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Chapter 72 Want to settle things evenly? Sure!

Fuying stood up and wiped the blood from her lips.

She looked down at her slender, jade-like fingers, closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, sighing, "That's it, Hua Hua is completely gone. How am I going to explain this to Teng?"

Seeing that the avalanche had stopped, Jia immediately ran to Fuying: "Witch! Witch, what happened..."

When Jia saw the stunningly beautiful face beneath the fur cloak, her breath caught in her throat, her pupils constricted, and the color drained from her face, replaced by disbelief and horror. She murmured, "Fu... Fuying..."

Jia was terrified and took two steps back, his whole body trembling violently as if struck by lightning.

"Brother Qinglan—" Jia scrambled to Qinglan's side, pointing at Fuying, a broken sob escaping her throat: "Brother Qinglan, she's not a witch! She's Fuying! She's Fuying—"

Fu Ying turned around, her gaze sweeping lightly over Jia before looking at Qing Lan: "Give the medicine to your people, and the epidemic will be cured. As for your eyes, I will find a way."

"The strangeness of this avalanche may not be a natural disaster, but a man-made one."

"I will not leave for now. I will leave once your people have recovered."

After saying that, Fuying walked towards the cave where medicine was being refined. Her steps were unsteady, clearly indicating that she had suffered a serious injury.

Just then, Jia suddenly said in a trembling voice, "You, you're pregnant?!"

Fuying paused, raised her hand to touch her forehead, and a faint smile suddenly bloomed on her lips: "Yes."

Jia's gaze lingered on Fu Ying's receding, slender figure, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her dress. She suddenly turned to Qing Lan beside her, biting her lip, her voice trembling with hesitation: "Brother Qing Lan... you actually always knew she was Fu Ying, didn't you?"

Qinglan's fine bangs fluttered in the wind, his handsome face expressionless and cold. He handed the medicine to Jia: "Give the medicine to the clansmen."

Jia asked in disbelief, "You actually believe her? She's Fuying!"

Qinglan said calmly, "I know she is Fuying. Could the tribe's situation be worse than it is now?"

Upon hearing this, Jia froze. She looked down at the medicine in her hand and choked out, "What exactly does she want? She hurts others, and then comes to save them?"

Jia gritted her teeth, wanting to fiercely curse Fu Ying for her cruelty, but when she thought of the scene of her fighting against Xue Long and the staggering figure of her back as she walked away, all her resentment suddenly lost its strength.

Even though Fuying was pregnant, she still saved the Frost Plains tribe.

The harsh words she was about to utter suddenly turned into a sigh, mingling with a sob and drifting away in the wind and snow.

Suddenly, Jia realized something, her pupils constricted sharply, and she gripped Qinglan's wrist tightly with her fingertips, her voice trembling: "Brother Qinglan..." Her gaze was fixed on him: "You wouldn't have... promised her something again, would you?"

Every word she uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, laced with fear and anger.

Qinglan shook her head, her expression indifferent: "No."

He turned around, as if remembering something, and asked, "You just said she's pregnant?"

Jia's breath hitched, she bit her lip, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palm.

She looked up at Qinglan, her lips trembling, the words stuck in her throat almost bursting from her teeth—

Is the baby in Fuying's belly... yours?

In the end, she simply lowered her eyelashes and gave a barely audible "hmm".

Prince Qinglan has already rejected her, so what's the point of asking any more questions? The tribe is doing better now, and Fuying seems to have changed as well. It would be a good thing if Prince Qinglan could have a child.

Thinking this, Jia forced a smile and said, "I'll go feed the medicine to my people first!"

After saying that, she hurriedly ran away.

Qinglan turned her head, faced the distant, silent, rolling snow, and left the tribe.

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Fu Ying returned to the cave, ate some spiritual medicine, and sat cross-legged to stabilize her turbulent inner energy. After an unknown amount of time, a clear and ethereal voice rang out from outside the cave: "I've come in."

Fu Ying opened her eyes, her narrow, fox-like eyes filled with surprise.

Calm and unhurried footsteps approached, accompanied by the enticing aroma of roasted meat.

Qinglan's slender figure cast a cool silhouette on the stone wall.

He stood tall and elegant, his brows revealing a detached air untouched by worldly affairs, as pure and white as snow. Only the steaming roasted meat in his hands added a touch of human warmth to the otherwise austere scene.

"Eat up," he said, handing over the grilled meat in a clear and pleasant voice.

Fu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a smirk, "You want to poison me?"

Qinglan paused, a hint of relief appearing on her usually cool and languid face: "I just wanted to thank you."

Fu Ying narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, looking thoughtfully at Qing Lan. He took the roasted meat and took a bite. His cooking skills were quite good. Even though he had no eyes, the roasted meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a light salty taste.

She said, "You're welcome, it's nothing."

Fu Ying stood up, sat down at the stone table, and asked, "How are the people of the Frost Plains tribe?"

Qinglan nodded: "Your medicine is very effective; their condition has improved."

The cave fell silent immediately.

After a moment, Qinglan spoke again: "We're even."

"Even if we're even?" Fu Ying's pale lips curved into a slight smile. He stepped forward and reached out to pull open the collar of Qinglan's animal skin. On his neck, there was also a palm-sized red fox mark.

Qinglan didn't move, letting her do as she pleased, only her face became even paler.

He suppressed his disgust and said calmly, "Whether or not we have formed a pact is not important."

Fu Ying gently traced the inscription with her fingertips, then chuckled softly, "Isn't it important? Naga proposed to you, why didn't you accept? Didn't you clearly state that you were already bound by the contract?"

Qinglan remained silent, her expression indifferent as ever.

He took a step back, avoiding her hand, and said, "Things in this world cannot be forced. I see the change in you. Now that you have a child, live a good life from now on and don't do evil deeds anymore."

Fu Ying looked at the fingertips hovering in mid-air and said with a half-smile, "So you really want to settle things with me?"

Before Qinglan could speak, she readily agreed, "Sure!"

Qinglan's lips tightened slightly, and before her tense back could relax, she heard the twist in Fuying's words: "However, we'll be even after I return your eyes to you."

Upon hearing this, Qinglan's elegant brows furrowed slightly, and her voice was cold and indifferent: "I don't like you."

How can you get your eyes back if they're gone?
She said those things just to keep bothering him.

Qinglan's expression turned cold; she had long since experienced Fuying's shamelessness and was used to it.

He didn't want to say anything more to Fu Ying and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly heard Fu Ying say, "A pair of eyes, how could they be harder to restore than Teng's beast crystal?"

Upon hearing this, Qinglan paused slightly.

Fu Ying smiled, revealing a beast spirit flower blooming between her brows, its vermilion mark dazzlingly bright.

She gently tossed her long, light flaxen hair, her narrow eyes upturned at the corners, her appearance casual yet possessing an almost sharp, alluring charm. Her voice was extremely assertive: "It's okay if you don't like it, I didn't intend to ruin your life, but to be even, how about we make a deal?"

(End of this chapter)