Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

"Wu Liang!"

Yan Jingshuang knelt on the ground, looking at the unfamiliar face in her arms, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

The appearance is not right.

The voice was clearly Wu Liang's!

She quickly noticed the hidden sword wrapped in coarse cloth beside her, and then remembered that Wu Liang had once disguised himself as Xiao Heizi to infiltrate the Funing Palace, so she had no more doubts.

"Wake up!"

Yan Jingshuang patted his face.

Wu Liang's head lolled to the side, his breathing became heavy, his eyes were closed, and he showed no reaction.

She reached out and touched Wu Liang's shoulder, her fingertips immediately becoming wet and sticky. In the light from inside the room, her hand was covered in blood.

Yan Jingshuang's heart trembled violently.

Who could have injured him like this?

This is inside Gaotang City!!

She quickly scanned her surroundings.

The courtyard gate was bolted shut, and a ring of medicinal powder was sprinkled around it. A few pills rolled down the side of the brickwork, and medicine bottles and silver needles were scattered around Wu Liang.

He must have been being chased and fled here before collapsing.

Without thinking twice, Yan Jingshuang put his arm around her shoulder and gritted her teeth to help him up.

As soon as he stood up, Wu Liang let out a muffled groan.

Yan Jingshuang quickly stopped and bent down to check.

He had injuries to his left shoulder and ribs, and a bleeding handprint was imprinted on his back; his clothes were stuck to the wounds.

Yan Jingshuang adjusted her posture, trying to avoid the injured area, and helped the person into the house.

The house was small, with only two rooms, one inside and one outside.

She settled Wu Liang into bed, then returned to the courtyard with her sword, retrieving the hidden blade, medicine bottle, and silver needles. After doing this, she closed the courtyard gate and carefully checked the windows.

There was no sound of pursuers in the streets and alleys for the time being.

Yan Jingshuang still dared not relax.

She returned to Gaotang to seek further treatment for the scars on her face from Wu Liang.

It was too late when she arrived in the city, so she stayed overnight in this old house, planning to see him at dawn.

Who would have thought that Wu Liang would actually stumble in on his own?

Still looking the same!

Yan Jingshuang returned to the bedside, poured a basin of water, and used a handkerchief to wipe the blood off Wu Liang's face.

Soon, she discovered a new problem.

Wu Liang's body was burning hot!

Large beads of sweat kept pouring from his forehead, his breathing became more and more rapid, and it felt as if a raging fire was burning beneath his skin.

Yan Jingshuang took the medicine bottle and poured the pills inside into her hand.

There are seven left in total.

Some were jet black, some were crimson, and two were pale blue.

She doesn't recognize a single one!

"Wu Liang".

Yan Jingshuang bent down, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him.

"Wake up!"

"Tell me, which pill can save you?"

Wu Liang frowned deeply, his teeth clenching so hard they were grinding together.

He can't hear.

Yan Jingshuang called out a few more times, her anxiety growing.

Should we go out and find a doctor?

No matter how many people in the city know medicine, how many can compare to Wu Liang?

Besides, he had just been hunted down.

What if the pursuers catch up once I leave?

Yan Jingshuang grasped Wu Liang's wrist and tried to channel a wisp of true energy into him, hoping to stabilize his injuries.

But as soon as her true energy entered her meridians, she felt a scorching heat rushing towards her!

Her arm went numb, and she quickly pulled her hand away.

"What is this?"

Yan Jingshuang stared at Wu Liang, and a guess suddenly came to mind.

So hot.

He was delirious.

Was he drugged?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when her cheeks flushed and a wave of shame and anger washed over her.

What despicable thing would use such methods against Wu Liang!

but……

Is it really that kind of medicine?

She has no medical knowledge, so how could she dare to make a diagnosis rashly?

Yan Jingshuang brought cold water, placed a cloth on Wu Liang's forehead, and wiped his arms and neck, hoping to make him feel better.

The cloth had barely been placed on the table when Wu Liang suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Wu Liang?"

Yan Jingshuang was overjoyed and quickly looked into his eyes.

