The night was very deep.
It is currently autumn in the Great Wei, with a strong and chilly wind blowing through the night.
A group of people escorted a carriage and quietly entered the capital.
Chu Mo gently embraced the sleeping woman in his arms, remaining motionless for a long time, only occasionally stroking her snow-white hair, his face pale and exhausted.
Only when she was asleep could he embrace her without restraint, without fear of her instinctive rejection of him.
"Your Highness, we've arrived." A guard's voice came from outside the carriage.
Chu Mo carefully picked up Jiang Fei, slowly got out of the car and went straight to the bedroom. After stroking her pale face, he got up and walked towards the backyard.
"What about the wandering people?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
The guard hurriedly replied, "He drank quite a bit during the day, but he's sober now."
Chu Mo said nothing more and walked straight to a secluded courtyard in the backyard. Before he even entered, he could smell the aroma of wine.
The sorcerer who planted the Gu poison had no name or surname, only telling people that he was called the Drunkard, and that he loved wine and Gu poison all his life.
Back then, Jiu Dian saved Jiang Rongrong with the Blood Silk Gu and left with several boxes of jewelry. The guard never expected that on the second day after he left, Chu Mo, who had been silent in his study all day, would ride a horse for a day and a night to bring Jiu Dian back. The two talked about something, and afterwards Chu Mo treated him with the utmost respect in the side courtyard.
Chu Mo raised his hand to stop the guards and walked into the courtyard alone.
The drunkard was sitting in the room. When he saw him come, he only glanced at him lightly.
"I agree to what you said before," Chu Mo said, lowering his eyes and getting straight to the point.
The drunkard paused, then looked at him and asked, "Do you know what you'll have to pay?"
Chu Mo laughed: "It's just becoming a medicine person."
The Blood Silk Gu was a toad that Jiu Dian had raised with a small amount of poison by himself for ten years before he could raise just one.
But there is actually another way.
Using human bodies to feed on Gu poison.
The Blood Silk Gu feeds on all kinds of poisons. Simply plant the Blood Silk Gu in the body, and it will consume highly toxic substances every day, triggering the effects of poisons to nourish the Blood Silk Gu.
It only takes forty-nine days for the Blood Silk Gu to be cultivated.
“It’s not just about becoming a drug user,” the drunken man said, looking at him. “Your Highness, let me be clear: the Blood Silk Gu is delicate. Once it enters your flesh and senses your body’s resistance, it will immediately turn on you. Once you start feeding on the Gu, you will never be able to live without Gu medicine for the rest of your life. If you don’t take it for a day, it will feel like a hundred claws are scratching your heart, and you will die in excruciating pain, or even lose your lifespan. If the poison takes effect one day and damages your lungs and internal organs, it is not impossible for you to go blind, deaf, or even become crippled. No matter how painful it is, you must not give up halfway.”
Chu Mo lowered his eyes: "I know."
But he had no other choice.
He couldn't bear to watch Jiang Fei die; that would be more painful than killing him.
He's used so many people and schemed so much throughout his life, but this time, he's truly at his wit's end.
The drunkard looked at him, finally shook his head and sighed: "Since you've made up your mind, then I'll agree. Go back tonight and think it over carefully. If you're still willing tomorrow morning, I'll plant the Blood Silk Gu in you. You don't need to feed the Gu with poison for the first seven days. Only after the Blood Silk Gu has adapted to your body can we continue. Don't worry, these few days won't be too painful."
Chu Mo nodded: "Thank you, Sanren."
After saying that, he turned and left.
When they returned to the bedroom, Jiang Fei was still facing away from him, her snow-white hair falling behind her, which was particularly dazzling in the dim light.
Chu Mo remained silent for a long time before gently climbing onto the bed. He tenderly embraced her from behind, curling up to wrap her in his arms, greedily inhaling her fragrance.
"Feifei..." He murmured her name as if he had been thirsty in the desert for a long time and received a drop of sweet rain.
