"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qingxue was woken up by him. After sitting up, she found Yun Zhuo staring at his hands.
The pale moonlight shone in through the window, illuminating his long, slender, white fingers with well-proportioned knuckles—they were quite beautiful.
Ye Qingxue grasped his hand: "Is your hand blooming?" That's why you keep looking at it?
Yun Zhuo was stunned. The blood on his hands disappeared in an instant. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and it was still the same. His hands were clean, without a trace of blood or even dirt.
It was as if what he had just felt was merely his imagination.
"It's nothing." Yun Zhuo's voice was hoarse as he turned to look at Ye Qingxue. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, making her face appear fair and her eyes clear and bright as she looked at him with concern.
She was completely different from the person in his dream.
Thinking of the scene in his dream, Yun Zhuo felt his heart clench. He pulled his hand away, turned around, got out of bed, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it.
Then he remembered to ask Ye Qingxue, "Do you want some water?"
"No, you don't look well. Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes, I had a nightmare." It was still early, so Yun Zhuo thought for a moment, then went back to bed, hugged Ye Qingxue, and coaxed her to sleep: "Don't worry about me, it's just a nightmare, it'll be fine in a bit."
Ye Qingxue hummed in agreement, grabbed the collar of his nightgown, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.
Yun Zhuo heard her breathing gradually become even and long, and guessed that she must have fallen asleep. He also wanted to fall asleep again, but when he closed his eyes, all he could see were the bloody scenes from his nightmares, and he couldn't calm his mind. So he simply got up and went to Xiang Si Zi's courtyard.
The plaque of Prince Jing's Mansion has been changed to that of the Crown Prince's Mansion.
Xiang Si Zi has already moved from the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence to the Crown Prince's residence, and Ye Qingxue still arranged a secluded and quiet courtyard for him.
When Xiangsi Zi was studying medicines or illnesses, she often forgot to eat and sleep. Yun Zhuo was lucky; when he went to find Xiangsi Zi in the middle of the night, she was still busy in the house and had not gone to sleep.
"Your Highness, did you come so late because of the poison in 'Floating Dream'?" Xiangsi asked.
Actually, that day Ye Qingxue went to the Xuanwang couple to get the antidote, but after failing to get it, she went to find Xiangsi Zi. Xiangsi Zi proved that the couple had not lied, and that the poison of Fushengmeng was indeed difficult to cure.
Yun Zhuo watched him busy and gave a faint "hmm".
"Are you having nightmares and can't sleep?" Xiangsi Zi asked again.
"Yes," Yun Zhuo replied. It seemed that nightmares disturbing sleep was one of the characteristics of the poison, Floating Dream: "Does the divine physician have a way to cure this poison?"
"The antidote is hard to find, and the process of finding it is extremely dangerous. If I want to find the antidote, I have to go to the southern border. Even if everything goes smoothly, it will take at least a year."
Xiang Si Zi said, "However, I have not yet detected the other poison in His Highness's body. Perhaps the results will be available in the next few days. I will set off after the results are available."
Yun Zhuo remained silent for a moment.
He stood to the side, his jawline taut.
After a long pause, he said, "Then I will trouble you, Divine Physician. When you return, I will establish a medical clinic for you, so that you can fulfill your dream of healing the world."
Xiang Si Zi said, "This will be a blessing for all the people of the world, and they will be grateful to His Highness the Crown Prince."
He gave Yun Zhuo a pill: "Your Highness, taking this pill will calm your mind."
"Thank you." Yun Zhuo took it and ate it.
Smelling the medicinal fragrance that filled the courtyard, he soon felt much calmer and took his leave to go back to sleep.
The next morning, when Yun Zhuo woke up, Ye Qingxue was no longer by his side. Zhuang Xin came in to help him wash and change, and he asked, "Where is the Crown Princess?"
"It seems they went to the backyard to practice their whips," Zhuang Xin replied.
"Has she had breakfast?"
Not yet.
Yun Zhuo dressed neatly and asked Zhuang Xin to have the people in front prepare breakfast while he went to the backyard to find Ye Qingxue.
However, as soon as he turned the corner, he stopped in his tracks, staring in utter astonishment at the scene before him, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.
He closed his eyes tightly, but the sound of Ye Qingxue cracking her whip still rang in his ears. After a long while, he opened his eyes and saw the same scene as before.
He saw Ye Qingxue dressed in an ice-blue dress, wielding a long whip and waving it in the yard. The yard was full of chickens, ducks, geese, and even snakes, all of which were being whipped until their feathers flew, blood was flowing, and limbs were mutilated.
There was a lot of blood splattered on the ground, and many corpses lay there. Even her skirt was splattered with blood.
The entire courtyard reeked of blood.
Yun Zhuo had seen bloody battlefields and countless dead people. In order to live, he had personally killed countless people.
He also knew that Ye Qingxue had killed people. She was not a delicate young lady. In many ways, she was no less than a man, and even more outstanding than a man.
Therefore, he was not surprised to see Ye Qingxue killing livestock, but Ye Qingxue was now torturing livestock, seemingly taking pleasure in their running, screaming, bleeding, and thrashing.
Killing and torture are two completely different concepts.
Was she acting this way because she was in a bad mood?
Yun Zhuo closed her eyes again. Yes, she must be doing this because she was in a bad mood.
"Qingxue!" Yun Zhuo suppressed his restless emotions and called her name.
Amidst the blood-splattered courtyard, Ye Qingxue heard his voice, stopped, and stepped forward with a smile: "You're awake?"
Perhaps because of practicing with the whip, there was a thin layer of sweat on her face, and her cheeks were fair with a rosy glow, making her look very beautiful.
Yun Zhuo smoothed the hair at her temples, took her hand, and seeing the bloodstains on her palm, he took a handkerchief to wipe them clean for her, and then took her hand again.
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