Mu Anxiao glanced at Amei, then mused on Zhao Xiang's blatant dishonesty. She said, "No, we can't talk about it here."
"Why?" Feng Qishi hadn't caught on yet.
Mu Anxiao replied, "What else could it be? Walls have ears. If I speak here and that person hears, what then?" She pointed at Amei.
Feng Qishi asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Let's go back to your room," Mu Anxiao said, standing up.
Feng Qishi, aware he had just offended Mu Anxiao, complied with her request.
Moments later.
Feng Qishi carried Amei back to his room. Mu Anxiao casually closed the door, then turned to face Feng Qishi as he placed Amei on the carpet. She exclaimed in shock, "Shen Moyun, what are you doing?"
Feng Qishi stood up and looked at Mu Anxiao, "I can't let her lie on my bed."
"She's not even breathing, and you're still treating her like this? Doesn't she deserve any dignity?" Mu Anxiao found Feng Qishi incomprehensible.
Feng Qishi stated, "She's not dead."
"Not dead?" Mu Anxiao was startled and walked up to Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao and sighed softly, "She's just been sealed by some power. In other words, she's not breathing; it's just an illusion."
"An illu.."
"It's probably Zhao Xiang's doing," Feng Qishi interrupted, looking down at Amei. "Let's clear things up." He then turned back to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Where was I?" she asked, turning and walking to the desk to sit down.
Feng Qishi strode forward and said, "Who knows."
"Who knows..." Mu Anxiao repeated, thinking for a moment. She continued, "Who knows, the moment she woke up, she started chasing me. She was like she was possessed."
"Possessed... like Yuan Qing, and you back then?"
"Mmm."
"How is that possible? Isn't she human?" Feng Qishi shared the same question.
Mu Anxiao shook her head slightly, "I don't know, it's just very strange." She suddenly recalled the entire process of Amei being affected, "Right, she wasn't knocked out by aphrodisiac incense."
"Not?"
"Yes, it was your friend, who used some sort of sorcery to... " Halfway through, a vision of Feng Qishi's "loyalty" flashed in Mu Anxiao's mind. Her eyes darkened, "Never mind, I won't say it."
"Why?"
"The more I say these things, the more it feels like I'm trying to stir up trouble. In other words," Mu Anxiao explained, "if he comes back and says some nice things to you, I'll become the sinner again."
"What I say, you..."
"You're a general; you can easily produce money. So, it's better for me not to say anything." Mu Anxiao interrupted, stood up from the chair, walked past Feng Qishi, and returned to Amei's side.
Feng Qishi was aware of his actions and how they had indeed cast a shadow on Mu Anxiao. Therefore, he offered no further explanations, turning to face Mu Anxiao. "I destroyed that incense stick. I guess that's when she woke up." He stepped forward.
Mu Anxiao frowned upon hearing Feng Qishi's words, "What do you mean?" She didn't quite grasp his meaning.
"That incense stick had a problem," Feng Qishi stated calmly.
"Incense..." Mu Anxiao repeated, suddenly recalling the aphrodisiac incense Zhao Xiang had used for misdirection. She realized and asked with confusion, "That thing wasn't just for show?"
"No."
"How do you know?"
"Because when I was destroying it, I deeply felt its power resisting me. It was just too weak, so it couldn't overcome me in the end."
"Couldn't..." Mu Anxiao said, her eyes brightening. She quickly crouched down, reached out to take Amei's wrist, then closed her eyes and began to sense with her spiritual energy.
Feng Qishi looked bewildered, "What are you doing?"
"Don't speak," Mu Anxiao instructed, quietly beginning to sense.
Feng Qishi took half a step back.
After a minute of waiting, Mu Anxiao opened her eyes, took a breath, and stood up. "Done." Her lips had lost their color, and her whole demeanor seemed inexplicably worn out.
Seeing Mu Anxiao like this, Feng Qishi was startled. "What did you do to her? What happened to you?" he asked, taking a step closer.
Mu Anxiao let out a breath, spread her hand, and said, "Look."
"Look at what?" Feng Qishi asked casually, looking down at a small wisp of black mist floating above Mu Anxiao's palm. "What is this?"
"This is poisonous mist," Mu Anxiao said softly.
"Poison..." Feng Qishi said, about to reach out and touch it.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao quickly stepped back and said, "Don't touch me. Carry her to the bed."
"You..."
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll digest it myself," Mu Anxiao said, clenching the mist in her hand and then placing it behind her back.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao's arm, finding himself helpless. "You're really alright?" He understood Mu Anxiao's nature and could only accept it this way.
Mu Anxiao replied, "I'm fine," shaking her head slightly.
Immediately, Feng Qishi bent down, picked Amei up, and slung her over his shoulder.
Feng Qishi knew very well what kind of person Amei was. The reason he didn't want Amei lying on his bed was his fear that Amei would misunderstand upon waking.
However, seeing Mu Anxiao in this state, he thought that if he were to be so particular now, it would surely anger Mu Anxiao.
There was no other way; he had to cooperate.
He then placed Amei on the bed, straightened up, and asked, "And then?" He looked at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao asked, "Can you still use the healing technique?"
"This..."
"You don't need to hesitate. Tell me the secret. My spiritual energy is sufficient to use it now," Mu Anxiao said preemptively to avoid burdening Feng Qishi's mind.
Feng Qishi was surprised, "You want to save her in this condition?"
"She's already breathing. If my guess is correct, as long as I heal her internal injuries today, she won't die. However," Mu Anxiao swallowed, "if I don't save her, she won't live to see tomorrow."
"You can't do this..."
"I must. Shen Moyun, I've thought about it. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do anymore. If you want to be Shen Moyun, then be it. But what I want to say is," Mu Anxiao interrupted, "I am Mu Anxiao. I cannot watch her die."
"You..."
"Tell me, please," Mu Anxiao pleaded sincerely.
Feng Qishi understood that no one could stop Mu Anxiao once she had made up her mind. However, he knew even better that in Mu Anxiao's current state, she was in no condition to use the healing technique normally. Moreover, even if she could use it, it would harm her own body, and in the end, she might even lose her life.
He realized that the only thing he could do now was to help her.
Therefore, he refused, "I cannot teach you the healing technique."
"You..."
"What 'you'? I will save her," Feng Qishi declared, his gaze resolute.
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