Hearing his fluctuating level of favorability, Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced down at the large hand encircling her waist, then struggled for a moment, sat up, and cautiously looked at Chu Mo.
The white hair, like the finest white silk, slowly glides through.
Chu Mo glanced at the empty embrace, then sat up and met her gaze: "I know you still have aversion to me."
Jiang Fei was taken aback.
"Seven days," Chu Mo smiled, "Give me seven days, and then I'll give you several months of freedom."
Jiang Fei frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
Chu Mo stepped forward, took her hand, and gently stroked it, warming her cold fingertips: "I only need seven days, is that alright?"
Jiang Fei finally agreed.
Chu Mo was very happy. That night, he held her in his arms and slept the best sleep he had had in a long time.
The next day, when Jiang Fei got up, Chu Mo was not by her side. She did not ask any questions and sat down at the dressing table to comb her hair after washing up.
After an unknown amount of time, her hand, which was holding the wooden comb, was taken away by a large hand.
Jiang Fei turned her head and saw Chu Mo standing behind her, combing her hair gently.
His face was much paler than it had been the night before.
"Since we're not going out today, I'll just style your hair into a simple bun," Chu Mo said softly.
"Mm." Jiang Fei responded casually, watching Chu Mo skillfully tie up her hair, secure it with a hairpin, and then said, "Let's go."
"Huh?" Jiang Fei asked, puzzled. "Where are we going?"
"dining room."
Jiang Fei was stunned, turning her head to look at him incredulously: "Do I have to cook for you personally?"
Chu Mo paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "I'll cook it for you."
The food in the kitchen had already been prepared. Jiang Fei glanced at it and was somewhat surprised. It really was all her favorite food.
Chu Mo was busy but organized, while Jiang Fei occasionally lent a hand.
Only when the food was ready would Chu Mo pick up a piece of food with his chopsticks and bring it to her lips.
Jiang Fei was stunned.
Chu Mo said, "How does it taste?"
He looked exactly the same as when Jiang Fei fed him.
Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment, then took a bite. She had to admit that Chu Mo's cooking was quite delicious.
The next day, they still did not leave the mansion.
Chu Mo sent someone to bring Jiang Fei to his study.
—This study is exactly the same as Jiang Fei's study in the princess's mansion, even the soft couch next to the desk is exactly the same.
Chu Mo wasn't busy; he was just casually flipping through an ancient military strategy book, while Jiang Fei was enjoying her leisure, reading a storybook on the soft couch.
She was only halfway through reading when a sweet pastry touched her lips. She turned her head and saw Chu Mo's smiling eyes.
Jiang Fei understood; it turned out that Chu Mo wanted to revisit their past daily married life with her.
On the third day, Chu Mo's face grew increasingly pale, as if half of his blood had been drained from his body in an instant.
He could feel the blood-veined gu within his body gradually adapting to it and relentlessly devouring his flesh and blood, as if his bones were being forcibly separated from his flesh.
That day, Chu Mo was in the room, quietly drawing Jiang Fei's eyebrows, gently and meticulously, stroke by stroke, very seriously.
Later, they practiced sword dancing, played the zither, and set off fireworks...
He accompanied her through everything.
Just like the countless ordinary couples in this capital city.
On the very last day, early in the morning, Jiang Fei woke up to find a group of maids waiting at the door, holding jeweled hairpins and fine clothes: "This is..."
"The prince said that we should dress up the princess properly today," a maid said.
Jiang Fei was about to press for more information when Chu Mo walked over from the direction of the villa, his face pale and looking much weaker overnight: "What's wrong?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Why am I dressed like this?" Jiang Fei asked, looking at him.
Chu Mo glanced at the valuable items in the maid's hands: "These are for the Princess Consort."
"Feifei, you are now my queen."
Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment, but ultimately allowed the maid to style her hair and change her into gorgeous clothes.
