The medicine was swiftly brought over again.

This time, Ye Lingyue personally administered the medicine.

Just as the spoon reached Feng Xun's lips, a wave of cold air surged over.

In the medicine bowl, the medicine instantly froze into a layer of ice, and even the hand Ye Lingyue used to hold the spoon would have frozen, if not for the dual effects of Primordial Power and Cauldron Breath.

No wonder the maid earlier, despite several attempts, could not administer the medicine to Feng Xun.

Ye Lingyue frowned, her Primordial Power dissolving the medicine in the bowl.

She protected the spoon with Primordial Power and tried again, but Feng Xun's lips, tight from being frozen, did not budge despite several attempts.

Yet, without taking the medicine, and having not ingested anything for days, Feng Xun lacked the extra strength needed for Ye Lingyue to proceed with further treatment.

"Old Sir Mu, please, along with Sword Slave, stand guard outside," Ye Lingyue said with slight hesitation.

Old Sir Mu, understanding her, closed the door and stood guard outside with Sword Slave.

Ye Lingyue glanced at Feng Xun, noticing the Totem on his body still spreading incessantly.

If it continued to spread like this, even with her Cauldron Breath, she would be powerless.

"Well, let's consider it repaying the debt owed to the Red Sun Ginseng until now; after all, I've taken your life-saving medicine time and again," sighed Ye Lingyue, seeing the painful expression on Feng Xun.

Since last time she even performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation, it wouldn't matter this time either. Besides, there was no one else in the room, and with Feng Xun unconscious, no one would know what she did.

Ye Lingyue gritted her teeth and... drank the medicine from the bowl in one gulp.

Feng Xun's mouth remained tightly closed, Ye Lingyue tried a few spoonfuls, but the medicine just spilled out.

Gradually, Feng Xun's lips loosened, like melting ice and snow, and there was a fresh, fragrant scent between his lips.

Ye Lingyue slowly fed the medicine into his mouth.

A pink hue appeared on Feng Xun's pale skin due to the fever.

Surrounded by that pink hue, the Totem on his body appeared even more enchantingly.

Ye Lingyue felt Feng Xun's body warming up, and she promptly let Cauldron Breath enter Feng Xun's body.

The skin vanished, and Feng Xun's blood and meridians gradually emerged in Ye Lingyue's mind.

There seemed to be no issue with the blood or meridians, so where exactly was the root of Feng Xun's Cold Syndrome?

Dantian... All the way to Feng Xun's Dantian, Ye Lingyue discovered an abundant amount of cold air.

The source of the cold air inside Feng Xun was in his Dantian.

Just as Ye Lingyue was about to probe Feng Xun's Dantian further.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, and in the next moment, as the world turned upside down, Ye Lingyue cried out in shock, flipped over, and got pinned against the wall.

She was wall-pinned.

"Mmh~"

Subconsciously resisting, but the man's hands restrained hers. Oddly, the non-martial artist Feng Xun today exhibited surprisingly strong grip, leaving Ye Lingyue unable to muster any strength, as his deep breaths faced hers.

The medicine in her mouth had unknowingly been completely fed.

Only when Ye Lingyue felt her lungs were about to be emptied did she return to her senses, forcefully pushing Feng Xun away, staring blankly at him who had awoken at some unknown point.

"You were better underneath."

Those beautiful lips lifted up, whispering right next to her ear, sounding just like intimate sweet nothings exchanged between lovers.

When did Feng Xun become so wicked? This speech didn't sound like his usual demeanor at all.

Just as Ye Lingyue was about to explode, Old Sir Mu and Sword Slave knocked on the door outside, as they too had heard the commotion inside.

"Your prince is fine now," Ye Lingyue, feeling as if she'd been caught red-handed, almost fled through the door.

She didn't even inquire further about the anomaly in Feng Xun's Dantian earlier.

Inside the room, "Feng Xun" watched Ye Lingyue run away as if escaping for her life, his slender fingers tracing his lips, still tasting of Ye Lingyue.

It seems, "Feng Xun's" charm with women is as strong as ever.

He felt almost jealous.

Casually flipping open Feng Xun's pillow, hidden underneath was half of a golden mask. The man's eyes flickered as he grasped the mask, then vanished in a blur at the window.

The entire process took but a moment.

Outside, Housekeeper Mu and Sword Slave noticed no anomalies.

"Why does Miss Ye look like she's seen a ghost?" Sword Slave scratched his head, clearly puzzled.

Old Sir Mu also shook his head, and they both entered the room.

The room was empty, leaving only a cold wind behind. Old Sir Mu and Sword Slave's expressions suddenly changed.

The young master has disappeared again.

"Housekeeper Mu, he wouldn't have..." Sword Slave, usually fearless, now shivered.

"I'm afraid so. 'That one' has appeared again, who knows what big movements he's planning this time. Lock down all news, just say the prince will be resting at the Hot Spring Palace for the next month, and if anyone approaches, they shall be killed without mercy," said Old Sir Mu, his aged face nearly wrinkling into a knot.

Every time "that one" appeared, something was bound to happen.

And whenever he disappeared, it was always for at least ten days to half a month.

Just like last time in Li City, originally, their itinerary didn't include Li City, but it was due to "that one's" sudden appearance that Old Sir Mu had to stay in Li City temporarily.

Now, he worried whether Miss Ye had noticed anything unusual, whether she had realized "he" was not Feng Xun.

That was the biggest secret of the young master, something he would definitely not want Miss Ye to know.

In fact, Old Sir Mu was worrying unnecessarily, as Ye Lingyue's mind was still in disarray, and she hadn't noticed that "Feng Xun," after awakening, was somewhat different.

Xia Capital, in an extremely secretive basement.

Torches illuminated the dim dungeon.

This was the Punishment Hall of Killing Hall, where interrogations were incessant.

A martial artist, covered in blood, was bound to the rack.

Despite how much he was interrogated, he remained silent.

"Give it up. I will never hand over the map of the Taiyi Secret Realm."