But along with the cool touch came a burning heat spreading from deep within her body. Shen Youying gasped for breath, her breaths filled with intense heat.

She wasn't given ordinary sleeping pills; it was probably some kind of low-grade drug.

Shen Youying bit her lip hard, enduring the discomfort in her body and forcing herself to think of a solution quickly...

what to do?

My drowsy brain wasn't working as fast as usual, and in the end, only one thought prevailed—I had to get out of here first.

Yes, we need to leave here first.

We can't stay here.

Shen Youying strained to open her eyes, biting her lip so hard it bled. The door was locked, so she could only use her weak limbs to push open the window. Fortunately, the window wasn't locked from the outside, and she managed to push it open with difficulty, climbing out using both hands and feet.

The effects of the drug in her body kicked in again due to the strenuous activity, leaving Shen Youying dizzy and lightheaded. She could only lean against the wall, panting softly, as if the fire burning inside her was about to consume her.

Which way should we go?

She desperately tried to recall the way she had come, attempting to discern the correct path with her brain, which was now a burnt mess. But before she could even take a step, she heard Chen Wang's voice from not far away: "Where is he?"

"She's asleep inside."

"Very well, send them all away, lest they spoil my enjoyment..."

It is Prince Chen who has arrived.

Shen Youying couldn't have misheard the sound. She opened her eyes wide in horror, not caring that she would be discovered, and stumbled and staggered as she ran away from the sound.

Her limbs wouldn't obey her commands, and she almost fell several times, but she managed to bite her lip and hold on. However, when she saw the person slowly approaching in front of her, her legs finally gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

In truth, she was seeing double and could barely make out faces. But the Qin King's rosewood wheelchair was far too conspicuous.

When Xue Shen slowly wheeled himself to her, Shen Youying opened her eyes wide in vain, her eyes filled with despair.

"What's wrong with Miss Shen?" Xue Shen leaned down and pinched her chin, asking with an ambiguous meaning.

Shen Youying was forced to raise her face. Her clear eyes were now empty, her eyes were red, and large tears rolled out and slid down her cheeks.

"I..." She opened her mouth like a fish out of water, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

After a long and confused struggle, Shen Youying finally grabbed Xue Shen's clothes with a desperate urge: "Please, please, Your Highness, save me."

She opened her eyes wide with determination, tears streaming down her face, creating a poignant and tragic beauty.

Xue Shen released her hand, supported her limp body, and whispered in her ear, "Do you know who I am?"

Shen Youying was too weak to close her eyes and let her body fall onto his lap.

"Your Highness, King of Qin..."

Xue Shen received a satisfactory answer and finally smiled.

He bent down and effortlessly picked her up, placing her in his arms so that she could face him and hide her face in his embrace.

"Avoid Xue Zhan and find a nearby house."

The attendant agreed and pushed him toward a secluded spot.