Chapter 13 13 Where did the token of love come from?
The letter said that in Xiangyun Town, a town north of Taihu Lake, a large number of low-level demons died suddenly, and the cause of death was unknown.
The old antique hadn't violated her privacy; it was she who had gotten ahead of herself. Yan Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me." She moved to Wen Huoran and handed him the letter. "I thought it was a reply from my cousin."
Wen Huoran didn't reach out to take it. He caught a glimpse of the disappointment that flashed across her eyes, and his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The villain didn't respond, and Yan Yi felt uncomfortable. He carefully considered his words and asked softly, "Your Majesty, are you leaving the mansion soon?"
Wen Xuran lowered his eyes, his probing gaze resting on her face, his tone unkind: "Just say what you want to say."
Yan Yi's heart tightened, and he felt something was wrong. He felt that the villain had hated him.
Thinking of the accident that happened in the Ice Continent in the past, Yan Yi hesitated to speak. He wanted to warn him, but was worried that it would be unnecessary and would arouse suspicion from the villain. So he lowered his voice and gave a nonsensical warning: "Your Majesty, be careful on your way there."
Wen Huoran seemed pleased by these words, his brows relaxed. He just thought Yan Yi was reluctant to let him go, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Yan Yi: "Your Majesty, will you personally go to the scene to investigate?"
Wen Huoran hummed, feeling increasingly puzzled. The mortal female doctor's hesitant nature left people in suspense, like a hundred claws tickling their hearts.
"What do you want to say?"
Yan Yi blinked, steeled his resolve, and said bluntly, "Your Majesty, the demons in Xiangyun Town were most likely killed by the invasion of demonic energy."
After hearing this, Wen Huoran couldn't help but feel a little interested in her words. He immediately sat down in the armchair in front of the window, tapped the edge of the table with his knuckles, and asked her to continue. "What's the basis for this?"
Yan Yi: "I saw demonic energy overflowing from the center of Taihu Lake on Fuyu Mountain. It wasn't an illusion. Just in case, Your Majesty - it's best to go and see it yourself."
"I have my own arrangements." After saying that, Wen Huoran stood up, took a step with his long legs, and was about to go out of the house.
Yan Yi suddenly became anxious and quickly chased after him, grabbed his sleeve, and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, are you going back to the house?"
Wen Huoran paused, turned around and looked at her with interest, "Why, do you want me to stay overnight?"
Yan Yi choked and thought to himself, if the day ever comes that I have to stay overnight, I’ll make you cry and beg me on your knees to let you go!
She secretly took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Your Majesty, the crystal pendant has not been returned to me yet!"
Wen Huoran's face darkened. He reached into his bosom and pulled out a pendant. He held it in his palm and examined it for a long moment before saying sternly, "Is it truly a family heirloom, and not a token of love?"
Yan Yi: "..." What the heck is this a token of love? This is standard equipment for completing missions.
"Your Majesty, you are such a joker." She smiled coyly, "I'm not even betrothed yet, so where would I get a token of love?"
Wen Huoran was quite impressed by these words, so he handed the pendant to Yan Yi and said, "Keep it."
When he saw the pendant in the study, he examined it carefully and found nothing unusual, nor was there any demonic energy lingering around it. It was just an ordinary red crystal, of little use.
Yan Yiru felt as if he had been pardoned. He hurriedly took the pendant, grabbed the string and was about to put it around his neck.
Perhaps she was too excited about getting what she had lost back, or perhaps it was because the villain was still right in front of her, so she was already distracted.
His hands were shaking violently. Yan Yi tried several times but failed to tie the string. He was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.
Wen Huoran frowned and couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he walked straight behind her, pinched the thin rope with his thumb and index finger, and skillfully tied it into a bow behind her head.
The cold fingertips touched the delicate skin of the neck intentionally or unintentionally, and Yan Yi felt all the hairs on his body stand up.
I don’t know if it’s because of fear, or if it’s some kind of physiological reaction that all ordinary people have.
"Alright." Wen Huiran's voice came close to his ear, "It's getting late, go to bed early."
Yan Yi nodded stiffly, staring blankly at the villain's figure gradually disappearing into the night.
The touch on my neck was still warm, and my cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
Yan Yi sat down on the armchair next to the desk, and couldn't help but suspect that the last time he was so bold and had teased the villain for some unknown reason, he was retaliated against, and thus he had unspeakable thoughts about his body.
"Meow--"
She was lost in thought when the little fox suddenly ran out of the bedroom, jumped onto the desk, stretched out its paw and gently patted her fingers.
Following the little raccoon's paw, the originally swollen tip of the index finger had already returned to normal. The finger was cool, and the feeling of being completely wrapped by the villain was particularly clear.
Yan Yi suddenly jumped up from the chair, rubbed his head vigorously with both hands, covered his hot cheeks and ran into the inner room to take a cold shower, then he gradually calmed down.
The next morning, Yan Yi took Xiaoli to the medicine warehouse to sort out a new batch of medicinal herbs with the old witch doctor.
Yan Yi: "Master, are these herbs all bought from the herbal medicine shop at the foot of the mountain?"