When she came out again, she found that Chu Mo had also changed into a robe that matched her gorgeous clothes. When he saw her, he was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward, took her hand and walked out the door.
They went to the imperial palace of the Great Wei Dynasty and were greeted by the kneeling homage of civil and military officials.
On this day, Chu Mo held her hand without ever letting go.
That evening, they returned to the manor, and Chu Mo held Jiang Fei in his arms, gently rocking her until she fell asleep. Only then did he look down at her and say, "You'll be alright, Fei Fei..."
"I planted the poison in you, so I am sure I can cure it."
"From now on, Feifei, whether you remember or not, we will never be apart."
"Lu Zhi will protect you, and the entire Prince's Mansion will safeguard your safety."
"Feifei..." His voice became hoarse as he spoke.
The seven days have passed, but he still wants to make this night last longer, much longer...
From night to dawn.
When the first rays of sunlight shone through the window into the room in the early morning, Chu Mo's body suddenly trembled.
The Blood Veil Gu is about to activate.
He gently placed Jiang Fei on the bed, gazing intently into her eyes and brows. Then, he leaned down and kissed her white hair, followed by her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally her cool lips. A tear fell onto her cheek.
Chu Mo straightened up, lightly touched his eyes, looked at the tears on his fingertips, and gave a self-deprecating smile.
He never imagined that someone as hypocritical and cold-blooded as himself would shed tears.
A sharp pain shot through his chest and abdomen, and Chu Mo coughed softly as a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his lips.
Chu Mo quickly turned around and headed towards the other courtyard.
On the bed, Jiang Fei slowly opened her eyes and, mimicking his earlier actions, touched the tear that had fallen on her cheek.
Chu Mo's favorability rating rose to 99 the moment that tear fell.
Just a little bit more.
Meanwhile, in a dark room in the villa.
The drunkard, unusually abstaining from alcohol, looked solemnly at Chu Mo, who had been nearly withered by the Blood Silk Gu in just seven days. He took out a silver-red porcelain bottle: "This poison is called 'Traction.' Compared to the Cold Flower Poison, this poison is much more insidious and potent. It is the best poison for raising Blood Silk Gu, but it is extremely harmful..."
"It's alright." Chu Mo interrupted him, looked at the porcelain bottle, took it, and ate it.
The drunkard sighed softly, carefully observing his reaction.
The moment Chu Mo swallowed the "Traction", he felt the Blood Silk Gu in his body suddenly become eerily quiet, and a warm feeling gradually rose in his lungs.
But the warmth didn't stop; instead, it gradually became scorching, burning the internal organs with frenzy.
Chu Mo clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress the excruciating pain, but it was all in vain.
The pain was like a violent storm, sweeping over my entire body in an instant. My limbs trembled, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Every inch of my flesh felt like it was being sliced off bit by bit with a thin blade.
Even the fingertips felt as if someone were stabbing bamboo skewers into the fingernails of all ten fingers, frantically stirring them in the flesh.
Chu Mo collapsed to the ground, his body stiffening and convulsing as he endured the pain that swept over him tenfold or a hundredfold...
The drunkard looked at him and said, "Every day at midnight, the Blood Silk Gu will be cured, and Your Highness will have two hours of peace."
"Your Highness, there are still forty-eight days left."
The pain will last for forty-eight days.
...
The capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.
The Imperial Preceptor's Residence.
Li Duan placed the prepared antidote into the wooden box, glanced at the letter left by Jiang Fei beside him, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
The last ingredient in the letter proved to be very effective.
That day at the city gate, the Imperial Preceptor nearly died from severed meridians, but fortunately he was brought back early, and with the help of the Qilin Gu, his body gradually regained its vitality.
However... these days, let alone leaving the city, even the Imperial Preceptor rarely leaves the gates of his residence.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
Li Duan said, "Disciple, go to the front yard and tell them that the antidote to temporarily put the Qilin Gu into a dormant state has been refined."
