The night had grown deep, and both of them felt completely exhausted.

After embracing each other, even Feng Jiu’er began to feel drowsy. She didn’t know how much time had passed before she drifted off into a hazy sleep, her small body instinctively burrowing into the man’s arms.

He too had fallen asleep. The turbulent blood essence coursing through him could only settle when he held her. As she nestled into his embrace, Zhan Qingcheng, already asleep, instinctively tightened his long arms around her, holding her even closer…

…

“Ah!” Early morning—Feng Jiu’er’s startled cry pierced the quiet.

The girls who had been dozing against the tent flap immediately jolted awake, quickly pressing themselves back against the gap, staring intently at the tent.

What had happened? Just now—had that been Feng Jiu’er screaming? Why was she screaming?

Had Feng Jiu’er devoured the Ninth Prince, or had the Ninth Prince thrown her out?

Or could it be that Zeng Lanyu was truly dead?

None of the above.

The reason Jiu’er had shrieked was that upon waking, she discovered that sometime during the night, a certain man’s hand had slipped into her clothing from her collar, and it was still there now!

He… he… he had actually done it! He had actually assaulted her in the middle of the night!

Feng Jiu’er scrambled out of Zhan Qingcheng’s embrace and immediately tried to straighten her clothes, which he had somehow disheveled.

Zhan Qingcheng was jolted awake by her shriek. He opened his bleary eyes and sat on the long bench watching her. The look of him just waking up was utterly innocent.

“What has occurred?” he asked, his voice carrying the hoarse quality of early morning, undeniably sensual.

Feng Jiu’er’s feelings at that moment were indescribably complex.

What had happened? Didn’t he know himself?

He had untied her clothes while she slept, and his hands had been roaming all over her body… touching her…

Damn it! How could he act as though he’d forgotten everything? He must have done it on purpose!

Yet now the Ninth Imperial Uncle sat with his chest partially exposed, his muscular body barely concealed beneath. His slightly tousled hair fell down to his shoulders, which were revealed by his gaping collar.

In such a moment, such a scene, the image was simply breathtaking!

Would such a refined and cold man really assault her while she slept? Was it truly possible? Was it really?

Nobody would believe it if she said it aloud, and even Feng Jiu’er herself didn’t believe it!

Ugh, why did she feel like she’d swallowed a bitter herb with no way to spit it out?

From the corner of her eye, Zeng Lanyu, who lay on the ground, furrowed her brow. She moved!

Feng Jiu’er’s eyes brightened instantly—she forgot everything!

“She’s awake!”

…

Zeng Lanyu had awakened. She had actually survived!

Once Feng Jiu’er confirmed that Zeng Lanyu had pulled through, she finally felt at ease and handed her over to the medical clinic’s staff. Regardless of whatever grudges the old physician harbored, the patient was now living and breathing in their hands. If anything went wrong, that would be entirely the medical clinic’s problem.

Feng Jiu’er had already snatched the girl back from Death’s door. If she died in their care, how could all the physicians at the clinic hold their heads up?

Therefore, Jiu’er had not the slightest concern that Zeng Lanyu would be neglected at the medical clinic.

“I heard you rescued someone on death’s door last night!” As the time for collective training drew near, everyone gathered at the training grounds.

Shan Yidao could hardly contain his curiosity: “Jiu’er, is it true?”

“Of course!” Xiao Yingtao had been right there watching her save the girl with her own eyes.

In fact, she was even more excited about it than if she’d saved someone herself! “The medical clinic’s Dr. Chen said the person couldn’t possibly be saved, but Jiu’er brought her back to life right in her hands—don’t you think that’s amazing?”