Wu Liang has woken up.

But there was no trace of lucidity in those bloodshot eyes.

He stared intently at Yan Jingshuang, his chest heaving violently, and the force in his hands increasing.

"Look closely, it's me!"

Yan Jingshuang tried to wake him.

"I am Yan Jingshuang!"

Wu Liang remained silent.

The next moment, he suddenly pulled Yan Jingshuang over!

Caught off guard, Yan Jingshuang bumped half of her body against the edge of the bed, and her handkerchief fell to the ground.

"Wu Liang!"

She struggled to get up, but an arm suddenly appeared around her waist.

Wu Liang hugged her tightly!

The scalding breath landed on her neck, and Yan Jingshuang froze, her ears quickly turning red.

She had never been so close to a man in her twenty-seven years!

Even though Jiang Yuan had previously groomed her as a tool, she remained chaste and never allowed any man to get close to her.

Now Wu Liang is holding her tightly!

"open!"

Yan Jingshuang elbowed him in the chest.

Wu Liang was seriously injured, and she finally held back most of her strength, only wanting to push him away.

The push had no effect.

The poison in Wu Liang's body took full effect, and his mind was consumed by lust.

At that moment, he couldn't hear any sound, nor could he recognize who was in front of him; all he wanted was to grasp the coolness that could relieve the burning heat.

The more Yan Jingshuang struggled, the tighter he held her.

Her veil came off as it was being pulled and floated to the ground.

Her long, black hair fell down, covering her shoulders.

"asshole!"

Yan Jingshuang was both ashamed and angry, and shoved Wu Liang on the shoulder.

Wu Liang was pushed and his body swayed, but his eyes were still filled with confusion.

He was panting heavily when he suddenly ripped open the front of his shirt.

scoff!

The fabric tore.

Several buttons flew off, hit the wall, and rolled under the bed.

Large sections of his chest were exposed, revealing clearly defined muscles. His fair skin was covered with handprints and bruises. There was a dark bluish-black patch on his left ribcage, and the wound on his shoulder, which had just scabbed over, was bleeding again as he struggled.

Yan Jingshuang was taken aback.

All she knew before was that Wu Liang was injured.

Only when his injuries were clearly seen did people realize the extent of the danger he had gone through.

An ordinary martial artist would have died on the road after taking such a heavy blow!

He managed to escape into this place, disguised himself to hide his tracks, and sprinkled medicinal powder to block the smell of blood. Only after confirming that he was temporarily safe did he collapse in the courtyard.

Yan Jingshuang's shame and anger subsided somewhat, replaced by a wave of lingering fear.

He almost died!

Wu Liang reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close again.

Yan Jingshuang snapped out of her daze and grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Wu Liang!"

"Wake up!"

Wu Liang lowered his head and approached.

She turned her face away and raised her hand to block it.

The two struggled violently in the narrow space between the beds, tearing off a corner of the bed curtains, knocking over the wooden frame next to them, and causing the copper basin to fall to the ground, spilling water all over the floor.

Yan Jingshuang's outer garment was torn open, and the left sleeve was also ripped.

She was filled with shock and anger, and her inner energy surged into her arm, ready to shake Wu Liang away.

But just as she was about to make a move, she saw a look of pain on Wu Liang's face.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had bitten his lips until they bled.

It felt like I was being roasted over a fire.

Yan Jingshuang's palm strike, which she had gathered, stopped.

She looked at Wu Liang, who was so close to her, her chest heaving violently.

Knock him out?

He was already delirious; if he were to be struck by my palm again, would he never wake up again?

Acupuncture?

Yan Jingshuang just tried it.

She sealed several acupoints on Wu Liang's body, such as Jianjing and Quchi, but the acupoints were quickly opened by the powerful internal energy, and she could not trap him at all.

Use cold water?

like water off a duck's back.

Go out to look for someone?

Pursuers could appear at any moment.

Even if a doctor could be found, what would be the best course of treatment for Wu Liang given his current condition?

Yan Jingshuang knew how to usually counteract that kind of medicine.

But that was just my own guess.

She wasn't sure.

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