Closing a memorial, Helian looked up and saw Wenren Yu still sitting below him. His brows furrowed slightly. "Why are you still here?"

Wenren Yu: "..."

Suppressing his pent-up frustration, he put away his fan, stood up, shook his wide robe, and bowed respectfully to Helian Nie.

"Your subject takes his leave."

Helian Nie simply waved his hand dismissively, then stopped looking at Wenren Yu, continuing until he left the imperial study.

Wenren Yu's smile, as if painted on a canvas, softened slightly. She turned her head to look at Chang Ying, who was guarding the door of the Imperial Study.

He closed his eyes, shook his head, and patted Changying on the shoulder. "We're all in the same boat, we're all in the same boat!"

Chang Ying remained motionless, only his tense face twitched slightly. He had heard every word of the conversation in the imperial study.

I felt sympathy for the Prime Minister, but now, according to past practice, I'm afraid the Prime Minister will have something to say again.

As Changying had predicted, the handsome, dashing, and debonair Prime Minister...

Looking up at the cloudless sky, he sighed deeply and began the reflections on life of a prime minister.

"Ah, how I wish someone could see the forced smile behind my face and say to me, 'You'll take the blame for offending the princess, Long Eagle...'"

Wenren Yu turned her head to look at Chang Ying, her face, as beautiful as a painted portrait, filled with expectation and encouragement.

The eagle's tall body remained motionless, only its eyes, tightly closed, silently rejecting the attack.

Wenren Yu: "..."

I'm so tired, who can understand the weariness in my heart?

**

Emperor Ying rode swiftly, taking Helian Si out of the palace and back to the Imperial Academy, where he handed the Snow Lotus over to the imperial physician.

The imperial physician carefully took the snow lotus and turned to prepare medicine, while Emperor Ying ordered his guards to take the half-dead assassin into the palace.

To prevent any accidents, Emperor Shadow specially assigned two bodyguards to escort the assassin. Only after everything was arranged did they hide back in the shadows.

As for the students, they returned to the lecture hall, where Nan Rongqing temporarily took over the teaching duties. The students were filled with sorrow.

However, knowing that the old master was rigid and bound by convention, he could only mutter a few complaints in his heart.

…

In the room where Nanrong Jinghua was resting, Helian Si sat beside the soft couch, frowning as he looked at the unconscious Nanrong Jinghua.

When her beautiful peach blossom eyes fell upon the long, silvery-white silk covering Nan Rong Jinghua, a voice inside her screamed, "Tear it off! Tear it off!"

As if possessed, he raised his hand and slowly reached towards the long, silvery-white silk ribbon on the deity's face...

“Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng…”

Suddenly, his hand was grasped, and Nan Rong Jinghua's soft voice sounded in his ear. Helian Si's heart trembled, and he lowered his eyes.

Only then did he realize that Mao Ronglinhua was not awake; he had merely been talking in his sleep. He tried to pull his hand away.

But he found that Nan Rong Jinghua was holding him very tightly, and he could not break free at all. If it weren't for the Nightmare Poison, Helian Si would have thought that the handsome teacher was doing it on purpose.

Unable to break free, Helian Si simply gave up struggling, letting Nanrong Jinghua hold him, his gaze returning to Nanrong Jinghua's sleeping face.

"Ah Sheng?"

Who exactly is Ah Sheng, the one the Master spoke of? She remembered the Master answering her that Ah Sheng was herself, but she didn't recall ever having such a nickname.

However, Ah Sheng is alive, and Helian Si is dead?

Helian Si felt goosebumps rise involuntarily on his arms. So what was this all about? One was heading towards life, the other towards death?

Tsk, I guess I'm overthinking it. What's with all the talk about dying? I'm alive and well.