“Wangye, wake up!”
“Xiao Yuheng, Xiao Yuheng?”
“Damn Wangye, wake up?”
Damn it, he seems to have really passed out!
Shen Yue hadn’t anticipated this situation at all and was somewhat flustered.
But fortunately, Sifang City was Xiao Yuheng’s territory, and he and his shadow guards always carried signal flares when traveling.
As the saying goes, “One signal flare shot into the sky, and thousands of troops will come to aid”…
Ah, pfft, now is not the time for nonsense.
In short, as long as they sent the signal, people from Wangfu would immediately come to assist.
Thinking this, Shen Yue took out the signal flare from her bosom and was about to pull the trigger, but the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“Shen Er, don’t make a fuss.”
“…So you weren’t unconscious?”
Then you must have heard me call you “damn Wangye” earlier?
If that’s the case, I’ll be really embarrassed, bro!
“But if we don’t call for help, it might delay your treatment, Wangye.” Shen Yue looked troubled.
Actually, she was quite strong—carrying him onto the horse wouldn’t be difficult—but the situation was special. Xiao Yuheng only had her by his side. If anything happened to him under her care, not only would she not get the antidote, but the people from Cheng Wang Manor would probably go to any lengths to chop her into mincemeat. That was not an outcome she wanted to see.
So, she decided to try persuading him.
“Wangye, your illness came on suddenly. It could be minor or serious—maybe just a common cold, or it could be pneumonia. In severe cases, it could even be fatal. You shouldn’t avoid treatment out of fear. Let me call the shadow guards, or we can go find Miss Cheng. She knows how to prepare medicines, so she must be able to treat illnesses…”
“No, I’m not going anywhere. Take me back to the manor.” Xiao Yuheng seemed to have little strength left, his voice barely audible.
“…Alright.”
Perhaps people become stubborn when they’re sick. Shen Yue didn’t want to argue with him anymore, afraid that any further delay might really cause him to kick the bucket.
She turned around, letting Xiao Yuheng wrap his arms around her neck, then with a burst of effort, hoisted him onto the horse.
“Hold on tight, Wangye. We’re setting off.”
Xiao Yuheng let out a soft hum in response.
His body grew colder, and his strength waned. Shen Yue had to pull his hands together and wrap them around her waist, then steer the horse with one hand.
“Wangye, most people with a cold develop a fever, but your body is icy. It seems it’s not just a common cold.”
Xiao Yuheng, leaning against Shen Yue’s back, cracked his eyes open slightly. “It’s not a cold. It’s Cold Poison.”
As he spoke, he instinctively nuzzled against Shen Yue’s smooth, fair neck, seeking warmth.
“Cold Poison? No way, that’s so cliché?”
Shen Yue found it hard to believe.
She remembered writing a similar plot in her Lewd Book—the male lead afflicted with Cold Poison, and the female lead stripping off her clothes to use her body to warm him, leading to them naturally getting intimate…
But she made that up!
Cold Poison only exists in novels and TV dramas—how could it appear in real life?
Then again, time travel and fictional dynasties also only exist in novels and TV dramas, yet they had truly happened to her.
Looking at it that way, Cold Poison didn’t seem so strange after all.
Shen Yue’s thoughts were drifting, but the man behind her kept pulling her attention back.
He was greedily clinging to her warmth, not only tightening his embrace but also lowering his head further, his cool lips nearly brushing against her neck…
“Shen Er, Wangye is so cold…”
Of course Shen Yue knew he was cold—the breath he exhaled against her neck was icy, and it tickled, ugh…
No matter what, she would never use her body heat to warm him, not even if beaten to death!
“Wangye, hold on a little longer, the Wangfu is just ahead!”
Shen Yue sensed he was on the verge of losing consciousness and turned her head, trying to rouse him.
At that glance, she froze—she saw a layer of white frost forming on Xiao Yuheng’s eyebrows.
Holy crap, is this for real?
Little did she know, the real spectacle was yet to come.
As time passed, the frost on Xiao Yuheng’s eyebrows and face thickened, the roots of his brows even beginning to turn pale. He was truly struggling to hold on.
“Evade the shadow guards and go straight to the Secret Chamber. You know how to enter…” he whispered softly.
“I… I-I don’t know! What is Wangye talking about? This subordinate doesn’t understand.”
Shen Yue was startled and instinctively played dumb.
How does this cunning man know everything? Even that I can open the Secret Chamber—is he even human?
“Wangye? Wangye?”
There was no response. Shen Yue glanced back and saw that he had actually fainted.
From his words, it seemed there was something in the Secret Chamber to alleviate the Cold Poison. She needed to move him there quickly.
Shen Yue felt around the saddlebag, found a thin cloak, and without a second thought, wrapped it around Xiao Yuheng before carrying him off the horse.
Just like last time, she used small stones to press the shadow guards’ pressure points for inducing unconsciousness, entering the Secret Chamber with little effort.
Xiao Yuheng’s Secret Chamber wasn’t large, and its setup was simpler than expected. Aside from Night-Shining Pearls for lighting, a row of Display Shelves, a few jars of wine, there was only a jade bed.
Shen Yue stepped forward and touched it—the jade bed was indeed warm.
She first laid Xiao Yuheng down on the Warm Jade Bed, then secretly went to the kitchen to boil water and heat a pot of wine. After feeding him the warm wine, she used a hot towel to wipe away the frost on his face.
“I’ve done all I can. If you still don’t make it, don’t blame me.”
“Honestly, you’re so handsome—it’d be a shame if you died just like that…”
She muttered to herself as she wiped, her eyelids growing heavy until, without realizing, she fell asleep.
When she woke again, she was lying on the Warm Jade Bed.
On the outer side of the bed, the man was quietly meditating and regulating his breath, his back straight as a pine, the contours of his firm muscles visible even through his robes.
Shen Yue had to admit—every part of this man aligned with her aesthetic preferences: his exquisite features, sharp jawline, large, well-defined hands, and cascading long hair…
Wait! His hair… had turned completely white!
Shen Yue was dazed for a moment before exclaiming, “Xiao Yuheng…”
“Wangye is here.”
The man slowly opened his eyes and turned to face her. “Shen Er, you fear me.”
Shen Yue was about to deny it, but she froze when she met his gaze.
Perhaps due to the Cold Poison, not only had Xiao Yuheng’s hair and eyebrows turned snow-white, but even the color of his pupils had changed!
Around the originally clear light brown irises, the pupils were tinged with an eerie red. This hint of red flickered in and out, sometimes like an undercurrent surging beneath a lake’s surface, sometimes like a fiercely burning flame.
White hair, crimson eyes… Such an appearance made Xiao Yuheng impossibly handsome!