Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Nie Shiyun opened her eyes wide and retorted, "None of your business? Then why did you save me? You might as well have let me die!"

"Fine," Nie Zhao said coldly, "you get back to the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave right now."

"you!"

"Second Miss," a maidservant entered, her expression worried, "Eldest Miss truly cares for you. Upon hearing you were imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave, she traveled a long and arduous journey to support you. How could you argue with her?"

"Did I want to argue with her?" Nie Shiyun pointed at herself. "Why does she have the right to say such awful things!"

"Second Miss, my dear Miss," the maid supported her, "Eldest Miss was just worried and her words were a bit harsh, but everything she did was for your own good, and she must feel indebted to you."

"Since Chidi is in trouble, I should have gone back," Nie Zhao said, turning his head. "Saving you was just a side thing. There's no question of owing or owing anything between us. Go and recover from your injuries."

"Nie Zhao!" Nie Shiyun gritted her teeth, the wounds on her body tearing at her with pain, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I never begged you! Just let me die! Would you be satisfied if I died!"

The maid supported her, her face filled with panic and anxiety: "Miss..."

Nie Zhao left quickly with a blank expression.

*

"What do you want?" Shen Chunri frowned suspiciously. "You secretly called me over, what are you planning to do?"

Xie Weixing hugged her: "Do you have a pill that can make someone reveal their true inner thoughts?"

"Oh?" Shen Chunri's eyes lit up. "What do you want to do?"

"Isn't Senior Sister going to cook noodles for Aunt Nie tonight?" Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow, "Put some in."

"Good idea," Shen Chunri nodded repeatedly, deftly taking out a bottle of pills from his brocade pouch. "This, this."

Xie Weixing opened it and smelled it: "What? Are there any side effects?"

Most medications for controlling mental health have significant side effects.

Shen Chunri raised his finger and shook it from side to side: "No, this is a Spirit Inquiry Pill."

"Why does that sound so familiar?"

"Do you remember the thousand-year-old spirit-inquiring herb we encountered in the Beast Forest of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain?" Shen Chunri said excitedly. "It gave me a few leaves, and I've tried refining several batches of pills over the past few years. I succeeded even after my alchemy furnace was blown up twice. This herb can awaken the deepest emotions in a person's heart, allowing them to speak the truth they most want to say, and it has no side effects whatsoever."

Xie Weixing was relieved: "Okay. Give them all to me."

"No way," Shen Chunri snatched it from his hand, "I worked so hard to refine these, there are only two, you can use one. And tonight at dinner, you're giving the chicken leg to Xiao Tan and not me."

"Can't you be a little more ambitious all day long?" Xie Weixing was speechless. "There are plenty of chicken legs out there. You want mine, you want Tangtang's, you want Xiaolongdian's. If you want to cause trouble, just say so."

"I don't care," Shen Chunri said, "I just want to tear a bite out of your chicken leg with my teeth, and you won't give it to me."

"Alright, alright," Xie Weixing said helplessly, "I'll buy you ten chicken legs, good little snake, good little snake, don't delay your senior brother's business."

"Are you being so agreeable today?" Shen Chunri asked suspiciously. "What are you up to?"

Xie Weixing took a deep breath.

He let go: "Then you go?"

"Where to?"

"Go find your senior sister to drug Aunt Nie," Xie Weixing took a step back, shrugged, meaning "You do it," and said, "Go ahead."

Shen Chunri thought for a moment, then shuddered: "I wouldn't dare. My senior sister would kill me if she found out."

"Then what are you pretending for?" Xie Weixing reached out his hand. "Give this to your father. I will risk my life to be a vanguard for my senior sister's happiness."

Shen Chunri thought for a while, and finally happily handed him the medicine.

That stinky lion, he's actually a pretty nice guy.

*

Layers of brocade curtains were stacked upon each other, and the candlelight was dim and yellow.

Tan Suiting finally recognized where he was.

The Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

Why didn't I recognize you last time?

This is because the interior decorations were used during the wedding of a dragon prince, and they are different from usual.

"Hmm..." Xie Weixing inhaled softly, his body tense and trembling slightly.

His neck was red, and his skin, tempered in the Spring of Spiritual Essence, was as white as jade. He wrapped his arms around Tan Suiting's neck, hanging on him, his skin delicate and white, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Senior brother..." Tan Suiting's voice was cold and low, with a hint of confusion in it.

I had that dream again.

He felt deep down that this was wrong, but he instinctively hugged the person in his arms.

It feels cool and smooth to the touch.

Tan Suiting looked down and saw that Xie Weixing's clothes had slipped down to her waist, and her slender waist and back could be vaguely seen.

"Senior brother," Tan Suiting said, his pale hands revealing faint blue veins, his voice cold and slightly hoarse, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm...I..." Xie Weixing leaned on his shoulder, her body temperature was very high, and she groaned as she spoke, "Lord Dragon, I can't breathe, hold me a little looser."

"Okay." Tan Suiting obediently loosened his arms.

Xie Weixing propped himself up on his shoulder, and the two separated, finally allowing Tan Suiting to see his face.

His peach blossom eyes were shimmering with a watery hue, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red. His usually carefree and alluring eyes were now veiled in a hazy mist.

"Hmm," Xie Weixing frowned slightly, seemingly in pain, with a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and a few strands of black hair clinging to his burning temples. "I... um... don't move."

"I won't move." Tan Suiting breathed softly. He had never seen his senior brother like this before. His eyes followed the man closely, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Xie Weixing's breathing quickened slightly, her chest rising and falling gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned closer, her body undulating slightly as she murmured, "Mmm... Little Dragon Prince, baby..."

Tan Suiting's body stiffened, and a soft gasp escaped from his lips.

From this vantage point, one can see Xie Weixing's black hair flowing freely, with even the skin behind his ears flushed pink. The rosy hue on his almost jade-colored skin adds a touch of allure.

"Kunkun," Tan Suiting's voice was low and husky, his long eyelashes casting heavy shadows. His fingertips gripped his waist, his heterochromatic eyes darkening, unwilling to leave him for even an inch. "Kunkun."

Tan Suiting had developed a thin but firm skin texture from years of sword practice, enough to pick up Xie Weixing and examine him closely.

The other person has beautiful collarbones, with two shallow arches resting at the base of their neck, the pale skin highlighting the delicate bone structure.

Tan Suiting had never thought that his senior brother was like this.

in this way.

Anyway, it was very beautiful, unusually beautiful, making his heart beat fast and fast.

He still called him.

They still call him that.

"Hmm... I, I, Dragon Palace..." Xie Weixing frowned slightly, unable to utter a complete sentence. His chest rose and fell gently with his breath, his long neck revealing faint blue veins beneath his porcelain-white skin.

"Kiss," Tan Suiting said instinctively, her waist and abdomen tensing, her voice slightly hoarse as she reached for his lips, "Kiss."