Mo Shisheng caught a cold after that night, developed a fever, and felt burning hot all over.
Cold sweat kept pouring out, and I was in a daze, barely able to keep my mind clear.
Ming Beiya was at a loss. He invited many mysterious doctors, but they could not lower her body temperature no matter what they did.
Ultimately, Feng Yi went to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion to offer treatment to Mo Shisheng. At this point, Ming Beiya had no choice but to let him treat Mo Shisheng instead.
A screen was placed in front of the bed, dividing the sleeping quarters into two spaces. Feng Yi stood in front of the bed, holding a familiar flower in his hand, a half-smile playing on his lips, and brought the petals to Mo Shisheng's nose.
The delicate fragrance instantly filled her sense of smell and took over her senses.
With her head spinning and her thoughts hazy, a scene suddenly flashed through Mo Shisheng's mind.
That was a place filled with the smoke of battle, where mythical beasts and humans clashed together.
"Bei Ya..."
A soft murmur seemed to whisper in her ear, "Beiya, you are the embodiment of good and evil; one thought can make you a Buddha, another a demon..."
Upon hearing that gentle voice, Mo Shisheng unconsciously uttered those two long-forgotten words, "Mother..."
Ming Beiya was standing on the other side of the screen. After hearing Mo Shisheng's voice, he immediately walked to the bedside. After seeing the red spider lily in Feng Yi's hand, his dark eyes darkened.
Seeing this, Feng Yi slowly put the red spider lily in his sleeve, stood up and walked to Ming Beiya's side, "Your Highness, I am looking forward to the day when she fully awakens."
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya pursed his crimson lips and remained silent, his gaze falling on the girl on the bed, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Feng Yi chuckled softly, "She died at your hands a thousand years ago, her soul scattered. Now she has returned, and you've fallen in love with her. This is fate."
Suddenly, Ming Beiya reached out and grabbed Feng Yi's collar tightly, coldly saying, "Get out!"
He used absolutely no mercy; Feng Yi swayed, and his arrogant and wicked eyes were filled with an overflowing smile—the smile of a victor.
Feng Yi laughed loudly as he left the Imperial Preceptor's residence, and his arrogant laughter could still be heard not far from where he had gone.
As soon as Feng Yi left, Ming Beiya walked to the bedside and sat down. His gaze fell on the bright red tear mole at the corner of Mo Shisheng's eye, and there was a faint unease in his eyes.
In fact, Ming Beiya had considered this possibility, but he never knew that good and evil could coexist in one person.
The man's long, slender, and fair hand gently caressed the girl's delicate face. Her left eye had a bewitching quality, while her right eye possessed the purest divine essence.
She is both the host of the Demon Eye and the next generation's successor to the Goddess. Gods and demons cannot be together. Even though she is the host of the Demon Eye, her identity as a goddess cannot be altered.
Mo Shisheng slowly opened her eyes, her clear eyes seemingly filled with a spring of water, and gazed straight into the depths of the man's dark eyes.
"What’s wrong with you"
The girl's voice was hoarse and extremely soft.
Seemingly surprised that she woke up so quickly, Ming Beiya composed himself, a faint smile playing on his lips, and reached out to pull the girl's weak body into his arms. "You're awake."
"I had a dream."
Mo Shisheng was still a little dizzy, leaning lazily against Ming Beiya's chest, and said softly, "The smoke of gunpowder is everywhere, but I can't see a single person..."
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