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

Chapter 213 Little Yun'er's Life

Fortunately, he was still conscious and knew to gulp down his food.

I fed him the medicine in just a few bites; it was all done with the intention of giving him medicine, not to take liberties with him.

Only after setting the empty bowl aside did I realize how much my wound hurt.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much!"

While complaining, I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like I couldn't even sit still.

Even lying down next to Mo Baiyun's bed, the blood circulation seemed to be more comfortable.

She took a deep breath, not daring to get too close to Mo Baiyun, for fear of touching his large wound.

She simply closed her eyes quietly, and after a while, the door outside was pushed open.

It seemed the doctor felt it was time to come in and take a look, so he went to see the kite owl first.

Sure enough, the dark purple area gradually turned red, indicating that the poison had been neutralized.

She was instantly amazed; the Fourth Prince's blood had a remarkable effect on detoxification.

But then she thought about what Wu Ziyan had said to her.

If she dares to tell anyone about this, she won't even know how she died.

After checking the owl's injuries, she prepared to walk to the other side of the screen to check on Mo Baiyun's injuries.

She was startled to see two people lying there stiffly. What happened?

I swallowed hard, went over, and found that they were still breathing. They were alright after all.

As for why the Fourth Prince was lying casually next to a man, well, that's none of her business.

"Your Highness, I've come to check on Lord Diao Xiao's injuries."

"Oh, come on, help me up. I was lying down because my wound hurt too much."

"Should I prescribe some more painkillers for His Highness?"

"No need, it's useless." This damned Nirvana buff.

Even if you take painkillers, the pain won't last long. Once you regain consciousness, the pain will only get worse.

The doctor said nothing more and used her expertise to examine Mo Baiyun's wound, looking at it again and again with amazement.

"Your Highness, the poison in both of you has been completely neutralized. All you need is some medicine to promote tissue regeneration, nourish the skin, and regulate your internal organs."

"That's fine then. I'll return to the manor once Mo Baiyun wakes up."

Only then did the doctor realize that the Fourth Prince should be under house arrest.

How can you just wander around like that, especially coming to the Holy Martial's base?

If the person in charge finds out about this, they'll all be in deep trouble.

Then I realized that Yun Que wouldn't easily bring outsiders in here.

She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the higher-ups must have tacitly approved it; she was probably not going to die.

Just then, there was another knock at the door, seemingly from another lark.

Wu Ziyan let him in, and Yun Que, kneeling on the ground, didn't even look around.

"It seems that the Prime Minister and the Second Princess are searching the entire city for the whereabouts of the two officials."

"I'm afraid the Fourth Prince won't be able to return to his residence anytime soon."

Wu Ziyan is indeed a nuisance. Mo Baiyun is seriously injured and it's impossible for her to escort her back to the manor.

And these little Karamis could never be as strong as Mo Baiyun.

"understood."

She's safe here, so there's no rush.

However, if the people in the manor discover that she is missing, they will definitely be extremely anxious and search for her everywhere.

The key point is that they didn't say goodbye to anyone when they left.

And there were no signs of intrusion into their home, so they must have been terrified.

"Hibari, shall we send a message now?"

"Walking is probably too risky."

Never mind then, let's wait until Mo Baiyun wakes up before we talk about it.

The die was cast, and she went back to Mo Baiyun's bed.

About twenty minutes later, Wu Ziyan squinted, but was not asleep. She felt that the person next to her seemed to be moving.

It turned out that her arm was pressing down on Mo Baiyun's hand.

He frowned, his eyes still closed; they must have been numb from being pressed down.

Wu Ziyan shifted her body slightly, and Mo Baiyun then withdrew her hand.

Her eyes darted around, and she slowly opened them, only to see a rather blurry profile.

His assassin instincts kicked in immediately, and he prepared to turn around and lock Wu Ziyan's throat.

But the pain was unbearable. Even if my brain wanted to do it, my body couldn't make that movement. With such a strong reaction, all I could do was lift my head.

At this moment, he could see clearly that Wu Ziyan, who was lying next to him, had a pale face.

Two thoughts flashed through my mind: First, am I dead? Second, am I dreaming?

He licked his lips; they weren't as dry as he'd imagined. He then rubbed his eyes with his hand.

The wound hurt, but at least it proved he wasn't dreaming.

Looking closely at the furnishings around them, wasn't this their Holy Warrior's base?

Why is Wu Ziyan here?

He only remembered in his conscious moments instructing Yun Que to inform Wu Ziyan.

He was sent to fetch the antidote, but why did Wu Ziyan come?

He clenched his fists and looked himself over.

Although she was naked, thankfully there was still a sliver of fabric covering her private parts.

Judging from his physical condition, the poison should have been neutralized. He lowered his head and leaned close to Wu Ziyan's ear.

"Master?" The voice was very soft.

But Wu Ziyan wasn't completely asleep. Hearing Xiaoyun'er's voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

She still thought she was dreaming, and leaned closer to his head: "Little Yun'er?"

"Yes, Master, I'm here."

Upon hearing this nonsensical answer, her eyes widened completely.

But they were too close to see his whole face. She tried to sit up: "Are you alright?"

"Thanks to you, Master, I'm alright. But I'm afraid I'll need to recover from this injury for a while, so I won't be able to serve you during this period."

"You're so careless. Now that you're awake, send someone to take me back to the manor. If I'm not here, things will definitely be a mess."

"That's what I wanted to ask you, Master: how did you end up at the Holy Martial Arts base?"

"It's that Lark you sent to deliver the message. He said you're dying, and he's worried me to death."

"Where would I get an antidote? That's why I came here by myself."

"You heard I was dying, and you were worried, so you dragged your badly injured body here!"

"Of course! What am I supposed to do if you die? You're my life."

Mo Baiyun's eyes widened in shock. He had considered that Wu Ziyan might be interested in him.

But he never expected that he would be so important to her, that she would come to see him despite her serious injuries!

His nose tingled, perhaps because he was particularly sensitive to his hurt emotions.

Although he still had those squinty eyes, when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word of those flirtatious and coquettish words that he used to be able to say so easily.

She simply held Wu Ziyan's hand gently, muttering in a thick nasal voice, "Is Master afraid I'll die?"

"Of course I'm afraid you'll die, you're my little Yun'er."

"I thought I was dreaming when I heard that, but I didn't expect it to be true."

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he felt as if something was stuck in his chest. He could only breathe through his mouth to catch his breath.

Wu Ziyan patted his head and gave a pale smile.