Silence fell behind him.
Li Duan was puzzled. He turned his head and was shocked when he saw who it was: "The Imperial Preceptor?"
Although Pei Qing was still dressed in white, he was weak and haggard, with a pale face. Upon hearing this, he merely nodded slightly: "Just now, the master said that the antidote is available?"
Li Duan handed him the wooden box: "The antidote is in this box, but it can only be used once every three months. Otherwise, if the Qilin Gu gets used to the effects of this medicine, it may be impossible to refine it again..."
Pei Qing opened the wooden box, inside which were twenty antidotes.
“The antidote will last for twenty days,” Li Duan explained.
Pei Qing gently stroked the antidote: "If you take it all, how many days will it last?"
Li Duanleng: "Imperial Preceptor?"
"How many days?"
"Over ten days, the medicine will become less and less effective..."
"Mm," Pei Qing responded softly, "Thank you, sir."
After saying that, he turned and walked outside.
Back in his room, Pei Qing placed the antidote on the table, gently stroking the red gauze and hairpins on it. After a long while, he chuckled softly, his voice hoarse.
Jiang Fei had clearly lived in the Imperial Preceptor's residence for so long, yet no trace of her remained in the mansion.
Yes, but it was just the things he gave her that Jiang Rongrong liked.
Only the red veil and pearl hairpin in her hand were left behind in the palace on the day of the banquet.
He picked it up.
My only thought.
However, now... he's finding it hard to hold on any longer.
Pei Qing slowly exhaled and opened his other hand.
It was a brand new human skin/mask.
He just took it from Li Duan.
...
Since that seven-day agreement, Chu Mo has indeed never shown his face again.
Jiang Fei could also guess the reason. Although she could not feel any pain from the Cold Flower Poison, her body was still gradually withering away.
Chu Mo's disappearance must be related to the Blood Silk Gu.
However, she was also happy to be free, as it was a good opportunity to experience the customs and culture of the Great Wei.
However, he found it quite boring to have guards following him every time he went out, so he had a lot of storybooks sent to him and stayed in his room reading them.
Today marks more than forty days since Chu Mo disappeared. Jiang Fei calculated that the Cold Flower Poison would take effect in no more than five days, and Chu Mo should reappear soon.
Just as she was thinking this, she heard a maid outside the door respectfully say, "Greetings, Your Highness."
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to look at the doorway.
The door was slowly pushed open, and Chu Mo stood in the doorway, dressed in a dawn-colored robe. He was tall and slender, with a pale and thin face. He was staring at her intently, and his eyes and brows no longer had much of their dark and sinister look. Instead, they carried a restrained excitement.
Jiang Fei glanced at the top of his head, then turned her gaze to his eyebrows and eyes, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Feifei." Chu Mo stepped forward, his voice slightly hoarse, his steps somewhat hurried.
Jiang Fei just stared at him without saying a word.
Chu Mo's gaze fell on her hair, his fingers trembled slightly, and after a long while he walked up to her, gently stroking her eyebrows and eyes, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse: "Feifei."
Jiang Fei pursed her lips, remaining silent.
Chu Mo's expression froze, his back gradually bent, and his voice was like a murmur: "Feifei, pay attention to me."
I miss you so much.
Jiang Fei's eyes suddenly reddened, and she stared straight at him before abruptly stepping forward and embracing him.
Chu Mo paused for a moment, then quickly pulled her into his arms even tighter.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Fei spoke, her voice heavy and muffled: "You've left me here all this time."
Chu Mo's throat tightened: "I'm sorry."
“They won’t let me do anything,” Jiang Fei pouted. “I’m so bored.”
"I'll do whatever you want."
"Really?" Jiang Fei straightened up from his embrace. "I haven't gone out in a long time."
Chu Mo looked at her: "Shall I take you out?"
Jiang Fei nodded vigorously.
