Ji Linyuan was out for a day, but he did find Cui Bai Lou.

He lay low on the roof, watching helplessly as the owner of Cuibai Tower took a thumb ring from a man in blue and hid it in his sleeve.

He wanted to take it, but there were guards all around. Ji Linyuan went out to fight while masked, but he failed and was instead stabbed in the waist with a dart.

When he returned to the mansion, his hands were covered in blood.

However, he still burned his face mask and took a detour before returning to his house to bandage it.

He recognized the pattern on the dart; it came from the Miao royal family. The matter of the thumb ring must involve internal strife within the Miao royal family. He couldn't be caught; he couldn't cause trouble for the young master because of himself.

Does it hurt? It's supposed to hurt! The little wolf cub gritted his teeth and comforted himself: The feeling of having your country destroyed, your family ruined, and the whole world chasing after you is never pleasant.

Then remember this pain. When we get back, we'll bite them until they're covered in blood and wish they were dead!

After bandaging his wound, Ji Linyuan's forehead was covered in sweat. He finally caught his breath when he heard Xiao Zheng's voice outside: "Xiao Yuan, the young master is calling you for dinner. He seems quite angry that you're gone."

Hearing this, Ji Linyuan's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. It hurt so much! The dart seemed to be poisoned, and bandaging it didn't help.

It would be so impolite to faint at the dinner table.

Thinking this, he still came to Si Jin's palace, his lips slightly purple: "This subordinate has left without permission, please punish me, young master."

"Hmm." Si Jing dismissed those around him and stared intently at the boy's muscular waist. "Since you know you're wrong, take off your clothes."

Ji Linyuan took a step back warily: "Young Master, I..."

"Take it off!!"

The single word, laced with anger and carrying a hint of seasoned threat, sent a chill down the spine of the wary wolf cub.

Ji Linyuan had no choice but to lower his hand and slowly, very slowly, unbutton his outer robe, revealing that his inner garment was stained with blood.

"Sit there."

After running for his life for more than a month, Ji Linyuan had pushed himself too hard and no longer had the energy to deal with Si Jin.

She obediently walked over, her eyes conveying a sense of helplessness, as if she were at the mercy of the other party.

A moment later, Si Jin tore open the robe at the waist, revealing a wound seeping black blood.

Si Jin paused, then picked up a pair of silver scissors, heated them over a candle, and cut the bandages for him.

Should we treat his wounds? But he's already bandaged up; he should drink some detoxifying medicine...

Ji Linyuan was in great pain from his wound, and his mind was foggy. He was also feeling drowsy from the warmth of the indoor heating.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, I suddenly felt warm, soft lips cover my wound. It was so warm... it felt unreal.

Ji Linyuan looked down and saw the arrogant young master bowing his head, disregarding his status, to suck the poison from his wound.

"No...Young Master..."

He wanted to say that this was against the rules.

He wanted to reach out and push away the only person in front of him who cared about him, but his outstretched hand had no strength.

He couldn't bear it; he was too tired. A moment later, two tears fell onto Si Jin's neck.

He didn't want to ask Si Jin why she helped him; he just wanted someone to lean on. Even if it meant certain death, it would be worth it.

After spitting out the last mouthful of black blood, Si Jin rinsed his mouth with wine and ordered, "Bring me the antidote!"

After drinking the medicine, Ji Linyuan felt a little better: "Young Master, why is this?"

At this moment, the wine in the bronze cup of the young master of the Gu King was already empty. Even those who cannot drink alcohol would become slightly drunk if they used the wine to rinse their mouths.

Si Jin's eyes were red. She sat back down on the edge of the couch, put one hand on Ji Linyuan's shoulder, and even her breath seemed to bewitch him: "What do you think?"

"If you guessed correctly, I will tell you all my wicked intentions."