She just read a novel, how did she end up transmigrating into it, and even becoming a cannon fodder character that anyone can trample on?

Having just arrived in this world, she was betrayed by her fiancé. She thought of finding an ally, but her ally turned against her and tried to kill her. They had agreed not to kill each other, but in the end, he still went back on his word. Sure enough, if you can rely on men, pigs will fly.

Jiang Luoluo grew angrier and angrier, and felt more and more wronged. So what if she died? She had already died once. But she was not going to die unjustly. Today, she was determined to settle things with Xie Yizhi.

Xie Yizhi felt a warm drop fall onto the back of his hand. His hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Then, drop after drop, countless drops kept falling onto Xie Yizhi's hand. Jiang Luoluo's voice was choked with emotion but still held strength, "Xie Yizhi, you better listen to me clearly!"

First, Liu Dayong and I are absolutely not in cahoots. Second, I was hiding something from you, but that was a personal matter, and I had absolutely no intention of harming you. Third, you accepted the military command and are now going back on your word; that's not the behavior of a gentleman, but rather that of a complete scoundrel.

Jiang Luoluo lightly raised her slender, fair wrist, wiped away her tears, and looked as if she were ready to die. "Fine, I was blind to have chosen such a bastard like you. Do whatever you want with me. Come on, give me a quick death."

Xie Yizhi felt the dense warmth on the back of his hand from behind. Heaven knows that the veins on his other hand under his sleeve were bulging, and he could feel his heart pounding like a drum.

Hearing Jiang Luoluo's tearful "last words," he finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and she finally burst into tears.

He sheathed his dagger, his voice low, hoarse, and cold, "Remember our alliance. If you're so scared by seeing a finger being cut, I don't need a fragile ally."

Jiang Luoluo caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye that the side facing her neck was the back of a dagger. Xie Yizhi never intended to kill her, so why?

Jiang Luoluo was both annoyed and angry, but she had calmed down. She was just a cannon fodder character, while Xie Yizhi was the one who could survive until the end. She dared not speak so recklessly again and humbly called out, "Your Highness Prince Yi, I was very rude just now."

Xie Yizhi went straight to the table and sat down, slamming the dagger down on it. He snorted coldly, revealing the row of teeth marks on the back of his hand, "Hasn't Miss Jiang offended you enough?"

When Jiang Luoluo saw the row of teeth marks, and thought about what she had just said, she wondered what kind of bastard she had done.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment." Jiang Luoluo jogged into the inner room, and when she came out, she was carrying a small porcelain bottle.

Jiang Luoluo opened the small porcelain bottle, scooped out a little emerald green ointment with her hand, and gently applied it to the teeth marks. Xie Yizhi felt a tingling sensation on the back of his hand.

Xie Yizhi looked down and saw a red mark on her fair neck where a dagger had been used, and mottled tear stains on her beautiful face. The faint scent of soap lingered in his nose after the woman had bathed, and that strange feeling returned. Damn it.

Xie Yizhi coughed lightly, fumbled around to pour himself a glass of water, and kept drinking it to cover up the gurgling in his throat.

Jiang Luolu tilted her head, focused and serious. She used the residual warmth of her fingertips to massage the ointment little by little until it was absorbed before withdrawing her hand.

Xie Yizhi took out a small porcelain bottle, placed it on the table, and gestured with his chin towards Jiang Luoluo, "It's only fair to reciprocate."

Jiang Luoluo asked incredulously, "Your Highness, is this for me?"

Xie Yizhi nodded. Jiang Luoluo picked up the small porcelain bottle, opened it, and sniffed it. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. It was a familiar scent—a faint aroma of bergamot and orange peel.

She poured out a pill and put it in her mouth, overjoyed. The Ji Gong pill made by the ancients did indeed have a unique flavor, richer and more mellow, and it seemed to have some mint and hawthorn added, making it refreshing and cool.

For the past two days, she had been so frightened by Liu Dayong's incident that she felt depressed and couldn't eat anything. Now, after taking this big, round Ji Gong pill, she felt that all her internal organs had returned to normal.

Xie Yizhi looked at Jiang Luoluo with her eyes closed, looking blissfully content, and his lips couldn't help but curl slightly. But when Jiang Luoluo opened her eyes, he quickly put his lips down and resumed his aloof demeanor.

"It's normal to feel nauseous, vomit, and lose your appetite the first time you're frightened. When you encounter something even bigger, the first fright won't seem like much. You'll get used to it eventually." Xie Yizhi's tone softened for once, and he wasn't as cold as before.

Jiang Luoluo then belatedly realized that Xie Yizhi's actions today were because he saw that she was terrified by Liu Dayong's incident, so he used poison to fight poison, giving her an even more frightening experience. Is there anything in the world more terrifying than death?

Now, as she pondered the matter, she realized that she had once again brushed with death, and Liu Dayong's situation didn't seem so terrible after all. Xie Yizhi's method, though simple and crude, was indeed effective.

A touch of warmth unexpectedly arose in Jiang Luoluo's heart. Could it be that the ruthless Prince Yi had such a tender side?

She poured a Ji Gong pill into her palm and handed it to Xie Yizhi, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. Here, please have one!"

Xie Yizhi, as if possessed, lowered his head and gently pecked at Jiang Luoluo's palm, quickly picking up the Jigong Pill. Jiang Luoluo felt a tingling sensation in her palm, as if an electric current had struck her whole body. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, her entire body burning up.

Suddenly, Xie Yizhi's cold voice came again, "I don't need a fragile ally. If you're bad, practice more."

These cold words instantly chilled Jiang Luoluo to the bone. She turned her head and saw that Xie Yizhi had already gotten up and leaped out of the window.

She grabbed the dagger from the table and brandished it at the figure outside the window, saying, "Your Highness, have you forgotten your dagger?"

"Miss Jiang, please keep this safe for me!" In the pitch-black night, the figure quickly disappeared, leaving only this hoarse voice.

In another room of Yunlai Residence, Xie Yizhi, dressed in black, had just landed when he instructed Mo Feng, "Bring some cold water!"

Mo Feng rubbed the back of his head. It was strangely cold at night. Why did the prince need so much cold water just for going out? It was really odd.

Xie Yizhi lay in the cold wooden tub, his body still burning with heat. The faint scent of soapberry lingered in his nose, and the elusive image of her kept replaying in his mind.

Jiang Luoluo deserves to die; she repeatedly used her beauty to seduce him, showing a complete lack of martial ethics.

Inside Jiang Luoluo's room, she was chewing on a Jigong pill and carefully examining the dagger. She was surprised to find a brocade box on the table. She put the dagger inside, and it fit perfectly.

Jiang Luoluo chuckled. Who said Xie Yizhi was a ruthless, cruel, and bloodthirsty person? He's actually quite cute. He was clearly going to give her a dagger, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

What Jiang Luoluo didn't know was that Xie Yizhi dared not stay any longer; if he stayed with her any longer, he would ruin himself.