When he went to see Wuyou, Wuyou was still lying on the bed, and the servant was applying medicine to him. When he saw the marks on his body, tears fell down his face. He wiped his tears and whispered, "Young master, didn't Lord Huang go too far this time? How can your body withstand such treatment?"

"I'm fine. People like us have short lives. As long as she's happy... I hope she can keep liking me for a while longer. Although it's a bit hard to bear, at least I won't have to take on all sorts of random customers and get all sorts of weird diseases."

"Young master, does Lord Huang truly love you? Why does he never mention wanting to marry you?"

Wuyao picked up a medicine bottle and chuckled softly: "If you like my body, you probably like me too, otherwise why would you find me these miraculous medicines to heal wounds and remove scars... If you don't marry me, it's naturally because you don't like me enough..."

"..."

Han Yun had originally intended to ask Brother Wuyao what love truly meant, but after hearing this, his mind was in turmoil. He couldn't tell whether the General liked him or not. The General had never done anything like that to him, nor had he ever mentioned marrying him. He was also afraid that one day the General would bully him like Lord Huang had.

The scene shifts, and Han Yun seems to have grown up a bit. He's constantly worried that the general will do to him what Lord Huang did to his brother Wu Yao. He's tormented and sad every day, and even his bright little face has dimmed. One day, he finally can't take it anymore. After playing the zither, he asks Xu Xie, "Does the general like me?"

Xu Xie naturally answered that he liked it.

His face turned pale instantly, and after struggling for a long time, he finally said, "General, Brother Wuyao is dead. Yesterday I saw Lord Huang enter Brother Wuyao's room, and at night I was awakened by Brother Wuyao's miserable cries. Today I heard that Brother Wuyao is dead..." Is this really love? If he loves him, why torture Brother Wuyao to death?

Xu Xie's expression changed, and she wanted to hug him, but the boy subconsciously dodged, looking at her in horror.

"How is it, host? I told you the villain's feelings for the original owner aren't romantic. Don't have any mental burdens, just relax and go on to win over the villain," Ru Hua's voice entered her mind.

Bi Xie woke up groggily, feeling that her sleep had been long and disorienting, with countless images constantly shifting, making her dizzy.

"General Xu, you're awake? Come and have something to eat," Lin Jinwei said, standing by the table with steamed buns and porridge. He smiled at her, set out the breakfast, and then brought salt water to Han Yun's bedside to rinse her mouth.

Breakfast was light, and Bi Xie ate absentmindedly, chatting with Ru Hua. "Why did I dream about these things? I didn't see these things in the original owner's memories. Don't give me false information just so I can win over the villains. I still have my morals." So far, the villains she's been flirting with are all Zang, or rather, ghost cultivators.

All things considered, she only slept with one man.

Ru Hua clicked her tongue several times when she heard the word "values": "Host, the memories you received are only the overall plot. What you just dreamed about were the details. I only introduced these fragments into your dream because I saw you looking worried and conflicted about how the villain liked the original owner."

Bi Xie was silent for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You also have the function of importing dreams?"

Ru Hua immediately fell silent, and after a while she said in a very low voice, "Newly developed."

"Oh, the Ghost Cultivator is back?"

Ru Hua: "No, no, nothing..."

"Why are you so nervous?" Bi Xie took a sip of porridge, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. He really couldn't lie.

"Open the door! Open the door! The government is investigating!" Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the corridor, along with what sounded like rough kicking of the door and shouts of alarm.

Bi Xie put down his bowl of porridge, lifted the curtain and went inside. He saw Lin Jinwei turn around with a heavy expression, one hand on his sword hilt and the other looking at the door. "How could they have caught up with us so quickly?" He even found the inn where they were staying.

After a night's sleep, Han Yun's face was still pale, but the flush on his face had completely disappeared, indicating that his fever had subsided. He looked past the guards and at her, but asked nothing. He then looked away and began to dress and get out of bed. He was a little unsteady on his feet, and the guards quickly supported him.

“I didn’t tip them off,” Bi Xie said, frowning as he looked at the two men. “Maybe they’re not here to arrest us. I’ll go out and take a look.” Logically speaking, they had been traveling at breakneck speed. Even if the Empress had already learned of her disappearance, she wouldn’t have been able to notify all the prefectures so quickly. And even if she had, she wouldn’t have been able to find their whereabouts so accurately.

"Guard Lin, stop her!" Han Yun coughed twice urgently, glaring at her hatefully. No wonder she followed him so obediently; she had planned to escape long ago.

Bi Xie frowned at him, knowing he had misunderstood. He probably thought that she was trying to capture him, the little prince of the enemy country, because he had just revealed his identity last night and was now investigating a case with the government.

"Han Yun, trust me this once," Bi Xie said anxiously, looking at him with his brows furrowed as he heard the footsteps searching outside.

The boy pursed his bloodless lips, staring coldly at her, then suddenly coughed and laughed, "Xu Xie, you have moments of fear too?" His chest ached from coughing, but he didn't budge an inch. "Come here," he said, his voice rising a few decibels when she didn't move, "I told you to come here!"

Even if it meant death, he wanted to take her with him.

The footsteps grew closer, and the door to the next room was kicked open. Bi Xie immediately went over, pushed open the window, and said to Lin Jinwei, "Throw the sword onto that roof over there. When the soldiers come in, tell them you're the coachman my wife and I hired. My lover and I eloped out of the city, but he's seriously ill, which is why we've been delayed here..."

Lin Jinwei was stunned, but he knew the situation was urgent and had no choice but to take the gamble as she instructed.

"Everyone inside, step out!" The door was flung open, and several yamen runners in official robes rushed in, the leader holding a portrait.

Lin, the imperial guard, approached with a forced smile, and asked in a flustered manner, "Gentlemen, what's going on?"

The leader glanced at the porridge and steamed buns on the table, clearly not enough for one person, and looked at him suspiciously, asking, "Are you alone in the house?"

"No, I'm just a coachman. I just brought in the food. The masters are still resting..."

"Still not awake after all this commotion? Were you thieves last night?" The head constable interrupted him and walked behind the curtain.

Lin Jinwei's heart jumped, and he hurriedly followed several yamen runners inside.

"Ah!" A hoarse scream suddenly came from the couch.

Lin Jinwei instinctively quickened his pace; it was the young prince's voice.

However, when he went inside and saw the mess on the tatami, he froze. What, what happened?

"Don't be afraid," Bi Xie's expression changed drastically when he saw so many people rushing in. He hurriedly pulled up the blankets to cover the boy's exposed shoulders, stroked his messy hair, and pulled him into his arms to comfort him. He then looked up at the several embarrassed officials and said, "This humble citizen does not know what wrong he has committed. What is the reason for this, gentlemen?"

Clothes and fabrics were scattered all over the bed and floor, the two men's hair was disheveled, and the man's voice was hoarse and indistinct, clearly indicating that the two had done something last night.