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Shen Yinshuang's slender hands had already entangled Xiao Yin again.

Xiao Yin immediately pulled Shen Yingshuang down: "Don't act like a slut!"

With her last vestiges of consciousness, Shen Yinshuang was still saying, "I'm not going."

Even though she was clearly in a state of confusion, she still persisted.

"Shut up!" Xiao Yin roared. "Shen Yingshuang, if you don't go, you'll die!"

Shen Yinshuang seemed to have taken these words to heart, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Her eyes were misty with tears, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Then she laughed, a very charming laugh: "Wouldn't it be better if he were dead?"

This is an attitude of complete surrender, and it is very desperate.

But Shen Yinshuang remained limp in Xiao Yin's arms.

Xiao Yin's hand remained firmly around Shen Yingshuang's waist, never letting go.

What right did she have to say such things to herself, as if it were a reckless and self-destructive act?

Not only for himself, but also for Pei Shou'an.

But clearly, Pei Shouan's words could change Shen Yinshuang's mind.

No matter what Pei Shouan did, Shen Yinshuang had no regrets.

Ha, just like that, what right does she have to show such an expression in front of me?

What exactly makes Shen Yinshuang so special?

"Ah!" Shen Yinshuang suddenly screamed.

Xiao Yin tightened his grip, and Shen Yingshuang cried out in pain.

Xiao Yin then realized what he had done.

His hand immediately let go.

Looking at Shen Yinshuang again, he gradually calmed down.

It was probably out of resentment, or something else entirely.

Xiao Yin was trying to convince himself.

Is there something else going on with Shen Yinshuang?

He gradually calmed down and was about to speak when Shen Yingshuang pulled him to the floor with a forceful tug.

"Hmm..." Shen Yinshuang was still softly singing.

In the next instant, Xiao Yin seized the initiative.

Xiao Yin confined Shen Yinshuang within his own sphere of influence.

His voice was extremely low, but it was a question: "Shen Yingshuang, I'm giving you one last chance, why did you go with Pei Shou'an?"

Shen Yinshuang heard it in a daze, but she didn't say anything.

Her slender body shifted, moving even closer to Xiao Yin.

The cool touch on my skin relieved the heat.

The previous madness easily returned.

Xiao Yin, however, continued to hold onto Shen Ying Shuang and pressed her for an answer: "Shen Ying Shuang, answer me!"

But no matter how Xiao Yin pressed her for answers, Shen Yinshuang did not respond.

"Shen Yinshuang, so you're still thinking about Pei Shouan?" Xiao Yin asked in a low, deep voice.

Before she could even speak, Xiao Yin quickly continued, "Pei Shou'an doesn't treat you like a human being. He plays with you, tortures you, and even sends you away to different men. Even so, you still care?"

By the end, Xiao Yin's voice had sunk to the depths: "Shen Yingshuang, how could you be so despicable!"

Shen Yinshuang remained indifferent to Xiao Yin's curses.

Even a reckless and self-destructive attitude.

While unable to stop the madness brought about by the destruction of consciousness, he still forced himself to answer calmly.

It completely shattered the last vestiges of trust between her and Xiao Yin.

"Heh...we were husband and wife...Shou'an was my first man, I can't forget him." Shen Yinshuang spoke each word with absolute certainty.

As the last word fell, Xiao Yin completely lost his composure.

The carriage, though clearly moving on flat ground, seemed to have gotten stuck on an uneven, bumpy road, no longer moving smoothly.

Through the lowered curtain, the sounds of commotion inside the carriage could be faintly heard.

Various unusual sounds,

They passed by, but quickly disappeared in the wind.

But the swaying of the carriage never stopped.

Shen Yinshuang closed her eyes, and the weight around her waist grew heavier and heavier.

It felt like slowly falling into an abyss, with no way to escape.

Occasionally, when the wind blows, the curtains of the carriage are rolled up.

The bustling market and cheerful laughter contrasted sharply with the gloom inside the car.

Shen Yinshuang became increasingly lucid.

She was tortured to the point of being utterly destroyed.

The abdominal pain became increasingly pronounced.

The sticky texture made Shen Yinshuang's face turn frighteningly pale.

She couldn't even utter a sound to beg for mercy.

Despair gradually filled her eyes.

She wondered if the child in her womb would also ultimately be lost to her.

Xiao Yin did not want to keep the child.

In this situation, it seems as if it were destiny.

"Damn it!" Xiao Yin also noticed that Shen Ying Shuang was bleeding, and he cursed under his breath.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and he immediately released Shen Yinshuang.

After what seemed like a cathartic release, Shen Yinshuang remained quiet for a moment.

But this silence had an eerie quality to it.

The carriage happened to stop in front of the pharmacy.

"General, we have arrived at the Song family's residence," the guard said respectfully.

Before the words were even finished, the guards saw Xiao Yin, his clothes disheveled, carrying Shen Yinshuang, whose lower body was covered in blood, off the carriage.

They hurried toward the backyard of the pharmacy.

That's where the Song family lives.

Song Jian and Xiao Yin grew up together, so their bond was naturally strong.

He was a disciple of the legendary healer Hua Tuo, known as the "Ghost Hand," and only Song Jian could counteract this potent medicine.

Song Jian accompanied Xiao Yin on his many campaigns on the frontier.

He brought Xiao Yin back from the brink of death several times.

Therefore, Song Jian was no stranger to the entanglements between Xiao Yin, Shen Yinshuang, and Cui Lingyi.

He had already received the message and was waiting inside.

When Xiao Yin appeared carrying Shen Yinshuang, Song Jian glanced at him and his expression changed.

"Who could be so ruthless? This drug is too potent. Back when we were cracking down on these kinds of drugs, they were already listed as contraband. Anyone using this drug in private will probably be held accountable," Song Jian said calmly.

Xiao Yin's expression remained serious: "She's bleeding; it's probably because I was too rough with her earlier."

As soon as Xiao Yin finished speaking, he put the person down.

Song Jian frowned, his tone serious: "I did my best. But this bleeding is abnormal. This medicine shouldn't cause bleeding, as you know. It's like being slowly driven to death in extreme pain."

Xiao Yin frowned but remained silent.

Song Jian did not hesitate and quickly started acupuncture on Shen Yinshuang.

Each needle was precisely inserted into her acupoints.

Shen Yinshuang gradually calmed down.

She lost consciousness, sweating profusely, her clothes completely soaked.

"I'll have a servant change her clothes, otherwise she'll catch a cold sooner or later," Song Jian said bluntly.

"I'll do it," Xiao Yin said in a deep voice.

Song Jian looked at Xiao Yin, finally nodded, and did not speak.

Soon, the servant brought clean clothes.

Song Jian stepped aside, drew the curtain, and Xiao Yin helped Shen Yingshuang change her clothes inside.

He quickly wrote down the prescription for the antidote on a piece of paper and handed it to the servant beside him.

"Go to the pharmacy up ahead, get all the medicine, brew it immediately, and bring it here," Song Jian instructed carefully.

The servant nodded, not daring to hesitate, and turned to run towards the pharmacy.