Wuhen was pushing Shang Xiye towards Huinuan Pavilion, walking under the moonlight, and both of them were in a good mood.

Shang Xiye, who was sitting upright in his wheelchair, suddenly covered his face and groaned softly. The sudden, intense pain almost made him fall off the wheelchair.

"Your Highness, what's wrong!" Wuhen stopped and rushed anxiously to Shang Xiye's side.

"Qin Weiyang..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Shang Xiye managed to utter only these three words. Wuhen immediately understood everything. He grabbed Shang Xiye's hand, draped it over his shoulder, and carried Shang Xiye on his back, rushing towards Hui Nuan Pavilion.

This time, without waiting for the maid outside to announce their arrival, Wuhen carried Shang Xiye straight into Ji Fengyao's bedroom.

Ji Fengyao was dozing off on the couch by the window when the cool breeze brought in by Wuhen woke her up. She saw Wuhen glaring at her with slightly red eyes, his back to Shang Xiye, looking angry, restrained, and on the verge of tears.

Behind him, Shang Xiye gripped the mask tightly with one hand, as if trying to press it into his flesh. The edge of the mask was so rough that it left two deep red marks on his face.

"That person has activated the mother Gu!"

Seeing Shang Xiye's appearance, Ji Fengyao instantly understood that the person who had given Shang Xiye the Ghost Face Gu must have activated the mother Gu.

The activation of the mother Gu can be either minor or major; it's also possible that the person only wanted Shang Xiye to experience pain.

It's also possible that person wanted to completely disfigure him;

It's also possible that the person suddenly wanted to kill him!

Ji Fengyao jumped off the bed quickly and, while fetching her needle case, instructed Wuhen: "Quickly, put the prince on the bed! Go to the secret room in the side courtyard and get a bottle of alcohol. Have Lin Shuang prepare warm water and a clean cloth. Apart from Lin Shuang, do not disturb anyone else."

With red eyes, Wuhen left quickly.

Ji Fengyao sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to lift Shang Xiye's mask, but he grabbed her hand: "Your Highness, I feel... my face..."

"Don't worry, no one can ruin your face, I won't allow it!" For the first time, Ji Fengyao's tone revealed a domineering and arrogant air, cold and murderous!

The master's appearance is hers!

If anyone dares to touch him in the slightest, she will make that person wish they were dead!

She was still the same charming and adorable little bandit, but at this moment, the aura she exuded was no less than that of a seasoned veteran, and the most warlike and bloodthirsty kind at that, which made people feel inexplicably cold.

But Shang Xiye suddenly realized that this made him even more fascinated by her.

It was as if some deep-seated stirrings in my soul had been suddenly and violently awakened.

"I trust you to do it," Shang Xiye said, sliding his hand that was holding her wrist forward to grasp her soft little hand. His eyes, filled with pain, were brimming with tears.

Ji Fengyao couldn't forcefully pull her hand away at this moment, so she reached out with her other hand to lift his mask, but he grabbed it again. Helpless, she said, "Your Highness, the situation is urgent. Please stop making a fuss. What does it matter if you look a little unwell now? I promise I can cure you. You don't need to worry!"

"Have you seen it? Will you find it offensive?" Shang Xiye's voice was low and a little timid, like a wounded puppy.

Ji Fengyao found it funny. She was a doctor. What doctor would dislike their patient?

Besides, that's her master's face, how could she possibly dislike it!

"No, be good, let me go, let me heal you," Ji Fengyao said, coaxing him gently with the patience she showed to a patient.

Shang Xiye grabbed her hands and pulled her down onto him, her voice filled with childish grievance and resentment, like a wronged little puppy: "Then prove it to me."