Yitong looked at him in surprise. In her impression, Ruan Zhongchong was no worse than his master in being handsome and cool. Now that he could kneel down and beg her, there was only one possibility...
"What happened to Mu Youzhi?"
Ruan Zhong was startled, then quickly stood up and said, "Miss Chu, please follow me."
Regardless of whether Yitong wanted to or not, he pulled her and walked quickly deep into the long corridor.
Yitong followed with some staggering, the wound seemed to be torn open again, and the pain made her break into a cold sweat. Despite this, she persisted until Ruan Zhong led her into a dark room.
After all, Mu Youzhi was her savior, even if he was unintentional.
In the front hall, drums and music were blaring and firecrackers were setting off. It looked like a banquet was about to begin for the ministers. But inside the room, it was dark and deserted, and the temperature was even colder than outside.
On the bed, his slender body was wrapped in several layers of cotton quilts, but the person inside was still shivering from the cold. His originally fair complexion was as cold as if he had been coated with thick frost.
Yitong walked over and raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Why is he so cold?"
Remember, last time he was so hot that his whole body felt hot. If he had some strange illness, he should be cured after drinking her blood. Why was he so cold this time?
"The Fourth Prince is poisoned by a strange poison. It will attack on the fifteenth day of every month. He needs the poison of Xuan Sable to control it. And today, it happens to be the fifteenth day."
Ruan Zhong didn't say any more, but Yitong also understood. In other words, after Xuan Zable ran away, what he needed was her blood. The point of the problem is that his poison cannot be easily removed;
He has to suck her blood every month.
Yitong looked at the person on the bed and said coldly, "What if I don't agree?"
"Compared with the life of the Fourth Prince, it's not important." Ruan Zhong's meaning was obvious. They would have plenty of ways to force her to agree.
Yitong Qingmei's cheeks wrinkled, this feeling of being threatened made her very uncomfortable.
"In exchange, I will keep you safe."
At some point, Mu Youzhi woke up and opened his narrow phoenix eyes slightly.
Yitong looked at him in surprise, and slowly, a smile appeared on her lips. A thoughtful sentence was better than any kind of promise. Although she didn't fully understand his strength, she understood one truth.
Her and his fate are now closely related.
"make a deal."
At this time, Ruan Zhong took out the knife and handed it to her.
Yitong took it, his eyes fell on the newly scarred right wrist, hesitated for a moment, raised his left hand, pointed the sharp blade at the white wrist, and drew a bloody gash with his movements.
She frowned and put her wrist to Mu Youzhi's mouth.
When he smelled the blood, his eyes opened suddenly, he grabbed her left hand with both hands, and drank her blood greedily.
Finally, his trembling gradually stopped and his cheeks became rosier.
He slowed down, and Yitong's nervous heart also relaxed. Finally, he habitually licked her wound with his tongue before letting go of her hand.
Although there was still pain in his wrist, when the tip of his tongue lightly swiped across it, an electric current rushed through her. Yitong's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she quickly wrapped a handkerchief around her wrist to cover it up.
"Ruan Zhong, take care of her wound." He returned to his usual indifference, lifted the quilt and sat up.
Ruan Zhong took out a dark porcelain bottle from his pocket, pulled out the stopper, and handed it to Yitong, "This is a wonderful medicine for treating trauma. It won't leave scars."
"No need." Yitong refused lightly. She didn't want this kind of concern to be obtained only when she needed to sell something. She turned around and was about to go out, but Mu Youzhi's voice came from behind.
"If you want to leave the Nine Princes' Mansion, just tell me."