It seemed his mistake was in having too many schemes. Yun Ya lightly clapped his hands: “Are you angry that I killed the King of Yao?”

The delicate female voice from behind now seemed to carry ice shards: “You only intended to kill the King of Yao?”

Of course not, Yun Ya coughed twice more. His goal was to eliminate the entire Yao royal family in one fell swoop, so that he could smoothly destroy the Kingdom of Yao.

Feng Miao Jun snorted: “The King of Yao and his son are both heroes, yet you used such methods against them!”

That youngster Miao Feng Xian was considered a hero in her heart? Yun Ya frowned slightly: “If I used such methods against King Xi, would An’an have objections?”

She wouldn’t. But she remained silent. Even as an outsider, she found King Xi’s actions infuriating. The subjects of Xi Kingdom probably wished they could strangle this dissolute, lecherous, weak, and incompetent ruler.

“Why does An’an become so angry when it comes to the father and son of Yao?” Yun Ya asked softly. “Is it simply because you have a favorable impression of them?”

Feng Miao Jun just felt that the King of Yao could be called a wise ruler for his generosity and care for his people, and his deep bond with father and son Miao Feng Xian made his death truly lamentable.

“But have you considered that regardless of how a ruler governs—whether benevolent, tyrannical, or absurd—Yao and Wei cannot coexist? Sooner or later, they must determine a victor. Either Wei will swallow Yao, or Yao will ally with Yan Kingdom to destroy Wei,” Yun Ya said calmly. “My actions merely hasten that day’s arrival.”

Managing an entire country herself, Feng Miao Jun wouldn’t ask the naive question “why can’t they coexist.” She clearly understood that Yun Ya was ultimately the State Preceptor of Wei, and acting from his country’s standpoint couldn’t be judged right or wrong—each simply served their own master.

Life or death—if she were Yun Ya, how would she choose?

Yun Ya continued: “You can’t bear the early death of this heroic father and son, but if they don’t die, who knows when this war will end? How many soldiers and civilians will die in the process?” He sighed lightly. “If the death of two people can save tens of thousands of lives, An’an, what would you choose?”

Feng Miao Jun replied coldly: “That’s a paradox!”

She reached for medicine, but Yun Ya gently grasped her wrist: “Setting aside all those constraints of morality and friendship, you know this is following heaven’s will. An’an, you and I are the same kind of people.”

Feng Miao Jun shook off his hand.

Still uncomfortable in her heart, she quickly changed the subject: “There’s attribute energy attached to the wound. We need to work together to drive it out.”

Miao Feng Xian’s blade had penetrated deeply, truly damaging the kidney. Its spiritual power stubbornly hindered Yun Ya’s body from healing itself. If not expelled, the wound couldn’t heal.

Even now, blood was still dripping out. Feng Miao Jun knew how powerful Yun Ya’s life force was, yet even that couldn’t suppress this parasitic power.

His cultivation was truly extraordinary, but after such a dangerous battle, how much spiritual power could he have left?

After speaking, she stirred the Ao Turtle mark in her dantian and took a gentle breath.

Then, abundant spiritual power flowed continuously through the mark into Yun Ya’s dantian.

She had never imagined there would come a day when she would supply Yun Ya with spiritual power.

He turned his head slightly, giving her a curious look.

This girl was giving him spiritual power for the first time, and it happened under these circumstances. And she was generous—the flow was rich and continuous, showing no signs of stopping.

Meanwhile, Yun Ya’s spiritual power also rose from his dantian. The two streams of spiritual power, from the same source and of the same nature, immediately merged like converging rivers, no longer distinguishable from each other, surging fiercely toward the wound.

Feng Miao Jun reached her hand around his ribcage, gently pressing his sea of qi point. Her divine sense was immersed with the newly entered spiritual power, and she could immediately “see” how the spiritual power operated within his body.

With his body as the battlefield, the two spiritual forces clashed.

Just like real warfare, the mutual attack of spiritual powers could be most damaging to the environment. Yun Ya himself suffered greatly. Though he didn’t make a sound, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, betraying his pain.

Fortunately, the spiritual power of Miao Feng Xian had lost its master’s support. Although persistent, it had to retreat step by step before powerful opponents. Finally, with nowhere to hide, it escaped from the wound, transforming into a faint red mist that dissipated in the air.

Almost as soon as it left, Yun Ya’s wound stopped bleeding. His self-healing ability began to work; it seemed that before long, even his organ damage would be repaired.

Only then did Feng Miao Jun sigh in relief and start to withdraw her hand. Unexpectedly, a cool sensation came over her hand as his large palm covered it again. He said intimately: “Doctor, do you think my injury will leave any lingering problems?”

She was startled: “What?”

“I can’t end up like Yu Lin Lang,” Yun Ya sighed. “It still has important tasks ahead.”

? Feng Miao Jun’s gaze shifted downward, looking at the wound on his lower back.

One second, two seconds… she suddenly understood, and quickly withdrew her hand, almost wanting to spit in his face: “Shameless!” Yu Geng Qing’s third son Yu Lin Lang had also been wounded in the kidney, and afterward presumably had some issues with that matter. The kidney governs bones, produces marrow, and transforms essence; essence and blood share the same source—that’s why Yun Ya asked her this.

“For a man, this is a serious matter.” Because he was leaning forward, Yun Ya’s voice was somewhat muffled, and Feng Miao Jun couldn’t tell if he was secretly laughing. This fellow took pleasure in teasing her every day, and even when seriously injured, he wouldn’t change his ways!

In her view, this man’s constitution was vastly different from ordinary people’s, and since the injury was treated promptly, he shouldn’t have such concerns.

Bah, why was she thinking about this? It was none of her business! “If you become incapable from now on, that would be true retribution.”

Yun Ya felt that although her breathing was a bit uneven, her movements as she treated and dressed his wounds remained gentle.

He felt a softness in his heart, but sighed aloud: “I can’t let you suffer because of me.”

Feng Miao Jun wished she could strangle him.

If not for the symbiotic curse, she would have a thousand and one ways to torment him to death!

But the cruel reality was that she had to carefully nurture him! Feng Miao Jun silently swallowed her anger. Having treated his wounds countless times, she quickly bandaged the wound and casually said: “Lie flat.”

Having long held a position of authority, her voice inevitably carried a commanding tone. Yun Ya smiled and indeed fell backward.

Though the brocade bed was very clean, Feng Miao Jun still took a large cloak to place under him, and now with quick hands, supported his back to help him lie down.

“First undressing, now lying flat,” Yun Ya said quietly. “My queen, after today, you must take responsibility for me.”

Hearing this, Feng Miao Jun looked at him but saw his eyes were misty, making it impossible to discern his true feelings. The corner of her mouth twitched: “That depends on your performance.” She pressed her hand on his chest a couple of times to check his injuries. Yun Ya winced in pain and coughed violently several times, leaving whatever words he had poised on his lips unspoken.