He was thinking about the time before she had overthrown Fu Ling Chuan when Wuser City was filled with handsome men. She was a queen, and if she wished, she could have countless men at her beck and call.

Thinking of this, a nameless flame sparked in his heart: “If you don’t agree, we’ll marry inside the Fang Cun Bottle before we leave.”

Feng Miao Jun froze. The man before her had a terrifyingly serious look in his eyes.

“Nod quickly, or Yu Haizhen might escape,” Yun Ya tugged at her beautiful hair, urging her. “Besides, you won’t find a better man than me, so it’s not a bad deal.”

His self-confidence was truly unmatched in the world. Feng Miao Jun said reluctantly, “This condition is too harsh. Why don’t I just give you the fragment instead?” For a mere broken fragment, why should she sacrifice her lifelong happiness?

Yun Ya’s expression grew even darker: “You’d rather hand over the fragment than marry me?”

“Didn’t you just say that all I needed to do was produce the fragment…”

“That was then,” Yun Ya interrupted her. “The previous condition has been changed and established. We’re currently discussing the third condition, and the two cannot be confused.”

How had he evolved to be even more unreasonable than a woman? Feng Miao Jun was furious. Just as she was about to speak, the fellow suddenly changed his expression and said with a grin: “An’an, have you made up your mind to refuse, hmm?”

He had already backed her into a corner, and his smile made her skin crawl. His eyes still flickered with a hint of anticipation—was it possible that if she shook her head, he would pounce on her and have his way with her?

She thrust out her chest to bolster her confidence: “Are you planning to fight me to mutual destruction first?”

“How about this?” Yun Ya’s gaze followed her movement downward, staring unblinkingly. “For the sake of fairness, I’ll do the same.”

“What do you mean?” Feng Miao Jun tilted her head slightly. “That in this life, apart from me, you won’t marry anyone else, and won’t show favor to any other woman?”

His expression darkened as he grabbed her slender waist, his threatening intent unmistakable.

Feng Miao Jun, however, looked at him steadily, slowly removing the smile from her face.

She looked at him so intently, as if trying to see into the depths of his heart, or as if she were evaluating something.

Yun Ya unconsciously set aside his playful attitude, suddenly feeling somewhat worried.

He thought for a moment and decided to compromise: “How about this…”

Just then, Feng Miao Jun suddenly sighed: “Fine.”

“Hmm?” This sudden turn caught Yun Ya off guard, and he thought he had misheard. “What?”

She poked him in the chest twice: “Considering the great sacrifice you’re making, I agree.”

Yun Ya still couldn’t believe it: “You agree?” When had this girl ever been so easy to persuade? Especially since this concerned her entire life—he thought he would need to move heaven and earth to convince her.

“Mm-hmm.” Feng Miao Jun turned her head away. “If you don’t believe me, that’s your problem.” As soon as she agreed, something in her heart seemed to burst with a pop.

Anxious, but without regret.

“Good girl!” His face lit up with joy as he hugged her tightly and kissed her loudly. “Make an oath for me to hear.”

Feng Miao Jun was speechless: “You never used to believe in oaths.” In the past, when she wanted to make an oath, he wouldn’t listen and said oaths couldn’t be trusted. Was he contradicting himself now?

He didn’t seem to mind: “People change.”

She reluctantly made an oath, a powerful one, yet her heart felt strangely at peace. Feng Miao Jun was someone who valued appearances, and having grown accustomed to Yun Ya’s level of beauty, how could other men catch her eye?

Taking a hundred steps back, who said she had to get married? Couldn’t she live freely on her own? Feng Miao Jun thought that Yun Ya’s third condition wasn’t much trouble for her at all.

As soon as the last word left her mouth, Yun Ya sealed her lips with his own, kissing her dizzyingly, openly showing his wild joy.

Her taste was still as good as ever, but this time there was no resistance at all. She even responded with a hint of initiative, her tongue meeting his.

Yun Ya was aroused by her unexpected compliance, almost wanting to take her right then and there.

Just as he was kissing her behind the ear, Feng Miao Jun, enduring the waves of numbness spreading across her back, said in a trembling voice: “Shouldn’t we… leave the city as soon as possible!”

Pressed against her soft, warm body, Yun Ya was reluctant to get up: “Just give me one more hour!” His legendary self-control had been kicked aside to cool off.

“The greater good comes first!” She forcibly cupped his face, preventing him from continuing his mischief. “Let’s escape the city first.”

The last two words were as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. Yun Ya stared at her, the fire in his eyes threatening to ignite her: “First we leave the city, and then what?”

She blushed and closed her mouth as tight as a clam shell.

But of course, Yun Ya had his ways of prying it open.

Just as they were locked in a passionate embrace, knocking sounds came from outside the Fang Cun Bottle again, this time accompanied by Lu Ming’s voice: “Sir, the Yan soldiers are about to search this area.”

Ying Gong City was not large, unlike Inzi City with its vast territory. Even searching house by house would take only a few days to cover the entire city. The Wei people had hidden something here, and since they were planning to leave, they were unwilling to take any more risks.

Yun Ya collapsed on top of her, taking a few deep breaths.

His face clearly showed “unsatisfied desire” in four large characters. Feng Miao Jun held back her laughter and patted his cheek lightly: “Get up quickly and lead us to safety. Think about how many lives depend on you.”

“When we get out…” His voice was hoarse, but he didn’t finish. He just took a hard bite at the tip of her nose.

Life was getting increasingly difficult. He secretly vowed not to let her escape next time!

Days passed peacefully and uneventfully.

During this period, Chen Da Chang went out early and returned late with the crane demon Da Hei. Yu Haizhen knew he must be searching for companions but to no avail. After several days together, she had roughly figured out his temperament. Though Chen Da Chang was quiet and reserved, he was attentive to details. The game he brought back varied, and the food he prepared wasn’t bad.

At least, Yu Haizhen could still swallow it.

She used most of her energy to resist the corpse’s poison. As the State Preceptor, she had numerous methods at her disposal. If it were any other poison, she would likely have ways to neutralize it. But the corpse poison from that Female Drought Demon contained extremely difficult-to-dissolve killing energy that stubbornly refused to leave. She had been ambushed at the beginning, with the poison entering her heart meridians and spreading throughout her body, making her condition recurrent and very difficult to endure.

As time passed, the medicinal effect of the blood tree honey diminished increasingly quickly. Her condition worsened day by day, often fell into comas from which she couldn’t wake for one or two hours.

Chen Da Chang’s expression, like her illness, grew increasingly heavy.

Yu Haizhen couldn’t bear to watch anymore and glanced at him: “Who are you putting on that solemn face for?”

Chen Da Chang shook his head.

Ever since that day after bathing, Yu Haizhen had worn a veil to cover her face. So now he couldn’t see whether her complexion was good or bad, and could only listen as she asked: “Hu Tian said you kept it locked in a wine jar, preventing it from responding to my orders to rush to the front lines?”