He mustered his courage and complained to Huai Xu in front of him, "But Young Master Huai Yue didn't seem to want to drink the medicine. He took a long time to finish his porridge."

Huai Xu's eyes widened in disbelief: "...?"

"I'm leaving first!" Xiao Wu ran off in a flash.

Huai Xu still seemed incredulous, pointing to the door: "A good subordinate you brought out?"

Song Ting felt both amused and a little weak-willed. She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, carefully fed it to him, and readily admitted her mistake: "It was my fault."

"Hmph." Unfortunately, Huaixu didn't seem to be buying it. After a while, he said casually, "How did I faint? I must have been too happy, so happy that I fainted."

Song Ting's heart tightened. He realized that Huai Xu was testing him; Huai Xu indeed didn't want him to know.

"Director Wang said it was because he had been depressed for a long time and had experienced extreme highs and lows in his emotions." He held Huaixu's hand with one hand. "Young Master, I was very worried. You scared me to death."

"That's because I'm too happy." Huai Xu smiled, his expression carrying a hint of sarcasm. "I won't die anyway, so you don't need to worry about it, sir."

That conversation was a test between them. Perhaps they both knew that the other was already aware of the truth, but as long as one of them remained silent, the other would continue to pretend.

However, Gu poison is different from other poisons. Song Ting himself had suffered from Gu poison, so he was still worried. Taking advantage of the opportunity to serve Huai Xu while he bathed and changed clothes, he observed the other's neglected body many times.

The small red mole on the snow-white skin was already quite dark in color.

Every time Song Ting saw that bright red dot, she wanted to slap herself to death.

Without Wang Guanghe needing to investigate further, he guessed what kind of Gu poison it was—it was very likely to cause "soul severance".

He had clearly suffered from this kind of poison before, and he had clearly noticed that Huai Xu had this mole on his body before, but he never connected this so-called mole with "soul-severing".

They truly believed that this mole, like the one on Huaixu's eyelid, was deliberately placed there to disguise his identity.

How could you be so stupid?

That's absolutely stupid.

Yan Qingshan's words further confirmed this speculation.

Fortunately, since the other party could recognize it at a glance, it means they must be quite knowledgeable about this kind of poison.

A faint hope involuntarily rose in Song Ting's heart, but before she could speak, she heard someone say:

"I had only heard of this kind of Gu poison in the ancient books in the library before. It is said to be a Gu that only exists in the southern border region, but because this Gu poison is too cruel, it has gradually been lost even in that region."

"I never thought I would have the honor of seeing this in my lifetime. This trip to Chang'an was definitely worthwhile."

A cold glint appeared in Song Ting's dark eyes: "Sir."

"Tsk." Yan Qingshan could easily detect the anger hidden beneath those two words. "You're really quite boring."

"..."

“I have never encountered this Gu before, nor do I know how to cure it. But given Young Master Chu’s current physical condition, if he cannot cure the Gu poison, there is no point in even thinking about repairing his meridians. He cannot withstand it.”

Song Ting stood up and solemnly bowed to Yan Qingshan: "Please, sir, do your best to find a solution."

Yan Qingshan is already the most powerful doctor in Dayan. If even he can't do anything, then what should Huaixu do?

"Alright, stop with the nonsense. Since I promised to save him, I will definitely keep my word. Besides, I've always been very interested in this Gu poison."

Yan Qingshan said, "Let me think about it carefully. There will always be a way."

"Thank you, sir." Hearing this, Song Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief. "However, please keep this a secret for now... do not let Huai Xu know that we know he is poisoned by Gu..."

Yan Qingshan gave him a strange look, but didn't say anything more, only saying, "I understand."

...

[Promise me, my child, promise me you will avenge us! Kill Song Ting! Kill him!]

He's the one who ruined our family, he's the one who killed your parents and brothers. Don't be soft-hearted, kill him!

Go...go...avenge us...

【Huaixu, don't forget that my father and I died for you. Avenge us!】

"I died a terrible death, young master! Avenge us, young master..."

[Third Young Master, the First Young Master died so tragically, so tragically...]

When Chu Huaixu opened his eyes, the blood and towering flames before him had not yet faded. It took him several breaths to realize that what had just happened was just a nightmare.

He had that dream again.

He squeezed his eyes shut and glanced to the side, only to find that one of his hands was being held in someone's palm, and that person was fast asleep beside his bed, with a vulnerable section of the back of their neck exposed.

Kill him.

Kill this man, just as I promised in my dream.

Kill him...

Such thoughts swirled in Chu Huaixu's mind a thousand times, but each time his knife always veered slightly away from his heart.

Song Ting, why you? Why of all people? Why did you betray me?

Almost subconsciously, Chu Huaixu touched the face so close to his, his fair and slender fingers slowly moving down inch by inch from the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.

Only when he touched those soft lips did he recoil as if burned by a raging fire, quickly pulling his hand back.

His heart was pounding violently, one beat after another.

Looking down at his palm, Chu Huaixu couldn't believe what he had done.

"Chu Huaixu, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" he asked himself.

A profound sense of unease enveloped him. Chu Huaixu stiffened and began to breathe heavily, but at that moment, it felt as if someone was choking him, making it impossible for him to breathe and almost suffocating him.

He should have harbored deep resentment and hatred towards this person...

Suddenly, Song Ting frowned, turned her face from one side to the other, but did not let go of Chu Huaixu's hand, and unconsciously rubbed her head against his palm.

He must have been having a good dream, because the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his brows, which were always furrowed, relaxed a bit.

Chu Huaixu felt even more resentful. He thought, "I have nightmares day after day. Those restless souls cry and howl in my dreams every night. We can't close our eyes in peace. We are trapped in the past five years."

Why should you, Song Ting, be able to sleep soundly and dream your dreams?

"Master, if you keep looking at me like that, I'll want to kiss you." Suddenly, Song Ting opened her eyes without any warning.

Chu Huaixu was already feeling guilty, and when their eyes met Song Tingfei's, his mind went even more chaotic. He hurriedly turned his face away, angrily saying, "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Don't be angry..." Song Ting took his hand.

"Get lost!" But he slapped her across the face.

This slap was merciless; Song Ting's head was thrown to the side, leaving a deep five-finger mark on his face.