How could Yan Hui dare to respond to this?
He still wants the head on his neck.
So, he just quietly raised his eyelids and glanced at Jun Moyi, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and wisely chose to shut up.
He is not as outspoken as Mr. Shang.
After all, Mr. Shang is the master's master, who is he?
Yan Hui still has this little bit of self-awareness.
So he lowered his head, pretending to be a piece of wood, and had no intention of responding at all.
However, Shang Zhou just said it casually and did not intend to let Yan Hui give a detailed answer.
Therefore, he did not feel disappointed when he did not hear Yan Hui's response, and still looked at Jun Moyi with a meaningful look.
Jun Moyi felt uncomfortable with his strange gaze and couldn't help but move his body.
"Master, why are you looking at me like that?"
Shang Zhou didn't hide anything. He chuckled and said, "Before, the old man just casually said that your love star might be moving. I didn't expect that you actually meant it."
Jun Moyi curled his lips, "Master, don't you understand me? When have I ever told you a lie?"
Although Jun Moyi loves to act, it depends on the person. Shang Zhou thought about it carefully and it seemed that he had never acted in front of him.
I always say what I think.
Thinking of this, Shang Zhou straightened his face for once, "Even if it means sacrificing my life?"
Shang Zhou spoke seriously, however, to Jun Moyi, these words sounded like asking him what he wanted to eat for lunch, and did not arouse his serious interest at all.
"Am I not already prepared to sacrifice my life?"
He put the poison on himself, intending to exchange his life for Sang Liwan's.
After all, no one knows if there is an antidote to this poison.
He sent people to ambush the queen for so long, but he still couldn't find out whether the poisonous queen had the antidote.
All Shang Zhou can do now is to suppress the poison for him.
Now, although Jun Moyi's appearance showed no signs of illness, his body had already been soaked in the poison.
Vomiting blood today further illustrates this point.
So, after hearing what he said, Shang Zhou also fell silent.
He didn't realize that Jun Moyi, who seemed cold-hearted and indifferent to everything, was actually a romantic man.
He was now a little curious about what kind of medicine that girl Sang Liwan had given Jun Moyi that allowed her to hold that icicle-like man so tightly.
He really wanted to learn.
Perhaps it was because he was used to hearing Sang Liwan's inner thoughts, but now, whenever Jun Moyi saw someone staring at him thoughtfully, he would think that the other person was thinking about something strange.
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
Jun Moyi's cold voice brought Shang Zhou back to his senses suddenly, and he quickly shook his head.
"Nothing." After saying that, he looked at Jun Moyi deeply again, then sighed heavily, "Forget it, I'll prescribe some medicine for you first."
At this point, he paused, "However, I have to make it clear to you in advance. You'd better tell your princess clearly as soon as possible, otherwise if she is suddenly scared one day, I will not keep it a secret for you."
Jun Moyi's heart tightened, "Master, what do you mean by this?"
Hearing this, Shang Zhou snorted coldly: "Do you really think you can hide it for long? You've already vomited blood. This is your body warning you that it will only become more frequent in the future."
Jun Moyi remained silent.
Shang Zhou, on the other hand, looked very interested.
He looked at Jun Moyi's silent profile, then stroked his already gray beard.
"Tsk tsk, let me guess, you're not trying to distance yourself from your princess to hide the fact that you've been poisoned, are you?"
After hearing Shang Zhou's words, Jun Moyi did not say anything.
Instead, Yan Hui looked at Jun Moyi with a look of surprise and doubt, as if to confirm the truthfulness of Shang Zhou's words.
"Your Majesty?"
Jun Moyi still didn't look up.
He was silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence: "Master, please try to keep it secret for me."
On the way back, Yan Hui felt a little worried and said, "Master, you must not do anything stupid."
Jun Moyi's face didn't show any special expression. He just turned his head and asked him quietly, "What's the stupid thing?"
Yan Hui had been following Jun Moyi for a long time and knew very well that he should stop talking at this moment.
But at this moment, the words were already on the tip of his tongue. If he didn't say it, he would feel uneasy. He took a deep breath.
"Master, if you alienate the princess because of this matter, I'm afraid it will end badly in the future."
Jun Moyi naturally understood the meaning of Yan Hui's words.
He glanced at Yan Hui with a half-smile, "You are loyal to the princess."
Hearing Jun Moyi say this, Yan Hui quickly restrained his brows.
He lowered his head and did not make any excuses, only saying: "Master knows what I mean."
Hearing this, Jun Moyi looked at him steadily.
His gaze was cold, causing Yan Hui to break out in a cold sweat.
After a long time, he heard Jun Moyi suddenly chuckle.
Jun Moyi gently stroked the jade pendant on his waist and said in a clear voice, "This king does understand you, but you don't seem to understand this king very well."
Yan Hui was stunned.
"What do you mean, my lord?"
"Am I the kind of person who would push his things outwards?"
In Jun Moyi's eyes, since he has already decided on Sang Liwan, Sang Liwan is his no matter what. It is a dream for him to push Sang Liwan out personally.
No, not even in my dreams.
Even if Shang Zhou said that he would not live long, he would still give it a try.
Losing without fighting has never been Jun Moyi's style.
Yan Hui was stunned by Jun Moyi's words and didn't notice at all that Sang Liwan was hurrying over with Qingshui.
Jun Moyi sat in the wheelchair as still as a mountain.
"Wanwan, are you missing me?"
Hearing his frivolous words, Sang Liwan blushed, but still walked up to him and raised her leg to kick the wheel of Jun Moyi's wheelchair.
"Why, is our prince having fun pretending to be lame?"
Jun Moyi smiled and lowered his head. He didn't say much. He just used one hand to pull Sang Liwan into his arms.
By the time Sang Liwan reacted, she was already sitting on Jun Moyi's lap.
"you……"
"Can't Wanwan experience the fun of this?"
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