Chapter 1414 Your Majesty Has No Heart

"Same as an incense box." Wen Huoran was skeptical.

Yan Yi thought quickly and raised his voice unconsciously, "I use the same incense box. Your Majesty may not remember that the calming incense I used for you was long used up, and I haven't had time to mix a new one."

Wen Huoran was skeptical, his scrutinizing gaze approaching her, "Is it such a coincidence? The incense boxes are the same, and the uses of the spices are also the same?"

Yan Yi felt like a prey being targeted by an eagle. The villain's gaze seemed to be able to burn holes through her body.

She tucked her hands into her sleeves, clenched them into fists, and dug her nails into the skin of her palms. She forced herself to calm down, but did not avoid the villain's gaze.

In this situation, the only way to save your life is to deny it even if you are beaten to death.

"I haven't been sleeping well recently, Your Majesty, you know about it." After saying this, a few tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Wen Huiran frowned, and asked impatiently, "Why are you crying?"

Yan Yi couldn't help sobbing, and his voice became intermittent: "Your Majesty doubts me, I feel sad, I can't help but want to cry. Wuwu——"

Wen Huiran: "Given the current situation, it's only natural to be suspicious of you. Why are you feeling wronged?"

Yan Yi cried even harder, her emotions so intense that she could barely breathe. She choked and said, "Your Majesty, have you ever considered that if I wanted to harm you, why would I wait until today? What can a mere box of tranquilizing incense do to Your Majesty?"

Hearing this, Wen Huiran's brows furrowed even deeper, and the displeasure on his face was about to overflow. "What do you mean by that?"

After hearing this, Yan Yi cursed the villain in his heart, saying that his conscience had been eaten by a dog and he never took other people's kindness to heart.

"If I wanted to harm you, why would I have risked my life to travel to the Ice Continent just to find the Ice Lotus to use as medicine for Your Majesty?"

As she complained in a low voice, she could not stop thinking about it over and over again in her mind, and then she imagined many tragic scenes half-truthfully. She cried so hard that her tears blurred her vision and she could hardly see the expression of the person in front of her.

The villain was really hateful. She had been so sincere to him, but in the end, she gained nothing from him. Instead, she got herself into trouble. He would always treat her as a suspect whenever something happened.

Wen Huoran had never expected her to bring this up, but it wasn't that he didn't take it to heart. On the contrary, he was extremely grateful to Yan Yi for stepping forward and risking his own life to venture deep into the Frost Continent to collect herbs for him.

Perhaps it was because there were too many things in his mind, and now was an extraordinary period. After being reminded by Bu Shu, he instinctively suspected that Yan Yi would do something bad to him.

"Alright," he said dryly, "I'm just suspicious, I don't intend to interrogate you as a spy."

Yan Yi continued to cry endlessly, and the resentment in his body was about to drown the entire medicine warehouse.

"Your Majesty has no heart. You only suspect that others will harm you and harm you. You never consider that this will hurt others."

After saying that, she stared at the villain with red eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.

Wen Huoran met her gaze, his expression froze for a moment, and he didn't say a word.

Yan Yi continued to cry: "Your Majesty, please drive me away! If I stay in your house, I will be wronged for nothing. I might be used as a scapegoat at any time. Not only will I lose my life, but I might even end up with my body torn to pieces. Besides-"

She blinked, and crystal tears dripped down her cheeks, flowing through her chin, wetting a small part of her clothes. Yan Yi raised his sleeve to wipe his face and continued: "Your Majesty, you don't feel at ease when you keep someone you don't trust by your side, always keeping an eye on me—"

Seeing her chattering endlessly, Wen Huoran felt his head buzzing and his temples throbbing. "That's enough." His voice sounded a little hoarse, as if he had endured it to the extreme.

"I have no intention of letting you leave, so just stay put. No matter what your purpose is, the demons will not allow a mere mortal like you to rebel. If you want to survive, just be a bit more responsible and don't seek trouble. Of course—"

He suddenly slowed down his tone and added, "If you don't have any extra thoughts, that's great."

Yan Yi didn't respond, but just wiped her tears with her sleeve. She couldn't help but suspect that she had cried all the tears she would ever cry in this book, and she had had enough of the shock.

She was really scared. She was a timid person by nature, and in order to survive, she had to act with all her might.

When she cried, she cried with all her heart, without a trace of false love. But now her head was dizzy and she felt dizzy and almost fainted.

She reached out to hold onto the long table beside her, leaning against the edge, looking as if she was about to collapse.

Wen Huoran couldn't bear to see this. After all, he was too suspicious. Based on Bu Shu's words alone, he concluded that the mortal female doctor was using the preparation of calming incense as a cover to wait for an opportunity to attack him.

Bu Shu stood quietly by the side the whole time, not completely trusting Yan Yi's words. After all, having lived for thousands of years, he was much more thoughtful. So he asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Do you need to use a calming incense?"

Yan Yi immediately stood up straight, cold sweat broke out on his back, his hands tightly clasped the edge of the table, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

She stole a glance at the villain, and seeing he showed no sign of responding, she quickly explained, "Master, His Majesty has been suffering from frequent headaches lately. I boldly prepared some calming incense to help ease his pain."

After saying this, she paused, feeling that her words were not rigorous enough, and added: "The prescriptions I read from ancient medical books may not be of much use. I will not mix spices for Your Majesty without authorization in the future. Please forgive me!"

She spoke softer and softer, until at the end, only the sound of a mosquito buzzing could be heard.

Bu Shu was still worried after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask, "What ancient medical book is it? Can you bring it to me for a look?"

