Lang Bo was like a stubborn piece of taffy—impossible to shake off!

He stubbornly held onto the blanket and refused to give it up. Bai Yin could only watch helplessly like this.

There was nothing to say.

In the end, he simply sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of water, tilted his head back and drank it, saying, “Brother Lang, if you want to hold that blanket, then hold it. Even if I sit here for the entire night, it won’t kill me.”

“Why are you so obstinate?”

“It’s you who’s too stubborn!”

“I’m not being stubborn.” Lang Bo sat down across from him holding the blanket and said seriously, “His Highness and Miss Ji gave the order for you to go to bed and rest. I’m just following orders.”

“Then if His Highness and Yunshu told you to go die, would you do that too?”

“With just one word from His Highness, I would definitely brave any danger!” Lang Bo’s loyalty was evident.

Bai Yin smiled slightly, but still maintained his cold demeanor.

Seeing him continue to sit like this, Lang Bo remarked, “You and Miss Ji truly are worthy of being siblings—even your temperaments are the same, both extremely stubborn.”

Bai Yin seemed too lazy to argue with him further and poured him a cup of water: “You’ve said so much, you must be thirsty by now, right?”

“I actually am a bit thirsty.”

Lang Bo then held that cup of water and drank from it.

Still continuing to hold the blanket without letting go!

After a while, Lang Bo suddenly grew serious and asked him earnestly, “By the way, are you really planning to go to Huyi?”

“Yes.”

“What if you go and find nothing? Perhaps… what Third Master said may not all be true.”

Hm?

Bai Yin looked at him with confusion: “You seem to have a different perspective? Speak up and let me hear it.”

Lang Bo swallowed and said, “It’s not really a perspective, just some worries. Although this matter is related to your and Miss Ji’s background, this time you’re going to Huyi, not staying within Da Lin’s borders. If something happens, His Highness probably won’t be able to resolve it either. In my view, since you siblings have already recognized each other, there’s no need to investigate further. Moreover, even if you go, the result may not be what you want. On the contrary, going to Huyi will be fraught with danger, and no one can predict what will happen.”

Lang Bo spoke this entire speech!

Bai Yin listened very seriously to his words. In truth, Bai Yin had considered all of this.

But—his mind was made up. He said, “I know everything you’re saying. But since Third Master told Yunshu and me to go to Huyi to search, this matter must be extremely important, and it definitely can’t be explained in just a few words. Otherwise, Third Master wouldn’t have us take the risk to find that person called Chahe. Besides, if some things aren’t clarified, I won’t be satisfied!”

Having said this, he poured himself another cup of water and drank it.

Lang Bo said, “You may want to go, but Miss Ji may not. She and my prince have been through so much together—right now she must want to settle down. If Miss Ji goes to Huyi with you, His Highness will go too. But with His Highness’s status going to Huyi, it will likely cause a lot of trouble. Miss Ji will definitely consider this point in her heart. To avoid having His Highness risk danger with her, she probably won’t go with you.”

That’s right!

After experiencing so much, Ji Yunshu’s heart was already full of holes and could no longer withstand any more trials, nor could it bear any more loss.

What she wanted most now was to be together with Jingrong.

Bai Yin’s eyes darkened, seeming to weigh these words carefully.

His hand gripping the blanket tightened, and he gritted his teeth: “If she won’t go, then I’ll go by myself!”

“You really won’t give up.”

“Back then, to discover the origins of that wooden plaque and portrait on my person, I didn’t hesitate to traverse the entire Da Lin. Now that the truth about my background is right before me, how can I not go? I came this time with my mind made up. I also know that Yunshu has her concerns, so no matter what decision she makes, I won’t force her to go to Huyi with me. I even hope… she can stay behind.”

Truly sincere!

At this, Lang Bo didn’t know what else to say.

Sometimes, Bai Yin and Ji Yunshu really were very alike!

And here, the two of them had gone from fighting over the blanket to discussing the trip to Huyi.

On the other side, after Jingrong asked Ji Yunshu “will you go or not,” Ji Yunshu fell into a period of silence.

In truth, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to know the truth, or didn’t want to go to Huyi. But if she went to Huyi, she might encounter many unpredictable situations. First, Jingrong’s status as a prince was already sensitive enough—if something happened in another country, it would be a major matter that could lead to war between two nations. Second, if her mother truly was connected to Huyi’s civil war back then, then behind this, there would likely be a huge abyss waiting for her, and the road ahead would be a path full of thorns!

Every step forward would be a river of blood!

When Jingrong didn’t hear her answer for a long time, he asked again, “You’re still concerned about many things, aren’t you?”

Ji Yunshu’s eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded: “After experiencing so much, how could I not have concerns? I’m even… somewhat afraid.”

The fear and sense of loss in her heart far outweighed her desire to pursue the truth!

Jingrong said, “In any case, no matter what decision you make, I will accompany you—to the ends of the earth, wherever it may be.”

To the ends of the earth, wherever it may be.

Ji Yunshu knew that no matter how willful she was, Jingrong would always be the one who indulged her unconditionally. And no matter how stubborn she was, Jingrong would consistently support her, even if in the end they were both covered in wounds, he would not hesitate.

She nodded, her eyes reddening, and continued applying medicine to the wounds on his back.

The medicinal liquid penetrated deep into the wounds, stirring inside like a knife.

“Tsk…”

Jingrong’s brows furrowed slightly from the pain.

“Does it hurt?” Ji Yunshu set down the medicine in her hand, her fingertips gently touching the area around his wound.

“It doesn’t hurt, not at all.”

Ji Yunshu looked at the wounds on his body, her heart bleeding with pain.

Suddenly, she tightly embraced Jingrong’s solid shoulders from behind.

Resting her head on his back.

Feeling extremely distressed.

Jingrong: “I’m really fine, it doesn’t hurt at all. You don’t need to worry.”

But she shook her head.

Saying nothing.

Jingrong seemed to understand and asked, “Is it because of your second sister?”

He was too perceptive.

Perceptive enough to see completely through her thoughts.

Ji Yunshu pressed her head tightly against his back and said, “I was the one who personally sent her to her death. I thought I would be filled with guilt, but when I walked out that door, my heart was very calm—there wasn’t even a trace of pain or remorse. But when I left the palace, everything from our past days in Jinjiang silently flashed through my mind over and over again. At that moment, I actually missed our former life a little. At the time, I asked myself three times, asking myself if I had gone mad?”

Perhaps if they had returned to the past, today they wouldn’t have experienced so many heartbreaking things.

Jingrong could feel her body trembling faintly. He could also sense the fear in her heart.