Without Zhan Wudi's help, Yang Jin could no longer perform magic tricks and could no longer disappear into thin air.

Zhan Wudi's investigation into Qingluan's death has drawn the attention of Empress Dowager Feng, restricting his movements. His night patrols are no longer free, as he is constantly being watched by Empress Dowager Feng's men. Therefore, Yang Jin must rely on himself this time.

This place is, after all, the imperial palace, and it was completely surrounded. Without anyone letting him pass, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for Yang Jin to leave the palace.

"You're not getting out." Leng Yue knew the outcome just by listening to the commotion outside.

"Yes, there are many guards outside today, and I'm injured, so it's difficult for me to get away." Yang Jin knew his own limitations; if he went out in his current condition, he would be crippled or killed.

"Aren't you the leader of the Demonic Sect? Shouldn't you be invincible in martial arts? Shouldn't you have many subordinates?" Leng Yue couldn't help but finally ask the question that had been hidden in her heart.

Ever since Leng Yue learned that Yang Jin was the leader of the Demonic Sect, she had been eager to know if the Demonic Sect here was really the same as the one in the TV series. However, for one reason or another, she never asked.

When is there a better time to discuss such questions than in the quiet of the night?

"Are you even my real sister? Your brother is about to become someone else's fish on the chopping block, and you still have the nerve to ask such irrelevant questions?" Yang Jin was furious. Why? Why didn't his mother give him a cute and adorable little sister?

"Maybe not? You've always been the one saying I'm right, but I don't know anything about it." Leng Yue continued to say things that were infuriating, while groping her way off the bed.

"What are you doing? I didn't say you really weren't. I'm sorry, okay?" Yang Jinsheng was heartbroken. Having a younger sister was really different. No matter how angry he was, he still couldn't bear to see her get hurt.

"Shh, why are you making so much noise?" Leng Yue rummaged around in the hidden compartment under the bed, took out what she wanted, and then rolled back onto the bed. "Here you go, quickly apply it wherever you're hurt."

"What is this?" Yang Jin touched it; it felt like a porcelain bottle, still warm from his sister's hand. "Is it wound medicine?"

"I don't know what kind of medicine it is, but it's something I had left over from my previous injury. It works very well, so hurry up and apply it." Leng Yue glanced at the outer room and, seeing that He'er wasn't making any move, urged Yang Jin to apply the medicine.

Yang Jin held the porcelain bottle, feeling a warmth in his heart. "You were just looking for this?"

"Otherwise what? What can I do down there in this freezing weather?" Leng Yue said irritably, shrinking deeper into the blankets. "It's so cold! Is the floor heater even working? It doesn't seem to be having any effect at all!"

"You're such a peculiar child. You won't admit you're my sister, but you still care about me. Don't worry, once I get my revenge, I'll take you away. We'll go south, to a place where it's spring all year round, so you won't feel cold." Yang Jin said, then fell into deep thought. Revenge? When will I ever get my revenge?

Leng Yue kept her head down and didn't speak. After a long while, she said in a muffled voice, "Hurry up and apply the medicine, don't actually get it on the bed..."

"Hey, you little rascal..." Yang Jin said, rubbing Leng Yue's fluffy head. "You really are... My injury isn't external, it's internal, so I won't get blood on your bed."

"Oh, then... can this medicine still be used? I don't seem to have any medicine here that can treat internal injuries." Leng Yue was troubled. She had been injured so many times before, how come she had never suffered any internal injuries? Now, she was in trouble, with no medicine available!

Unconsciously, Leng Yue blurted out her thoughts. Yang Jin's face darkened as he listened, and he finally couldn't resist flicking Leng Yue's forehead. However, just as his fingers were about to touch Leng Yue's forehead, a sigh escaped his lips, and he gently stroked her. "You..."

"Hmm?" Leng Yue felt sleepy and became a little sluggish.

"Sister?" Yang Jin turned to face Leng Yue, resting his chin on his hand, and spoke to her.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Leng Yue, barely able to stay awake, responded in a low voice.

"I know you were injured when you left the palace. But... I didn't avenge you, or even seek justice for you. Do you... do you hate me?" Yang Jin had been afraid to tell Leng Yue about this, for fear of upsetting her.

"You know him, right?" Leng Yue also turned over to face Yang Jin.

The darkness seemed to give people the courage to open their hearts to one another.

"Yes, he was one of Father's old subordinates. He risked his life to protect Father back then. In the end... although he escaped, he became a bandit. I only found out he was still alive after you were injured. Originally, I wanted to avenge you, but because it was him, I..." Yang Jin couldn't describe his state of mind. When he first met Leng Yue, he had also thought about killing her. But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps this was the bond of blood?

Later, when Leng Yue was injured, he inexplicably wanted to avenge her. It was also because of this that he sought out some of his father's former subordinates.

Now, Yang Jin felt he had fully accepted the role of 'older brother'. Knowing Leng Yue was in danger, he could no longer simply stand by and do nothing as before. Yang Jin now wished he could stay by Leng Yue's side around the clock to protect her safety!

Once he became the 'older brother,' he would forever keep his younger sister in his heart, never letting go. The 'younger sister' became increasingly entangled in Yang Jin's heart, and Yang Jin became more and more concerned about Leng Yue. Issues that might have seemed insignificant before now became enormous problems.

Just like the attack on Lengyue Mingyang Mountain, Yang Jin hadn't cared much before, but now he felt guilty. He didn't want to hide it anymore, but he was worried about being disliked!

"I'm sorry, little sister, I'm not a good brother, I..." Yang Jin saw that Leng Yue didn't speak and couldn't help but anxiously want to say something.

“It’s alright,” Leng Yue replied softly.

"I'll... huh?" Yang Jin was a little confused. "You're not angry with your brother anymore?"

“It’s alright. I know your father is a very important person to you. Although I’ve never met them, I admire them greatly. I believe anyone who protects the country and its people is a good person!” Leng Yue didn’t seem to care much. “Besides, I may not have seen many other things in my life, but I’ve certainly seen my fair share of assassinations. That person… didn’t hurt me at all, so don’t worry about it…”

"You...I..." Yang Jin didn't know how to start speaking for a moment. His sister should have grown up pampered and spoiled, but now she had to suffer for someone else. Heaven was truly unfair!

"Go to sleep. You're not going out today. Get some rest, and maybe everything will be alright tomorrow. Things will work themselves out!" Leng Yue said, then yawned softly and pulled the covers up to go to sleep.

A short while later, even breathing could be heard. Yang Jin forced a bitter smile in the darkness. He opened the porcelain bottle, smelled the medicine, and his expression changed.

In silence, Yang Jin finally chose to put away the porcelain bottle, sit up, and meditate.