Xiao Yi wasn't sure either. "If the messenger explained the key point, he'll probably eat it after the Imperial Hospital staff determined it wasn't poisonous. He's a married man now; if he wants to die, he'll have to ask Mu Zhi's opinion."

Yun Qingluo's eyes lit up. "That's right. I heard from Achen that Xuanming doesn't seem to dislike Muzhi. Maybe he really will have a strong will to survive for love. Xiao Yi, you're quite clever."

Xiao Yi said irritably, "Please, I'm a high-tech, upgraded version of the new era. Do you think I'm the same as you?"

Yun Qingluo retorted, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?"

"I didn't say anything was wrong with you, so don't take it personally."

"Hehehe, then tell me, what does it mean to be the same as me?" Yun Qingluo put down the small weight in her hand.

Xiao Yi walked to the drawer to take out some medicinal herbs, saying, "Of course you look capable, very capable, you're amazing."

“Of course I can, otherwise how could I become your host? Right? The kind that will stay with you through three lifetimes, you know.” Yun Qingluo suddenly laughed.

Xiao Yi shuddered, goosebumps rising on her skin. "Ugh, you're really disgusting."

"I'm just telling the truth, okay?" Yun Qingluo snorted.

Outside the window, Mo Beichen heard the two arguing and went back inside.

He originally wanted to find Yun Qingluo to go out and rest, but seeing the two of them bickering in a relaxed manner, he quietly walked away.

So this is what she's truly relaxed like; it seems she's still a bit reserved in front of me.