Jun Limo felt a little sad when he saw her like this. Ever since His Majesty punished him last time, A Lanyi never mentioned Miss Mu and the Regent again.
It's not that she gave up, but that she hid all her worries in her heart and didn't want him to worry.
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It's night, Gu Palace.
Wushuang woke up in a daze and felt a pain in her neck. She groaned and subconsciously touched it with her hands.
Ling Ji stopped her and said, "Don't touch it. The medicine has been applied and it will be fine in two days."
Wu Shuang looked at Ling Ji in a daze, and gradually remembered what happened.
She sat up suddenly and asked in a panic: "Auntie, that god bit me and drank my blood. He is not a god, right?"
Lingji sighed, held Wushuang's hand and said, "He is the patron saint of our southern border and the holy son of the Wu clan."
Wushuang looked a little confused. He didn't know what the patron saint was, nor what the holy son was. He just asked: "But why did he bite me?"
She was really frightened.
Ling Ji thought that the Queen had told her not to tell Wu Shuang the truth, so she could only prevaricate randomly: "He has a strange disease and will bite people when it attacks. If you see him in the future, stay away from him, you know?"
"oh."
Wushuang believed Ling Ji's words and asked innocently: "With such a strange disease, he is quite pitiful, isn't he? Isn't there any cure?"
Lingji felt a little sad when she heard her words. After all, she was a kind and simple little girl.
Maybe this was the Queen's true intention in hypnotizing her? A little girl who has forgotten her past is the easiest to deceive, isn't she?
Ling Ji secretly wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "His strange disease can only be suppressed by human blood."
Wushuang blinked: "So that's it, no wonder he wants to drink my blood."
Seeing that she believed it, Ling Ji felt even more guilty. She stood up and said, "You lie down for a while, and I'll boil the medicine for you."
With that said, he turned around and walked out.
Wushuang was lying on the bed obediently. She stared at the bed tent above her head for a while, and then she didn't know what to think of. She sat up straight, lifted the quilt and walked out the door.
At night, the sky is filled with stars.
Wushuang came to the back mountain carrying a wind lantern. She looked around and shouted softly: "God, are you still there?"
It was quiet all around, with only the sound of the wind blowing the grass and trees.
Wushuang shouted a few more times, but when no one responded, she sat on the ground and murmured: "I know you didn't mean it. Don't worry, I won't be angry with you."
She came here just to tell the god that she was not angry.
Seeing no response, Wushuang thought the god had left. She shrugged and held the lantern and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind: "Is this what you came here to tell me?"
Wushuang turned around and looked at the man standing under the tree. He was still wearing a white brocade robe and looked as handsome as a mortal.
She walked over quickly and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Wu Xuanye was stunned for a moment. He thought that this little girl would be scared when she saw him. After all, he showed his most ugly and ferocious side in front of her, and even he didn't like it.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the little girl in front of him stretched out her arm.