"A few were picked by me personally from Fuyu Mountain." Bu Shu paused, his gaze fixed on the tabby cat on the windowsill. "This creature, with its two-colored eyes, is quite intelligent."
Yan Yi glanced at the little fox who was squinting his eyes to enjoy the sunshine, with a rather proud look on his face, "It seems that it can understand what I'm saying. I wonder if it will have a chance to change into a human form."
Bu Shu looked back at Yan Yi, thoughtfully saying, "When the opportunity arises, miracles will always happen."
Hearing this, Yan Yi couldn't help but smile. He picked up a large dustpan filled with medicinal herbs from the corner and placed it on the long table. "Master, don't you need to treat the Master's injuries today?"
Without even looking up, Bu Shu muttered, "Last night, Your Excellency set off for Xiangyun Town."
Yan Yi's movements froze. The villain had left her room last night and set off straight away. Didn't he need to rest? Then she thought, a dignified Demon Lord is incomparable to ordinary mortals. He won't die if he doesn't sleep for a night.
After working in the medicine storehouse for the whole morning, Yan Yi was covered in dust and grass debris. The weather was hot during the day, and he was so tired that a layer of fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his cheeks were red and hot.
There was one last basket of unsorted medicinal herbs left in the corner. Yan Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and walked over to pick up the dustpan.
The winnowing basket used to hold the medicinal herbs was originally as big as a man could hug. When it was filled with a full basket of herbs, Yan Yi's vision was blocked, so he had to walk towards the long table based on his intuition.
Yan Yi caught a glimpse of the table leg out of the corner of his eye and hurriedly tried to put the dustpan on the table, but he bumped straight into a solid wall, which seemed to be elastic?
"Xiao Yi, be careful!" Bu Shu reminded.
Yan Yi quickly moved the dustpan away, and a face that couldn't be more familiar came into his sight, "Your Majesty!"
She subconsciously took two steps back, and one of her feet accidentally kicked the chair behind her. She leaned back uncontrollably, and the herbs in the winnowing basket flew all over her.
Wen Huoran quickly reached out to help her, but just as his hand touched Yan Yi's arm, she shook it off with force.
"Your Majesty, I'm fine!" Her tone was dry, with a resistance that could not be ignored.
Wen Huoran's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and she watched Yan Yi fall to the ground with the winnowing basket. The winnowing basket just covered her face, and the scattered herbs covered her body.
"Ouch! It hurts so much!"
The back of her head hit the chair leg, making her dizzy and seeing stars, and she could hardly tell east from west.
Yan Yi tried to move, trying to turn over and get up. However, the opposite happened. She had no support and could not exert any strength.
Bu Shu hurried forward to help her up, but was stopped by Wen Huoran with a look.
A slender and powerful hand grasped Yan Yi's wrist, and with a little force, pulled him up.
"Where did you fall?"
Wen Huoran's voice came from above her head. Yan Yi felt her scalp tingling and her thoughts froze for a moment. She tried to find her voice again, "Your Majesty, I——"
She raised her hand and touched the back of her swollen and painful head, not knowing whether to feel angry or aggrieved.
The villain was so elusive that he made no sound when he walked, causing her to fall and spilling the new herbs all over the floor.
Before he could open his mouth, Bu Shu suddenly leaned over and picked up a red box with gold inlay from the messy pile of medicinal herbs. "What is this?"
Yan Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw the open incense box in the old witch doctor's palm. He almost fainted on the spot.
What Bu Shu was holding in his hand was the calming incense that he had just made.
Recently, the old witch doctor often went in and out of the villain's study to treat his injuries. Yan Yi had no idea where to start, so he had to carry the special calming incense with him and wait for the opportunity to act.
Unexpectedly, before she found a suitable opportunity to act, the tools used in the crime were discovered by professionals in advance.
"Master..." She walked to Bu Shu with her head held high. Suddenly, the pain at the back of her head stopped, and her head was no longer dizzy. She felt clear-headed and her ears and eyes were sharp.
Yan Yi had never been so clear-headed as he was at this moment.
"I mixed this calming incense," she explained half-truthfully. "I haven't been sleeping well lately, waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. So I added a new herb that's milder and won't irritate my nerves."
Bu Shu brought the incense box to his nose and sniffed gently, frowning. "Don't use this too much, it might damage your mind. Where did you get this recipe?"
Yan Yi clenched his fingers tightly, his knuckles turned white and painful, his legs were sore and weak, and he was about to fall.
She racked her brains for a long time before finally uttering a few words: "An ancient medical book."
After saying this, she blinked guiltily, her eyes fixed on Bu Shu, so nervous that she almost couldn't breathe.
The old witch doctor is not as easy to fool as the villain. He is knowledgeable and has studied ancient medical books. He will definitely let him show the medical books he has read, and then his lies will be exposed.
There was no doubt that she would die a horrible death.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Wen Huoran sensed something was amiss. He quickly stepped forward and took the gilded incense box from Bu Shu's hand. He held it in his palm and examined it for a moment before saying in a sinister tone, "This is clearly the calming incense you used on me."
"No." Yan Yi denied flatly, "Your Majesty, these are the spices I kept for my own use. They are different from the box of spices Your Majesty has."
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