Hmph, wasn’t he now at her mercy? Running his mouth would only bring suffering.

But immediately after, she drew in a sharp breath: “Your wound is so severe!”

She sent a trace of spiritual power to examine it and discovered that a small fragment of the broken chest bone was missing—she couldn’t find it anywhere!

Where had it gone? She had an ominous premonition.

Yun Ya said softly: “It pierced into the heart.”

These words frightened Feng Miao Jun so much that her own heart skipped a beat: “Why didn’t you say so earlier!” This wasn’t just flesh or fascia, but the heart! Only the human brain could compare in delicacy—how could he be so nonchalant?

“Won’t die,” Yun Ya said with his eyes half-closed, though he was observing her expression. “It didn’t pierce all the way through.”

“That’s good at least.” Feng Miao Jun immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The bone fragment probably wasn’t much thicker than a needle, but it would be terrifying if it fell into the heart. This was the central pump for the entire body’s blood—this object could be squeezed into the atrium, and the man before her would be finished.

No, that’s wrong—it would also claim an innocent and unfortunate her!

“We need to prepare for surgery to remove the bone fragment.” This thing remaining in the chest cavity was a hidden danger, especially since he already had a heart condition—leaving it in would only make matters worse.

“No time for that today,” he said, cold sweat still on his forehead. “We’ll discuss it another day.”

Why did she feel this man was somewhat indifferent? Feng Miao Jun’s gaze flickered. Come to think of it, no matter how many times she scanned the location of his heart, it only showed as a gray shadow—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see the true face of his so-called “heart condition.”

What exactly was that thing? Perhaps only “open-heart” surgery would allow her to see it.

“If you could just set my broken bones first, I would be most grateful,” Yun Ya said, his gaze softening as he saw her concentrating on treating his wounds. “An’an, why did you come?”

“Come?” she responded casually. “Come where?”

“Why did you rush here from New Xia?” She was massaging him to resolve the blood clots accumulated in his chest. This method was effective but also caused the injured person great pain—even with her skilled technique, she couldn’t alleviate much of it. Though covered in sweat from the pain, Yun Ya still said word by word: “You could have stayed out of this.” This war had nothing to do with New Xia. They had an agreement with Wei, with ample reason to remain neutral. If so, why did she rush to Wuser?

Judging from the timing, she must have received news of Yun Ya leading a surprise attack on the Yao capital and immediately rushed over on aerial mounts, not delaying even for a few hours, just in time to join this life-and-death game.

Feng Miao Jun’s hands paused. Seeing his intense gaze upon her, she somehow dared not meet his eyes and merely lowered her head: “Of course it’s—”

He raised an eyebrow, faintly expectant.

“For Han Yue.” For her own life! He had brought several dozen cultivators to secretly infiltrate the Yao capital to assassinate the Yao King, playing a game with a heart rate of a hundred beats per minute, which had frightened her terribly. She didn’t want to die, so she could only come to keep an eye on him, and if necessary, save him—only then could she secure her survival.

She was nearly stifling to death with frustration! Yet she still had to say: “You launched a surprise attack on the temporary palace, and she is Miao Feng Xian’s primary consort—it would be strange if you spared her.”

The light in Yun Ya’s eyes immediately dimmed, his lips pressing together: “You truly care for her.” In her heart, was he not even worth a woman? “But my An’an is just being stubborn. You were worried about my safety, weren’t you?”

By the last sentence, he was smiling again.

This time, the Yao capital was extremely dangerous, and her position was awkward—it wasn’t appropriate for her to appear here.

But she had come nonetheless, standing prettily before him, and had just helped him escape from danger.

She did indeed have him in her heart; even though she disapproved of his attack on Yao, she still wanted to save him.

Yun Ya had forged an iron heart through countless long years, but at that moment when he heard her voice in the mist, when he held her delicate hand for those few breaths, a great joy spontaneously welled up in his heart.

Only then did he understand the true meaning of the phrase “heart blooming with joy.”

Seeing him smiling through pain, Feng Miao Jun felt tired on his behalf, wondering why he wouldn’t just shut up and rest for a while. This man’s self-love was so great that if he claimed to be second in the Northern Lands, no one would dare claim to be first.

She kept a straight face and said: “You’re just flattering yourself.” If her life wasn’t in his hands, would she care whether he lived or died?

Would she?

Feng Miao Jun found wooden splints from the Dimensional Flask to use as braces for him, and when securing them with cloth strips, she inevitably had to bend down. As a result, he raised his right hand to encircle her neck, pulling her down lower.

Now they were face to face. Feng Miao Jun was displeased and said “Let go,” but didn’t dare to struggle forcefully, fearing she would aggravate his wounds.

Yun Ya gave her an intense gaze: “An’an, I’ve missed you.”

An electric gaze!

And one particularly charged with electricity—half a second could make someone dizzy and willing to do anything to him.

She couldn’t help but notice his thick eyelashes, long and slightly curled, and her heartbeat couldn’t help but quicken. But she suppressed it immediately, smiling without warmth: “Really? I couldn’t tell. I only saw you busy killing people in the Yao Kingdom.” The next second she changed the subject, “What do you plan to do next?” She moved his arm away, allowing herself to distance herself from him a little.

Given the current situation, Miao Feng Xian and his wife were safe, and her concern had shifted from Princess Han Yue to Yun Ya. No matter how seriously injured this fellow was, he should have a way to slip away. However, he hadn’t come alone this time. Those dozens of Wei Kingdom cultivators were both his support and his responsibility.

Sure enough, Yun Ya said softly: “Take them out of the city.”

Feng Miao Jun’s delicate brows furrowed slightly: “You’re going back?”

“Yes.” Yun Ya’s gaze flickered. “I drew a small mountain-moving formation in the main hall that can take them away. You—”

He coughed twice before continuing: “Will you come with me?”

Feng Miao Jun shook her head without hesitation.

This fellow needed to return to the main hall in the Imperial Garden, and then use the Dimensional Flask to load the others before leaving. Why should she join in?

Her position in the Yao capital was extremely awkward. While no one had recognized her, it was best to quickly distance herself from this troubled water.

After all, he was already out of danger.

“Shouldn’t you hurry?” she urged. “By now, the Yao people should be attacking the main hall complex. Without Princess Han Yue as a hostage, how long can your subordinates hold out?”

Princess Han Yue had been rescued by her and should now be back with Miao Feng Xian. With the hostage used to threaten the Yao Crown Prince gone, and with Yun Ya, the final boss, at Moon Reflection Pond, what reason did the Yao people have not to attack the main hall with all their might?

All the frustration they had swallowed for most of the day must now be channeled into their attack. Those Wei Kingdom cultivators were in a very precarious situation—how could this guy still be so composed, flirting with her?

Yun Ya pressed his hand on the ground, trying to support himself up. Feng Miao Jun raised her hand to stop him: “What are you doing!”