"You do!" Chu Huaixu shook off his hand, his gaze resolute. "Song Ting, I hate you more than ever before, more than every single day of the past five years!"
Chu Huaixu's questioning was too heavy for Song Ting to bear. His lips moved slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice, but it was all incoherent.
A hint of despair and helplessness even flashed across his face.
"I hate you..." Chu Huaixu threw himself on him, pounding his chest heavily, sobbing uncontrollably, "I really hate you, Song Qingxiang, how could you lie to me like this... how could you lie to me!"
The pounding became lighter and lighter until it turned into a sob. He held Song Ting in his arms, his tears falling on Song Ting's heart with a roar, making Song Ting hate herself too.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I was wrong, it was my fault..."
His arms, which were holding Chu Huaixu, trembled violently. He could only try to soothe the person in his arms who was completely on the verge of collapse with kisses, and also to hide his own equally broken emotions.
Chu Huaixu was still angry and wouldn't let anyone touch him, but Song Ting ignored him and held him in her arms, cupping the back of his head with one hand and kissing him fiercely.
In that instant, Chu Huaixu recalled the scene of himself constantly turning over those corpses in the mountains, and he clearly felt his heart clench.
A feeling of helplessness, a mixture of pain and despair, swept over him, like a quagmire, pulling him down heavily.
He almost stabbed this person to death with his own hands.
And those boulders rolling down.
That poisoned sword tassel...
Every meticulously planned conspiracy or accident could lead to his lifelong regret.
Song Ting deceived him and kept it from him, but he did not lie to the other party. If Song Ting really died on Longyin Mountain this time, in the pile of rocks, and if he accidentally learned the truth a year, two years or five years later, he might really go crazy.
He simply couldn't bear the truth.
Even if Song Ting would definitely do everything in his power to keep him alive.
Song Ting heard everything he said on the night of the Cold Clothes Festival when he was burning paper money for his father, but Chu Huaixu was unsure of his original intentions.
Perhaps in Song Ting's original plan, once everything had settled down, he would tell him the truth about what happened five years ago, or perhaps he wouldn't.
But after hearing Chu Huaixu's words that night, he refused to say another word and wanted to keep it from him forever.
He was afraid he really would die.
How ridiculous!
Thinking of this, Chu Huaixu felt even more hatred and resentment. He fiercely returned the kiss, biting Song Ting's lips hard and gripping his waist.
"Song Ting, you did this on purpose, you just wanted to torture me... I really hate it..."
His internal organs were covered in blood, and he was in excruciating pain. A sticky, metallic taste of blood welled up in his throat. Instinctively, he pushed Song Ting away, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, his vision suddenly going black—
"Song Ting, I truly hate you..."
...
"He was so angry that he was in a fit of rage. He'll be fine once he wakes up. The most dangerous thing is the poison in his body. If there's no antidote, he probably won't survive the winter."
Yan Qingshan was always outspoken and didn't care at all how heavy a blow his words had been to Song Ting.
He glanced at Commander Song's face, which was a mixture of redness and blueness, with a sarcastic tone:
"And what about the poison and injuries on your body? Do you need them treated?"
Song Ting shifted his gaze from Chu Huaixu's face and said in a deep voice, "No need. But Divine Doctor," he raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qingshan with a very serious expression, "please take good care of Huaixu's matter. I will find a way to get the antidote."
"Of course. Since I owe you a favor, I will definitely repay it. Then we will be even."
Yan Qingshan was referring to the fire on Lao Jun Mountain years ago. Over the years, he had always considered Song Ting the murderer, which was why he had suffered such humiliation on Lao Jun Mountain.
At the time, Song Ting was unwilling to admit that he was the one who did it, and Yan Qingshan still refused to believe it, thinking that he was deceiving him and that he dared to do it but not to admit it. However, after being escorted to Chang'an by the secret guards, he used Song Ting's influence to investigate the truth of what happened back then.
The truth was finally revealed a few days ago. The person who killed his junior brother was not Song Ting, but someone from the Medicine Sect, another junior brother of his.
Both he and his opponent were once hailed as once-in-a-century geniuses, but Yan Qingshan always held a slight edge over his junior brother. When others talked about the two of them, they would always shake their heads with a smile and sigh, "Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?"
No one is content to always be subordinate to others, especially since that junior brother was an outstanding individual, inevitably proud and arrogant. Over time, the other party turned the sighs of others into jealousy of Yan Qingshan, and harbored resentment towards him.
Even though Yan Qingshan had left the Medicine Sect, the other party still refused to let him go.
Yan Qingshan borrowed Commander Song's men, broke into the Medicine Sect, captured the man alive, took him to Lao Jun Mountain, and in front of his junior brother's grave, sliced him to death.
Now that his long-standing grudge has been avenged, Yan Qingshan only wants to repay the favor owed to the man surnamed Song, and then return to Lao Jun Mountain to be with his junior brother. He has been gone for too long; his junior brother will surely miss him.
"The incomplete book that the old man surnamed Wang sent is still somewhat useful; perhaps I can figure out the antidote first."
Song Ting nodded: "That would be best. Thank you for your trouble."
Yan Qingshan flicked his sleeve: "I really can't stand your sour talk. My junior brother used to be like that too, so at first I just couldn't stand him, but later..."
Later, however, he fell deeply in love and could not forget her.
He shoved a black pill into Song Ting's hand: "I'm leaving, but you'd better put some medicine on, otherwise I'm afraid that guy surnamed Chu will wake up and faint again when he sees your face."
Song Ting: "..."
Chu Huaixu woke up an hour later and opened his eyes to see a face swollen like a pig's head. He was still a little groggy and couldn't immediately recognize who this person was, so he was startled.
As her vision cleared, she slowly began to recall everything that had happened before she lost consciousness.
The dignified Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, second only to the emperor, was beaten into a pig's head by him.
But did he hit that hard?
Chu Huaixu's feelings were somewhat complicated.
"How are you feeling?" Song Ting held his hand, acting as if nothing was wrong, and asked him calmly, "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"
"I really admire him; no wonder I was able to fool him for so long," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.
"Thirsty." Having fainted twice in a short period of time and experienced great grief, Chu Huaixu had no strength at all. When Song Ting helped him sit up, his hands and feet were weak and he almost couldn't sit up.
Afraid that he would fall, Song Ting held the teacup in one hand and supported his waist with the other.
"Can I drink it by myself?" Song Ting asked cautiously.
It really looked like a dog that wasn't favored by its master, boldly sidling up to its master's feet and secretly rubbing its head against the master's leg, but afraid of upsetting its master, so it moved very gently and carefully.
They look so pitiful.
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