However, he was still worried about Huai Xu's damaged meridians and the Gu poison in his body.

As long as Huaixu remained unrecovered, he continued to live in constant fear.

Thinking of this, Song Ting could no longer laugh.

He suddenly missed Huaixu very much and wanted to see him.

Song Ting suddenly stood up.

Physician Wang was startled: "My lord?"

Song Ting ignored him and headed straight for the door. "Sir, the poison hasn't been completely cleared from your body, and your wounds haven't been properly treated. Please wait a little longer—"

At the same time, Xiao Wu arrived in a hurry, his expression solemn.

"grown ups!"

Xiao Wu accompanied Song Ting on today's mission, but Song Ting was still unable to leave after the matter was resolved, so he asked Xiao Wu to go back to the manor first. Now, seeing Xiao Wu's expression, Song Ting's heart skipped a beat.

"But what happened at the manor?!"

Xiao Wu became even more anxious: "My lord, Huaiyue—Young Master—something has happened to him—"

Once the emperor issued his edict of self-reproach, Xiao Wu naturally understood the true identity of that Young Master Huaiyue. There was never a substitute; it was always that person.

No wonder their lord was so concerned about the other party, even willing to give his life for him.

Xiao Wu never understood the reason before, but now he finally understands, and understands it completely.

The person in front of me is the one I love.

Thinking back to what he had said to that person, Xiao Wu felt like buying a block of frozen tofu and then hiding behind the door to crush himself with it.

"But don't be too nervous, the Ghost-Faced Physician had already gone by the time I arrived..."

...

When Song Ting returned, Chu Huaixu had already woken up. The man, dressed in his undergarments, leaned against the headboard, his long hair disheveled at his side, staring blankly at his palm.

The bleeding on her forehead had stopped, but the wound had not been treated. The dried blood around the wound, that dark red color, made Song Ting's heart pound.

With a stern face, he asked the butler following behind him, "Are they all dead? Where is the divine healer?"

The butler naturally knew why Song Ting was angry, and explained with a bitter face, "The divine doctor has come to see him, but the young master... won't let anyone get close."

Song Ting's expression did not soften; instead, it darkened further: "Useless."

The butler, having been scolded, dared not utter a word and followed silently behind. Then Song heard him say, "You can go out now."

The butler responded and hurried off. Song Ting rushed to the bedside and anxiously called out Chu Huaixu's name: "Mingyu."

The person whose name was called did not react at all, remaining in the same position, motionless, without even blinking. It was as if Song Ting did not exist.

Song Ting was even more anxious, but he had just killed someone, rolled in the mud, and hadn't even had time to change his blood-stained clothes. Afraid of soiling Chu Huaixu's bed, he simply squatted down at the man's feet, looking up at him intently.

"Mingyu, look at me...Mingyu..."

He wanted to touch this person, to shake Chu Huaixu's hand, but when he raised his hand, he found that his hand was not much cleaner than his clothes. His arm hung awkwardly in mid-air for a moment before falling down.

"Mingyu".

"Mingyu, look at me..."

Song Ting called out many times, but Chu Huaixu did not respond to his voice at all. Song Ting was so anxious that his face turned pale. He suddenly got up and wanted to go out to find Yan Qingshan.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu raised his head and looked at Song Ting with a blank expression and a dazed look in his eyes, as if he could not recognize who was standing in front of him.

“Mingyu…” Song Ting squatted down again at his feet, leaned over, and gently pressed her face against the man’s leg, rubbing against him like a puppy. Chu Huaixu clearly dodged away.

As Song Ting's face missed its mark, her heart skipped a beat, and her chest clenched painfully: "Mingyu?"

The voice was lowered, as if afraid of disturbing the person in front of him.

Chu Huaixu looked down at him, his fingertips trembling. He wanted to touch Song Ting's hand that was hanging by his legs, but for some reason, he suddenly curled it up.

Song understood his intention and took the initiative to shake his hand, but Chu Huaixu reacted strongly and pushed him away: "Don't touch me!"

These three words were like a heavy slap to Song Ting's face, making it hard for him to see clearly and causing a constant buzzing in his ears.

He already had residual poison in his body, and this stimulation caused his blood to surge, showing signs of going into qi deviation.

Worried about frightening Chu Huaixu, he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists so tightly that the skin cracked and blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining his clothes and dripping onto the ground.

However, he forced back the mouthful of blood that was almost rising to his throat.

"Mingyu." Ignoring Chu Huaixu's struggles, Song Ting forcefully grasped his hand, pleadingly, "Tell me first what happened. If I did something wrong, you can hit me, scold me, or even stab me, I'll accept it."

“But you’re injured, so we need to treat your wounds first. Let’s call Doctor Yan over to take a look, okay?”

Chu Huaixu is no match for him now. If he really puts his mind to it, Chu Huaixu has no way to deal with him, but he can't bear to treat Huaixu like that.

He could only observe Huaixu's expression while gently pulling him into his arms, his lips carefully touching the wound on his forehead.

But they dared not put it into practice, for fear of hurting Huaixu.

"You got injured like this just because I wasn't watching you for a moment, Master. I'm going to tie a rope to your wrist and take you everywhere I go, so I can watch you every moment—hiss—"

Before he could finish speaking, the conversation abruptly stopped when Chu Huaixu suddenly bit down hard on his throat, with such force that it seemed he really wanted to bite Song Ting's neck off.

Song Ting instinctively wanted to dodge, but suddenly froze—wet tears slid down his neck; Huai Xu was crying.

Huai Xu cried.

Huai Xu rarely shed tears, and Song Ting couldn't bear to see him cry, except in bed [ignore]. At those times, Huai Xu's tears would break his heart.

"Song Ting!" Chu Huaixu released his mouth, then bit down hard again, as if filled with extreme hatred and resentment, viciously calling his name, "Song Ting!"

When he loosened his grip for the second time, he punched Song Ting in the face. Song Ting was caught off guard and was grabbed by the collar and thrown onto the bed by Chu Huaixu.

Before Song Ting could react, Chu Huaixu's fists rained down one after another. "Song Qingxiang! You're really something! You're really something!"

Although she didn't know what was going on, Song Ting certainly couldn't resist, and didn't even try to stop him, letting him hit her.

Chu Huaixu's forehead wound reopened due to the violent movement, and blood began to seep out again. Song Ting's pupils suddenly trembled: "Young Master, you're bleeding—"

"Don't touch me!" Chu Huaixu forcefully swung away the arm that Song Ting was reaching out to, and his fist slammed down on Song Ting's face without mercy, but at the last moment it missed by a few inches and grazed Song Ting's face before hitting the bed.

Song Ting was stunned for a moment, feeling the hand gripping her collar tighten even more.

—But Huaixu went easy on me.