Ye Qingying stared at Xiao Yao's face and asked tentatively, "The woman you saved, is it Fu Ning?"
Chu Qianli had said that Fu Ning was very likely in Xiao Yao's hands.
Xiao Yao nodded, "Yes, it's her. Chu Qianli's people are currently pursuing her, but it seems Prince Xuan has no intention of harming her."
A flicker of something crossed Ye Qingying's eyes.
After a moment, he said, "Since you cannot leave now, your master will not force you to make a decision. It's late, your master will send you back first. We'll talk about future matters later."
Xiao Yao was also concerned about Fu Ning's injuries.
After some thought, she nodded, "Master, after I save her, I will leave with you, okay?"
"You are truly willing to go with me?" Ye Qingying's heart was stirred.
"Of course I am willing. My life was given to me by you, Master. However, I have one condition."
She smiled, suppressing certain lingering thoughts and inexplicable sadness in her heart, and said, "Master, please don't kill people anymore. Let's find a place where no one knows us, live under a false name, do some small business to earn money, and live a good life, okay?"
Ye Qingying nodded, "Alright. It's late, I'll send you back."
Xiao Yao had no reservations about Ye Qingying.
Her master said he would send her back. Apart from worrying about his safety, she feared nothing else.
However, as the foremost expert of Beiming, only Prince Xuan in the entire royal residence could compare to Ye Qingying's martial arts.
Feng Jinrui was also no match for him.
Therefore, Xiao Yao returned openly, with Ye Qingying following discreetly, undetected by anyone.
Fu Ning was still asleep on the bed.
After Xiao Yao returned, she let the doctor rest and took care of Fu Ning herself.
She wondered if her master had left. His presence was faint, almost imperceptible.
Finally, she closed the bedroom door, leaving only one window open. "Master?"
In the darkness, there was no response.
Had her master already left?
Yet, she always had a vague feeling that her master was still there.
However, if her master were present, he wouldn't fail to come out and see her.
Xiao Yao finally closed the window and returned to the bedside, checking Fu Ning's pulse again.
Every time she returned from an outing, the first thing she did was check Fu Ning's pulse.
Because Fu Ning's current condition was precarious, her life hanging by a thread, and she could die at any moment.
Without checking her pulse, she felt uneasy.
The pulse remained the same, with no change. She still hadn't fully recovered a breath.
The poison had penetrated deep into her internal organs. If the situation didn't improve, it would worsen.
The patient's body was weakening day by day. If this continued, she would eventually lose the last breath.
She needed to find a solution!
Could using poison to fight poison, a risky gambit, be feasible?
Using macrophages to devour toxic cells, but macrophages themselves are harmful to the human body. If they cannot achieve mutual destruction, the remaining ones will become highly toxic and harm the body.
Perhaps, it was feasible.
But macrophages need to be extracted using instruments...
Macrophages, instruments... Xiao Yao scratched her head, feeling distressed. Why did so many jumbled words appear in her mind?
Yet, she felt as if she had always known these things?
Who was she? Why did she know things that seemed non-existent in this era?
Xiao Yao couldn't figure it out, but saving a life was paramount now.
She needed to go to the pharmacy to get some medicinal ingredients first.
She left the room, instructing people to guard the courtyard. After leaving Yujing Pavilion, she headed straight for the royal residence's largest pharmacy.
Little did she know that shortly after she left, a tall, slender figure landed in the bedroom.
Ye Qingying walked to the bedside and stared at Fu Ning on the bed.
If she woke up, she would inevitably tell Xiao Yao the secret.
And to prevent all of this, Yu Linglong would definitely find a way to deal with her, or even Xiao Yao, before she woke up.
He did not want Yu Linglong and Xiao Yao to have a direct confrontation yet.
As long as Fu Ning died, Yu Linglong would temporarily not deal with Xiao Yao, right?
Ye Qingying's five fingers tightened, and the long sword in his hand was raised.