What is meant to come will eventually come.

The double impact of tension and fear made the back of my clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Yan Yi racked his brains and thought very hard. He didn't know how many brain cells died that day!

She was thinking at an inopportune moment that during the time she had been inside the book, her mind had been much more active than it had been in the real world for the past twenty years.

"Master, I read this in an ancient book when I was still at home. I can't remember exactly what book it was, as it was so long ago. I only remember that the medical book was worn and yellowed, and some pages were missing."

Bu Shu wanted to ask a few more questions, but he caught a glimpse of Wen Xuran rubbing his temples with his knuckles, so he had to stop talking and immediately walked over to him.

"Your Majesty, has your essence been affected?" Then, he helped Wen Huoran sit down on the chair beside the long table.

Wen Huoran raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yi, his eyes filled with complex emotions that were difficult to discern.

His eyes flushed a terrifying crimson, and his face was unusually pale. "You guessed correctly. The demonic energy that appeared in Xiangyun Town is indeed related to the old Demon Lord."

Yan Yi swallowed nervously, not understanding the villain's intention in suddenly bringing up this matter. She always asked questions when she didn't understand, and her thirst for knowledge was extremely strong, so she immediately asked indirectly, "Your Majesty, are you—hurt?"

Wen Huoran didn't respond. He turned his head and said to Bu Shu, "When clearing the demonic energy, the magic power in my body became uncontrollable. This must be due to the instability of my Yuan Jing. Uncle Bu, is there any way to stabilize my Yuan Jing?"

Bu Shu sighed heavily and said truthfully, "Your Majesty, I once told you that the Ice Lotus can only repair your essence, not restore it. Your Majesty needs to reduce the frequency of using your magic power, otherwise—"

The remaining words were probably extremely difficult to say, Bu Shu's lips and teeth moved slightly, but he didn't say them in the end.

Seeing this, Wen Huiran showed a hint of impatience. He bent his knuckles and gently tapped the edge of the table, emphasizing, "Uncle Bu, you've watched me grow up. Is there anything you can't tell me directly?"

"Damaged Yuan Jing is extremely difficult to restore, unless—" Bu Shu seemed to have made a great decision before he spoke the truth: "Unless another Yuan Jing is taken into the body to protect and nourish the damaged Yuan Jing. Only with time can it be restored."

Yan Yi calmed down and stood silently behind Bu Shu. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but interrupt and asked, "Master, do ordinary mortals also have essence?"

Wen Huiran sneered: "A mere mortal—"

Before he could finish his words, he seemed to realize something and immediately stopped talking. He opened his eyelids and looked at Yan Yi, as if he was very interested in the purpose of her asking this question.

Bu Shu was much easier to get along with than the villain. He patiently explained, "Every living thing in the world has essence. The essence of ordinary mortals can only sustain their own lifeblood and is of little use to others."

Hearing this, Yan Yi showed a look of regret on his face, and asked: "Master, if I give my essence to others, will I die?"

Before Bu Shu could speak, two shadows suddenly fell on the doorway of the medicine storehouse, followed by a clear female voice: "Of course he will die! Living is already difficult for mortals. If you lose your vital essence, your soul will wither and your body will dissipate. Isn't that the end of you!"

Yan Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a stunning young woman speaking. She had a bright smile and was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Behind her followed a young man who was about the same age as her and looked very similar to her. He had a calm temperament and a well-behaved expression, like an obedient puppy.

The sight of the two of them standing there was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Bu Shu hurried forward and asked, "Yingyue, why are you here?"

Bu Yingyue: "Father, you haven't been home for a long time. Mother asked us to come and see you."

The brother and sister quickly walked up to Wen Huoran, bowed and greeted him. Bu Yingyue then turned around and stared at Yan Yi, "Mortal, what is your name? Why did you come to the Demon Realm?

Yan Yi smiled, "Yan Yi, I am..." The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she immediately stopped herself. She couldn't tell others that she was kidnapped and presented as a gift to the villain!

She secretly glanced at Wen Huoran, only to see a smile on his lips, looking at her meaningfully.

Yan Yi felt her scalp tingle and goosebumps fell all over the floor. She quickly changed the subject and said, "I am a barefoot doctor. I went out to travel and ended up here without realizing it."

After saying this, she glanced at the villain guiltily, and found that the meaningful smile on the other's lips became even wider. Yan Yi broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Bu Yingyue raised her eyebrows slightly and introduced, "This is my younger brother, Bu Yingxue. I just heard you call my father 'Master', so we are family now. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to us."

Yan Yi nodded slowly, feeling flattered. He thought that not all demons were as moody and suspicious as the villains, thinking everyone was a spy.

"Then we'll be leaving first." Bu Yingyue waved at her and turned to leave. Bu Yingxue beside her quickly grabbed her sleeve and whispered, "Sister, you haven't said anything serious yet."

Bu Yingyue was completely confused. "What business? Isn't it business to remind our father to go home?"

Bu Yingxue sighed helplessly and walked a few steps forward to Wen Huoran. "Your Majesty, yesterday my sister and I went to Fuyu Mountain to hunt monsters. We discovered a demonic aura in the center of Taihu Lake, but it quickly disappeared."

After hearing this, Yan Yi's ears pricked up. The phenomenon that Bu Yingxue described was exactly the same as what she had seen in the past.

"Your Majesty, I didn't lie to you!" She spoke in a light tone, looking at Wen Huoran with a bit of pride, perfectly portraying the look of someone who had done a good deed and was waiting for praise.

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