The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Yan Yan struggled to pry Song Wenjun's hand off his mouth. He sighed and said with dissatisfaction, "Master already knows."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun and Xiao Ji exchanged a glance.

They both saw the tension in each other's eyes.

Even more so, a murderous intent rose in Xiao Ji's eyes.

"The secret about Yan Yan must never be revealed." As a father, he had to nip any potential danger in the bud.

At this moment, Yan Yan's little hand climbed up his thigh.

The animals looked up at him with serious expressions and asked, "Father, are you going to repay kindness with enmity?"

Mei nearly lost her life trying to save the father and son.

He's still covered in injuries and unconscious.

They're still in danger over there, and Xiao Ji wants to kill him with one blow? That's inhumane.

Xiao Ji blushed, his eyes darting around: "No way."

Although he thought about it, he didn't actually take any action, did he?

Yan Yan snorted coldly in dissatisfaction: "You're not allowed to hurt my master, or I'll never talk to you again."

After saying that, the little guy jumped off the carriage and ran towards Mei's carriage behind.

He had to stay with his master, just in case his father changed his mind.

Xiao Ji smiled helplessly, but a doting smile appeared on his lips: "This child, he's already protecting his master now. I don't know how he used to look down on his master, calling him 'old thing' all the time."

“Yan Yan did the right thing.” Song Wenjun nodded slightly, her gaze gentle yet firm, and said to Xiao Ji, “If this child doesn’t even understand this basic principle, even if he is given the greatest opportunity, he will find it difficult to achieve great things. Knowing how to be grateful is the foundation of being a good person.”

It took about a day for the carriage to finally arrive at the Chu King's residence.

Xiao Ji hurriedly returned to his residence. As soon as he entered the gate, he quickly headed towards the room where the King of Dongling was being housed.

At this moment, the King of Dongling was lying weakly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, with dark circles under his tightly closed eyes.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Ji looked at Qin Qing with a questioning look.

The latter nodded slightly: "Your Highness can rest assured, I have already used silver needles to seal his acupoints and temporarily stop the onset of the poison."

Xiao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and carefully took out the porcelain bottle containing the antidote from his bosom.

He slowly uncorked the bottle, and a faint medicinal fragrance instantly filled the room.

He poured the antidote into his palm, gently helped the King of Dongling to his feet, and fed the antidote into his mouth.

A moment later, the King of Dongling showed a pained expression.

He coughed violently a few times, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Qin Qing stepped forward and took a look, a happy expression on her face: "It's alright, it's alright, the poisonous blood has been vomited out."

As time passed, the expression on the face of the King of Dongling began to subtly change.

The deathly paleness gradually gave way to a hint of color, and the lifeless lips slowly regained their color.

His brows, which had been tightly furrowed in pain, slowly relaxed.

A short while later, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Although the King of Dongling's eyes were still somewhat unfocused, they had regained some clarity.

His gaze slowly swept over the surroundings, finally landing on Xiao Ji, who was guarding the bedside.

He opened his mouth, and with difficulty uttered a few words: "Who are you?"

Xiao Ji stepped forward and bowed to him, saying, "King of Chu, Xiao Ji."

The King of Dongling showed a hint of understanding. A maidservant beside him whispered to him, "Your Majesty was attacked and poisoned, but His Highness the King of Chu saved your life."

"Huai Li, thank you very much for saving my life, Your Highness King Chu." The King of Dongling's surname was Ji, and his given name was Huai Li.

As the ruler of a small country, he harbored a sense of apprehension towards Nan Yue.

Especially the person in front of him, who is none other than Xiao Ji, the God of War of Nan Yue.

His name is widely known.

How could he not know?

Xiao Ji smiled slightly at him: "You flatter me."

Seeing that the King of Dongling had awakened and his complexion was gradually improving, everyone quietly withdrew from the room.

According to Qin Qing, the poison in his body has been neutralized, and he only needs to rest for a while before he can move around naturally.

Xiao Ji sent the news of the awakening of the King of Dongling to the palace.

Upon hearing this, the emperor immediately ordered the chief eunuch beside him to convey his decree, summoning the King of Dongling and Xiao Ji to the palace the next day.

The night was as dark as ink, weighing heavily on the hearts of Song Wenjun and Xiao Ji.

The flickering candlelight illuminated their sorrowful faces, as if shrouded in a dark cloud.

The King of Dongling did indeed awaken, but this news brought them no joy whatsoever; instead, it made their hearts grow heavier.

With the King of Dongling awakened, Xiao Nanzhi's marriage was like an arrow on a bowstring, inevitable and immediately put on the agenda.

During the day, Emperor Wen's eagerness to summon the two of them to the palace made it clear to everyone that the emperor was determined to make this marriage happen.

Song Wenjun was preoccupied with worries, her brows furrowed in a knot, her heart filled with guilt. She murmured to herself, "Nanzhi has lost her memory and knows nothing about the past. If we let her marry Dongling in such a confused state at this time, it would be too unfair to her."

Xiao Ji was well aware of her concerns.

How could he not be heartbroken?

From a young age, Xiao Nanzhi treated him like an older brother and trusted him implicitly.

But now, faced with his sister's life-long marriage, he, as her older brother, has no room to resist whatsoever.

Most importantly, Xiao Ji felt sorry for Bai Shu.

He and Xiao Nanzhi were a couple who were deeply in love.

If he hadn't survived the battle, he would probably be married by now.

The two lay in bed, heavy with worry, neither able to fall asleep.

He finally closed his eyes in exhaustion around midnight.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the thin clouds, casting a few faint rays of light.

Xiao Ji and the King of Dongling, dressed in court attire and with solemn expressions, stepped into the palace gate together.

They walked along the familiar palace path when suddenly, a clear and charming laugh echoed through the silent palace.

Both of them were startled and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

Within the towering palace walls, flowers bloomed in abundance, and trees provided ample shade.

In a spacious courtyard, a young woman is leisurely swinging on a swing.

She wore a light pink silk dress, the hem of which fluttered lightly like a butterfly as the swing swayed.

Her jet-black hair was simply tied up, with a few stray strands fluttering in the wind, adding a touch of playfulness.

Her eyes were bright, like twinkling stars in the night sky, radiating endless dynamism and liveliness with every glance.

The King of Dongling's eyes lit up instantly. He stared at the girl, speechless for a long time.

Xiao Ji coughed lightly, snapping out of his reverie, but still couldn't help asking, "Who was that woman?"

Xiao Ji had no idea that he would meet Xiao Nanzhi on his very first day in the palace.

This girl doesn't usually play in the Imperial Garden, so why is she out today?

When the King of Dongling asked, she smiled slightly at him and said, "She is Princess Mingzhu, Xiao Nanzhi."