Yuan Yao's eyes widened.
Yun Chan...is afraid of ghosts?
"Pfft..." She couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Yun Chan braced herself on the desk with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, barely managing to steady herself, but then coughed so hard it was heart-wrenching.
Upon closer inspection, Yuan Yao noticed that Yun Chan's sleeves were stained with tiny red spots...
That's...blood!
"Yun Chan!" Yuan Yao panicked immediately.
She toddled quickly to Yun Chan on her short legs and reached out to tug at his sleeve: "Let me see!"
Yun Chan gently shook her head: "Don't...don't touch me."
"Do you think I want to touch you?" Yuan Yao asked, both anxious and angry. "Are you so afraid of me touching you? Is your disease contagious?"
Yun Chan's forehead and nose were sweating. He paused for a moment, then coughed a few more times.
After he finished, he lifted his sleeve and glanced at it.
Blood, red tinged with a hint of black...
After he finished coughing, he felt much better and said, "It's not contagious..."
Yuan Yao knew, of course, that the disease was not contagious.
Otherwise, would Yun Chan still appear in Daqi and at the National Academy?
He'll probably be thrown back before he even sets foot on the border of the Great Qi Kingdom.
The Ninth Prince isn't stupid; why would he let a "biological weapon" into the Great Qi?
Thinking it over, Yuan Yao reached out and helped Yun Chan sit down.
Yun Chan was breathing heavily, her heart was beating very fast, and she looked as if she might collapse and die at any moment.
He caught his breath for a while before saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "I've never been sick..."
Never been sick?
What does this mean?
Yuan Yao's small face showed great surprise: "Could it be that you've been poisoned?"
Yun Chan glanced at her briefly: "Yes."
Yuan Yao asked again, "Can't this poison be cured?"
Seeing how sickly Yun Chan looks all day, she must be feeling terrible.
What kind of poison is this? It's terrifying!
With trembling hands, Yun Chan pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the blood from her lips before struggling to say, "The poison can be cured, but I cannot cure it."
Yuan Yao: "???"
She doesn't understand.
She asked in her childish voice, "This poison is tormenting you so much, yet you keep it. Aren't you just torturing yourself?"
“You’re still young, you don’t understand,” Yun Chan replied.
Yuan Yao: "..."
She squatted down at Yun Chan's feet, looked up at him, and said, "Yun Chan, poison may seem deadly, but it's your way of saving your life, right?"
“You…” Yun Chan frowned slightly: “How could you…”
How could she have known?
Yuan Yao blinked and said in a childish voice, "I guessed it! I'm very smart! I'm a little genius!"
Hearing this, Yun Chan breathed a sigh of relief.
His chest heaved slightly as he weakly said, "You are not allowed to speak ill of what happened today, or I will take your life..."
He took several gulps to vomit it all out in one breath.
His skin was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He was threatening people, but it sounded so pitiful.
Yuan Yao looked at him seriously: "Little fuss, if the poison can be cured, then let it be cured. This is the Great Qi Kingdom, not the Chu Kingdom."
In the State of Chu, he needed poison to survive, but in the State of Qi, he didn't need to!
In Daqi, no one would want his life.
Furthermore...
Yuan Yao blinked, her little voice sly: "Poison is very harmful to the body. You are still young, so you may not know how dangerous it is. When you grow up, you will know how powerful it is."
For some reason, a blush inexplicably appeared on Yun Chan's originally pale face.
Yuan Yao: "?"
She stood up and flicked non-existent dust off her skirt with her short hands: "Let me tell you, if I were you, I would have stopped drinking any poison a long time ago!"
I pretend to be sick and listless in public, but practice martial arts and swordsmanship in private!
"A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. You should think it over carefully!"
He feigns illness and weakness in public, but practices martial arts and swordsmanship in private.
Yun Chan lowered her eyes and glanced at the veins on her palm that were stained red with blood.
He had never forgotten what Yuan Yao said.
However, his body, constantly afflicted with poison, was too weak; he was powerless to resist each time he was forced to take the medicine…
Her eyes dimmed for only a moment, then Yun Chan looked up, her gaze clear and firm: "Yuan Yao, write it down from memory."
What's meant to happen, you can't escape.
Yuan Yao, dejected, returned to her desk, laid out paper, and ground ink...
Midway through, the patrolling guards came by once.
Yuan Yao asked him to pass on a message, and then continued to bury herself in copying her poem "Jianjia" from memory.
Enduring hunger, Yuan Yao stayed for nearly two extra hours before finally finishing writing the two poems.
Yun Chan covered her lips, checked it once, and said to her, "There are a few typos."
"ah……"
Yuan Yao immediately looked just like a wilted eggplant.
I've wasted so much time, and I still haven't passed.
I'm so annoyed!
Looking at the sky outside, the sun is about to set...
Yuan Yao glared at Yun Chan angrily: "I'm not writing anymore!"
She really hates writing traditional Chinese characters!
Yun Chan looked up at the outside, then looked down at the poem on the Xuan paper.
The handwriting is childish, even a bit crooked...
"Alright, you can go now." Yun Chan carefully put away the Xuan paper and placed it under the inkstone on her desk.
"Did I pass?" Yuan Yao's eyes lit up.
Yun Chan remained noncommittal, then stood up and said, "Let's go home."
We can finally go!
Yuan Yao stretched and offered to help Yun Chan: "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm starving!"
At this time of day, she would usually be lounging on a soft chair in Qianhua Palace, enjoying herself to the fullest!
The two left the foreign language academy as the sun was setting.
Two horse-drawn carriages were parked neatly in the square outside the gate of the National Academy.
Yuan Yao hadn't taken more than a few steps when the curtain of her carriage moved slightly, and Tang Yuan's round little body immediately jumped off the carriage and ran towards her.
"Tangyuan!" Yuan Yao bent down and opened her arms.
Tangyuan rushed into her arms, spinning around and nudging her with its head, "Aww..."
The little voice sounded quite aggrieved.
It seemed to be questioning why she was so late in coming out.
Yuan Yao felt ticklish from being nudged, so she imitated Tangyuan, baring her teeth, exhaling, and showing the tiger cub the two little buns on her head: "Little Tangyuan, are you the only one who can nudge people? I can too! Hah..."
She bared her teeth and nudged Tangyuan's little belly with her head.
"Aww..." Tangyuan was so excited that her little voice was babbling.
A man and a tiger chased and played in the sunset, their shadows stretching long.
Ah Qi walked to Yun Chan's side: "Your Highness, stop looking and go back."
Yun Chan withdrew her gaze, her eyes, bathed in the setting sun, tinged with a hint of bloodlust: "Aqi, I have a task for you. You must complete it well for me."
For two days in a row, Yun Chan didn't go to class.
That morning, Yuan Yao went to class and saw a large crowd gathered at the entrance of the Chinese Academy from afar.
A young eunuch cried as he said to the teacher, "My young prince, Yun Chan, is ill, very ill..."
Is Yunchan sick?
Yuan Yao was a little worried and didn't attend classes well all day.
In the afternoon, as soon as school was over, Yuan Yao couldn't wait to return to the palace. She asked Danqing to bring her some food and hurriedly left.
Before she even reached the door, the Ninth Prince stopped her: "Where are you going?"
Yuan Yao felt a little guilty, but still obediently said, "Father, I heard that Yun Chan is very ill, and I want to go see him."
Go see Yun Chan?
The Ninth Prince, with his back to the gate of Qianhua Palace, raised his hand.
Instantly, the tall, heavy palace gates were tightly closed and locked.
Yuan Yao: "???"
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