In the capital of the Great Wei, a gentle autumn wind was blowing.
The street vendors on both sides were shouting and making a lot of noise, and the official road was bustling with traffic.
Jiang Fei, her white hair draped in red gauze, kept looking around at the scenery. Chu Mo kept staring at her, as if trying to imprint her in his mind.
Suddenly, the sound of a child crying came from the side.
Jiang Fei turned her head and saw a seven or eight-year-old child standing under an old locust tree, wiping away tears.
A paper kite was caught on a branch of the old locust tree.
Jiang Fei couldn't help but look at Chu Mo.
Chu Mo's gaze was somewhat dazed as he looked at the kite, but he quickly regained his senses, met her gaze, and smiled slightly: "Okay."
After saying that, he leaped up the locust tree and came down holding a kite.
The child stopped crying and started laughing, then ran off with the kite in his hand.
Jiang Fei watched the child's retreating figure and suddenly reached out to grab Chu Mo's hand: "Let's go fly kites too."
Chu Mo's fingers trembled slightly. Looking into her bright eyes, he nodded gently: "Okay."
The kite was bought randomly at a shop in a nearby open space, where a few children were laughing and playing in the distance.
Just as Jiang Fei was about to fly the kite, Chu Mo took it from her, saying, "You're not feeling well, I'll do it."
Jiang Fei looked at him and nodded in agreement.
In a short while, Chu Mo launched the kite, and the swallowtail-shaped kite flew in the wind.
Jiang Fei looked dazed for a moment: "Finally, we succeeded."
Chu Mo was stunned for a moment, his hand holding the silk thread trembled, and the kite in the air also swayed.
After a long silence, he murmured, "Yes."
We finally succeeded.
Jiang Fei turned to look at Chu Mo, who was still staring blankly at the kite above his head, his eyes empty. His red clothes fluttered in the wind, yet he exuded a cold and aloof aura.
She glanced to the side, then picked up a withered willow branch from the ground: "Chu Mo!"
Chu Mo turned his head, and in the next instant, he saw a red shadow flash before his eyes. Jiang Fei, holding a willow branch, attacked him.
He instinctively turned aside to avoid it, his hand already grasping the willow branch, before he froze.
Jiang Fei snorted: "If the willow branch had been replaced by a horsewhip today, I certainly wouldn't have been caught by you so easily."
Chu Mo was still staring at the willow branch he was clutching, his fist trembling slightly uncontrollably. "I'll teach you." "Hmm?"
Chu Mo glanced at the kite, then slowly released the string, letting it fly away with the wind.
He looked at Jiang Fei and said, "I'll teach you."
As he spoke, he returned the willow branch to Jiang Fei, then moved behind her as if practicing martial arts, gently taking her hand and teaching her each move with exceptional seriousness.
It was already late when they returned to the Prince's Palace.
Jiang Fei and Chu Mo had a sumptuous dinner in their room.
Chu Mo himself barely ate anything, but kept putting food on Jiang Fei's plate, all of which were her favorite dishes.
After dinner, Chu Mo did not leave.
Jiang Fei sat behind the wide-open window, looking at the starry sky above, as if she were about to be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Chu Mo stared at her slender back, a sudden panic gripping his heart. He called out, "Feifei."
Jiang Fei turned his head, puzzled.
Chu Mo didn't say anything, but simply stepped forward and embraced her.
The two remained silent, enjoying the night view together.
Two knocks sounded on the door.
Chu Mo's body stiffened.
Jiang Fei stood up from his embrace and opened the door.
Outside the door was Chu Mo's bodyguard: "Your Highness, the Prince requests that you visit the villa tomorrow night."
Jiang Fei nodded calmly: "Alright, tell your prince I understand."
Inside the room, the man's eyes widened in shock, his fingertips turned icy cold, and he clenched his fists as he looked at Jiang Fei, who had already closed the door and returned.
She was also looking at him: "Pei Qing, have you finished acting?"
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