A heart ailment!

This man saw through everything.

Lang Bo smacked his lips a few times, urgently asking him: “Then Young Master Muruo, can this illness be cured?”

“Difficult!”

“Difficult? So there is a cure?”

“There is, but I’m afraid you won’t want it.” Muruo sighed.

Lang Bo became serious: “No matter what, I must cure this illness.”

Just as he finished speaking—

Muruo raised his finger and knocked hard on his forehead!

“No wonder Ziran often calls you a big fool—he’s absolutely right. If heart ailments could truly be cured, there would be no such thing in this world as separations of joy and sorrow, or ill-fated lovers.”

He rubbed his forehead, completely not understanding the meaning.

After all, first love is bewildering!

Lang Bo lowered his head, his expression grave.

He sighed and said: “Could it be… I’m truly going to die?”

As he spoke, he rubbed his own heart.

He truly believed Muruo’s words.

Watching him like this, Muruo really wanted to laugh.

He shook his head!

“I’m teasing you. Tell me, how can you be so lacking in common sense? Heart ailments only need heart medicine to cure. With the heart medicine, naturally you’ll be fine—you won’t die. But… if you’re unwilling to take that heart medicine and insist on taking poison instead, then you’ll truly die without a doubt.”

“Heart medicine? What heart medicine?” Lang Bo pressed, feeling he had hope.

Muruo straightened his posture and asked him seriously: “Tell me honestly, is this related to that Miss Qin?”

Uh!

Lang Bo looked panicked: “This… you… how did you know?”

“Even a fool would know.”

“…”

“Actually, you don’t need to struggle. If you like her, you like her. If you don’t, you don’t. Why worry? And think you’re ill? I see you’re not ill at all—you’re clearly about to die.”

Lang Bo looked innocent: “Young Master Muruo, please stop laughing at me. You know, I’ve followed the prince since childhood. The woman I’ve been around most is Miss Ji. How would I understand such things? That’s why I came to ask you.”

Muruo squinted at him!

Then—

He picked up the wine before him and drank it down in gulps.

Afterward he said: “Lang Bo, oh Lang Bo, that Miss Qin is both your heart ailment and your heart medicine. If you want to live, you must take that heart medicine. Understand?”

“I don’t understand!” Very honest.

What a blockhead!

Muruo said: “How have you managed to live until now without understanding such a simple principle? Listen carefully—remember every word I say.”

“Mm.” He nodded heavily.

“This heart ailment stems from love. Having love but not daring to love—that becomes illness, accumulated in the heart, it will take one’s life. To cure it, you need heart medicine. The saying goes: heart ailments need heart medicine to cure. This is truth. If you can meet someone you like, never miss the chance. Miss Qin is a good girl. You have feelings for her too—why struggle? Making yourself suffer from this heart ailment.”

But—

Lang Bo had concerns: “Then… if I truly choose Miss Qin, what about the prince? You need to tell me!”

“Your prince has all his limbs intact, no pain, no illness. He can eat and drink—why does he need a big fellow like you following him around all day? In any case, remember one thing I’m telling you…”

“What?”

Muruo paused for a moment, drank a few more mouthfuls of wine, his dark eyes looking at Lang Bo’s curious gaze, and told him: “That statement is… your prince is not yours.”

“…”

Lang Bo seemed to understand.

Yet also seemed not to understand.

Muruo knew his mind was straightforward and couldn’t turn corners, so he switched to another explanation: “Let me put it this way. Your prince likes Miss Ji and will marry no one but her. And Miss Ji in this life will marry no one but him. So, Jingrong will marry Miss Ji sooner or later. When that time comes, they’ll roam freely in the jianghu, carefree and unrestrained. Moreover, they’ll have a house full of children and grandchildren in the future, harmonious and happy. If you keep following them, you’ll only be able to chop firewood and carry water, working without complaint, revolving around your prince and Miss Ji all day, becoming a nanny, constantly handling excrement and urine…”

Handling excrement and urine!

Pfft—

This was getting more and more ridiculous!

However, this crude explanation—Lang Bo understood this time.

But hearing it sent chills down his back.

No matter what, he was still a guard—a first-rate guard! What he held in his hands was a sword, what he severed were human heads. How did he become a nanny handling excrement and urine?

Just thinking of that image was like having a nightmare!

His face completely fell.

Muruo couldn’t help but laugh, continuing to drink.

Suddenly—

Someone entered from outside.

“What’s this about handling excrement and urine?” Jingrong asked.

He was holding two jugs of wine in his hands, also having come to drink with Muruo, and had just happened to hear that line.

Seeing him, Lang Bo sprang up from the carpet at lightning speed.

“Your Highness.”

“Sit. Let’s drink together.”

“That…”

Jingrong had already sat down, looking up: “What is it?”

“Your Highness, I just remembered I forgot something. I’ll take my leave first.”

Having said that, he disappeared in a flash!

So fast!

It made Muruo laugh until he couldn’t close his mouth.

Jingrong furrowed his brow, tapping his fingers on the table, asking: “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s suffering from a heart ailment.”

“Heart ailment?” Jingrong looked completely bewildered.

Muruo opened the two jars of wine he’d brought: “Forget it, let’s not talk about him. Let’s drink.”

Jingrong didn’t ask further.

The two drank to their hearts’ content.

…

Ji Yunshu went to where Bai Yin was being held.

He sat on the ground, unbound, his back leaning against a wooden post.

The firelight from outside penetrated in the moment the tent flap opened, the slanted rays shining right on Bai Yin’s pale face. He squinted, watching the person enter.

That person had their back to the light, their features unclear. Only after the tent flap dropped did the image gradually become clear.

It was Ji Yunshu!

She was holding a large bowl in her hands, along with a jug of water.

He laughed once, disdainfully saying: “What, have you come to tell me what you’ve learned from that painting and that wooden plaque?”

She didn’t respond, walking before him and placing the large bowl and jug of water in her hands on the ground before him.

Looking down, the bowl contained lamb!

Full to the brim.

“Eat!”

Bai Yin was indeed nearly starving, but looking at the food before him, he showed no intention of moving.

“Don’t you want to know about the painting and the wooden plaque? Since you want to know, preserve your life. If you die, you’ll never know.”

At these words, Bai Yin’s eyes flickered a few times. Then he reached out to lift the bowl, grabbing the meat inside and eating.

Wolfing it down!

Ji Yunshu quietly sat down.

Watching him eat.

This was the first time she had observed him so carefully.

Bai Yin’s features had less fierce energy, more gentleness.

She looked at his eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, chin…

Examining each one.

In a trance, he seemed somewhat similar to herself, but looking more carefully, she felt there was no resemblance at all.

As she watched, she began to study his bone structure.

From his brow bone, cheekbones, nasal bone, jawbone… examining each one in turn.