"Ye Xuan, I didn't mean to. It's just that your headaches seem to have gotten worse lately, so I..."
Feng Ling hurriedly stood up and glanced at the bowl of medicine on the table.
"Ye Xuan, don't be angry. I won't do it again next time."
Feng Ye Xuan ignored her.
His head was throbbing tonight, and he had no energy to talk to her.
He waved his hand.
Feng Ling quickly said, "Ye Xuan, drink the medicine first. It's getting cold."
"No need..."
"Ye Xuan, this is medicine the Venerable Master personally went to the snow mountain to collect for you. It represents her hard work."
Feng Ling knew Feng Ye Xuan's weakness well. She whispered, "This time, the Venerable Master rolled down the snow mountain to collect the medicine and injured her leg..."
"I said, I don't need her to collect medicine!" Feng Ye Xuan's heart ached, and his brows furrowed.
"Ye Xuan, you know how much the Venerable Master cares about you. As soon as the news of you being ambushed and poisoned was sent back, she immediately set off to the snow mountain to collect medicine for you."
Feng Ling's gaze lingered on the medicine. "No matter what, this is the Venerable Master's heartfelt intention. Ye Xuan, just drink the medicine first."
Feng Ye Xuan looked at the bowl of medicine.
In fact, drinking this medicine did not alleviate his headache symptoms.
He didn't know what kind of poison he had been afflicted with. Although the poison had been cleared by Liu Jin and his body was fine, he had developed this persistent headache.
Feng Ling held the medicine bowl and carefully brought it to him. "Ye Xuan, drink the medicine first. After you finish, I'll leave and play music outside to help you sleep, okay?"
Lately, he had been unable to sleep at night and could only fall asleep listening to Feng Ling's music.
Listening to the music also slightly soothed his headache.
It was as if he had been poisoned and was now completely dependent on Feng Ling's music.
Feng Ye Xuan casually took the medicine bowl, drank it in one gulp, returned the bowl to Feng Ling, and walked towards the inner room.
His head still hurt.
Especially when he lay down, he felt a dizzying sensation.
"Ye Xuan, your condition tonight... seems not very good."
Feng Ye Xuan frowned. Feng Ling was still in his chambers and hadn't left.
He wanted to say something, but a sudden sharp pain shot through his head.
A face appeared in his mind.
It looked like Chu Qianli's face, yet it was somewhat blurred.
Thinking of Chu Qianli made him even more agitated.
It was as if a voice in his heart kept telling him: She is a vixen, she is promiscuous, she has too many men, and you are just one of them.
She is a vixen, a vixen, a vixen...
"Damn woman!" Feng Ye Xuan suddenly clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead!
That damned woman!
He hadn't thought about her for a long time!
But tonight, she had smiled at him!
He didn't know what was happening to him, but that smile made him have an urge to go over and pull her into his arms.
But how could he? How could he want a promiscuous woman?
His head hurt so much...
Suddenly, the sound of a flute arose.
The flute music was melodious. As soon as it began, Feng Ye Xuan's headache lessened slightly.
His consciousness became fuzzy, and he felt sleepy again.
"Ye Xuan, that night, did you really... take Chu Qianli?"
In his dazed state, he seemed to hear someone ask him.
Feng Ye Xuan's head was heavy, the sharp pain lessened, but then it would suddenly deepen again.
"...Yes."
Feng Ling's expression suddenly sank.
He had really taken that woman! Didn't he hate Chu Qianli?
Could it be that he was no longer controlled by the medicine and the flute music?