, "How long will it take for him to wake up?"

"He will definitely wake up within a day. If I'm not mistaken, this young master fainted because he was too breathless from the impact on his back."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He felt a deep sense of guilt.

He An said, "Please come with me to report to the young master."

"Yes."

"Wait, could you also take a look at my back? It hurts so much." If he could bear the pain before, Fan Zhiyi was now in so much pain that he wanted to cry out for his parents.

At the doctor's instruction, Fan Zhiyi took off the only clothes he was wearing, and only then did he see the bloody wound around his waist, which looked as if it had split him in two. It was even more frightening than he had expected.

This injury happened at the black hole.

The doctor said his wound wasn't very deep, and that he shouldn't get it wet; with proper care, it would heal quickly. Then he applied some medicine and wrapped it with gauze.

He An couldn't help but ask the reason, and Fan Zhiyi honestly told him, only to be told that he was lucky.

They said that the two of them must have accidentally entered a place where yin and yang meet, and that black hole was the gap between the two spaces. Given Fan Zhiyi's actions, if he hadn't been wearing some kind of robe, he probably would have been cut in half long ago.

Fan Zhiyi listened, looked at the black robe on the boy, and then thought of the properties of his blood: "Um, can I keep anything stained with my blood?"

Doctor He An looked at Fan Zhiyi with a strange expression. Fan Zhiyi smiled in response, saying nothing, everything was understood without being spoken.

"I have one more question!" Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, Fan Zhiyi thought of another question, a very important one. He obediently raised his hand, not wasting any time, "Is he a man?"

He An, Doctor: "..."

Fan Zhiyi and the boy were locked up again, and He An sent someone to bring hot water.

During this time, Fan Zhiyi thought about what to do with the clothes that had gone through so much with him, as well as the basin and water that had just been stained with blood. In the end, he decided to hang the clothes outside the window and burn them with a candle. The wisps of smoke attracted He An's attention, who then confiscated Fan Zhiyi's tools of the crime.

What could Fan Zhiyi do? He could only instruct He An to find a way to destroy everything stained with his blood. As for whether He An and the others did as Fan Zhiyi said, Fan Zhiyi had no idea.

After applying the medicine to Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Looking at the boy's purplish-red back, his skin, which was originally as smooth as fine mutton fat jade, must have belonged to a pampered young master from a wealthy family, but he had ruined it like this.

When he first heard the name "fiancé," he still harbored a sliver of unrealistic fantasy, guessing that the boy was a girl disguised as a boy, but it turned out to be completely impossible.

So what's the current situation? Is it possible for men to marry each other in this world?

Fan Zhiyi changed into new clothes and even had the opportunity to take a shower and change his hair.

Compared to his life in the haunted house, this is pure enjoyment.

However, there was only one bed in the room, so he had no choice but to lie down next to the boy fully clothed.

Actually, when Fan Zhiyi was wiping the boy down, he had made a careful comparison. The boy was indeed handsome, the kind of handsome that was stunning at first glance, and he also had a good physique.

It's true, comparing yourself to others is infuriating.

Thinking about it, he wrapped himself in the blanket and fell asleep. Fan Zhiyi's sleep quality improved here; once drowsiness came over him, he would quickly drift off to sleep.