"Lord Song?" A hoarse voice came from inside the room.
"It's me." Song Ting bowed respectfully before pushing open the door and going in.
Yan Qingshan was feeding a green snake with his own blood. When he saw Song Ting, the snake quickly coiled itself around his wrist, leaving only its flat, triangular head to warily stare at Song Ting, the uninvited guest.
The latter's gaze swept over the snake, as if meeting those dark, beady eyes, and the snake suddenly darted into Yan Qingshan's sleeve, refusing to come out again.
"The Commander is truly a living Yama, even my Green Princess can only hide when she sees him."
Looking across the entire Dayan Dynasty, there is only one princess in the current dynasty, namely Princess Chu Mingshu, who met with an unexpected accident at the Weizhong Palace a little over a month ago.
Yan Qingshan's current practice of referring to a snake as a princess is extremely disrespectful.
However, Song Ting did not hold it against him. Instead, she politely bowed again and said, "I am sorry to bother you, sir. I wonder if you are comfortable staying at my residence?"
Yan Qingshan seemed somewhat unaccustomed to his scholarly demeanor, and after observing him for a moment with a half-smile, said:
"It's just a place to sleep, what's there to be unaccustomed to? My darlings, on the other hand, really like it here."
Song Ting said calmly, "That's good then. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything, sir."
"Alright, alright," Yan Qingshan interrupted him impatiently. "Don't bother with all this fake politeness. We don't have much of a relationship. I helped you save people, and you helped me investigate the truth of what happened back then. That's all."
He bluntly stated, "Even if it turns out that you weren't the one who did what happened back then, it doesn't stop me from disliking you as a person."
Song Ting lowered her brows and remained silent, as if she didn't know what to say.
"Why the long face? Is someone about to die?" Yan Qingshan raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly.
Song Ting's expression changed slightly: "Please be careful with your words, sir."
Judging from his appearance, if he didn't have something to ask of him, he probably would have already drawn his sword, cut off Yan Qingshan's tongue, and torn him to pieces.
Yan Qingshan deliberately said those things because he wanted to see him act like a coward who wanted to kill him but didn't dare.
"Where is he? Take me to see him."
Chu Huaixu's Gu poison has flared up again, and he is currently unconscious.
The poison took effect when they were almost to Chang'an. At that time, Song Ting was riding on horseback, while Chu Huaixu was sitting in the carriage drinking chilled plum juice.
Since Zhang Bingzhi's death, he had been in a good mood, and today was no exception. He hummed a little tune all the way, occasionally making snide remarks to Song Ting.
Seeing him happy made Song Ting happy too, even though he was the one being scolded.
"What are you laughing at?" Chu Huaixu leaned out halfway, giving him a cold look.
Song Ting was happy because he was happy, but he couldn't stand seeing Song Ting happy. This was really unreasonable, yet he was so self-righteous about it.
Song Ting went along with him, patiently letting him ridicule her.
His submissive demeanor bored Chu Huaixu, who stopped talking after a few words and just leaned against the window, staring at Song Ting with a strange look.
The latter felt so uncomfortable that he almost forgot how to ride a horse.
They were walking on a mountain path at that time. Once they crossed the mountain in front of them, they would reach the foot of the imperial city. Wildflowers were blooming profusely in the mountains, and many butterflies were fluttering among the flowers.
As Chu Huaixu stared at Song Ting, a blue butterfly flew from the flowers and landed on his nose.
Huai Xu was stunned by this sudden accident. He turned to stare at the butterfly with a blank expression, which made him look even more childish.
The butterfly seemed to really like him, and it stayed on his nose and wouldn't leave.
Huai Xu was stunned for a while. After he came to his senses, he waved his hand, trying to scare the butterfly away.
But this butterfly was incredibly bold; after fluttering its wings and flying away from Chu Huaixu's face, it landed on his hair.
The butterfly shimmered with silver light in the sunlight, like the finest jewelry adorning a man's hair.
While inwardly marveling at the beauty of the person before her, Song Ting was also insanely jealous of the butterfly.
If he could, he would also like to become a butterfly, fluttering around Huai Xu, lingering all over him, kissing his nose, cheeks, and lips...
If he were a butterfly, Huaixu might not have disliked him for doing these things.
"What kind of look is that, Commander? Do you perhaps want this butterfly too?"
No, Song Tingxiang, I don't want butterflies, I want you.
The carriage jolted, and Chu Huaixu, momentarily losing his balance, leaned back. The butterfly was finally startled and flew away from his hair.
At that moment, Chu Huaixu's expression suddenly changed. The blood on his face seemed to disappear in an instant, but the blood that came out of his mouth was bright red and dazzling, making Song Ting feel as if she had fallen into a vast ice field and her whole body was frozen.
After that, Huaixu remained unconscious and never woke up. The scene of him looking puzzled by the sudden visit of the butterfly was like a dream Song Ting had been having, so beautiful that it made his heart flutter.
"He has been poisoned by a curse."
"It's a broken soul."
Not long ago, Song Ting had learned about this from Wang Guanghe. He originally wanted to ask Huai Xu about it after he woke up, but he was also very clear that given Huai Xu's current attitude towards him, he would not tell the truth.
They might even become more wary of him. Therefore, he ultimately asked nothing, only instructing Wang Guanghe to investigate secretly.
Huai Xu didn't wake up until noon the next day. So much had happened the night before, and the mountain and the valley were in complete chaos. Song Ting was overwhelmed, but she still managed to find time to go and see Huai Xu.
Huaixu was already awake and was leaning against the headboard, drinking porridge. This time, he didn't have anyone with him to serve him, so this arduous task fell to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu, a person who only knows how to wield swords, holds a porcelain spoon, and his arm shakes every time he is fed a spoonful of porridge, which Huai Xu finds extremely distasteful.
Just as Song Ting reached the door, she heard Huai Xu's voice: "Why are you so clumsy? Try looking at that blockhead; he seems a bit smarter than you."
“…” Song Ting’s forehead twitched.
Huai Xu always showed an unusual interest in Qi Zhou. Even though Song Ting knew this was just him deliberately trying to annoy her, she was still somewhat unhappy.
“If all else fails, we can have one of you adults come. He’s used to serving people and he’s very nimble,” Huaixu added.
Song Ting smiled and was pleased.
He pushed open the door and went in. The people inside heard the noise and looked over. All three pairs of eyes stared at each other.
More accurately, Chu Huaixu and Song Ting looked at each other, while Xiao Wu... looked at this one, then at that one, and finally, with great tact, handed the bowl of porridge in his hand to his master.
"Director Wang has already prepared the medicine and instructed that the medicine can only be taken after the porridge is finished."
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