Xiao Yao didn't understand.
For someone like Feng Yexuan, who could command the wind and summon the rain, who had even secured a match made in heaven with the Empress of Longteng Kingdom, possessing both beauty and status.
It was said that they had weathered many storms together in the past, and the public still spoke fondly of those experiences, which were not just romantic but also filled with bloody battles.
This showed how profound their shared experiences and deep their feelings were!
With everything he had, what was he still missing?
But seeing Feng Yexuan resting with his forehead propped by his hand, his eyes closed, Xiao Yao's heart inexplicably softened.
It felt… a little like pity.
Could such a powerful person truly have moments of vulnerability?
She finished brewing the chrysanthemum tea and glanced at him again.
"Your Highness, your throat seems to have recovered quite a bit. Shall I prepare some more medicine for you?"
Feng Yexuan remained silent, his eyes still closed as if he were asleep.
Xiao Yao continued, "The medicine is a bit bitter, and the chrysanthemum itself also has a slight bitterness, so the taste might not be very pleasant."
He still didn't speak.
Xiao Yao poured a cup and pushed it towards him.
Seeing that he showed no reaction, she reluctantly placed the cup down, about to say something.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yexuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Your Highness!" Xiao Yao frowned and immediately tried to pull away.
He held her casually, but the strength was far beyond what Xiao Yao could break free from.
"Are you Jian Wuying's disciple?"
Xiao Yao was startled. The name Jian Wuying was still quite unfamiliar to her.
But she knew in her heart that it was her master's other name.
"I must have mistaken you for someone else," she said with a dry laugh.
Feng Yexuan's gaze deepened. "In your eyes, am I someone so easily fooled?"
"No!" she quickly explained, afraid of angering him further and causing herself more trouble.
Xiao Yao thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, he is my master, but he is a good person."
"How many people has that pair of hands killed? How much blood has stained them?"
Feng Yexuan snorted coldly, his indifferent eyes looking at her unconvinced face. "You say he is a good person?"
Xiao Yao glared at him, clearly unwilling to concede.
Her master was, of course, a good person!
If it weren't for her master, she wouldn't be alive today.
Not only did her master save her life, but he also took care of her, even giving her the best food when he had no money!
Even if everyone in the world considered her master a bad person, to her, he was the best person in the entire world!
"Your Highness," Xiao Yao's eyes also darkened, with a similar look of disdain:
"Do your hands, Your Highness, kill fewer people than my master? The blood stained on your hands is no less, perhaps even more, than my master's…"
"When have I ever said that I am a good person?"
"You…" This statement left Xiao Yao speechless.
He himself admitted he wasn't a good person, so how could she retort?
"But my master is still a good person!"
"What did he give you that makes you trust him so much?"
"He gave me life!" Xiao Yao said urgently.
Feng Yexuan, however, seemed lost in thought, his star-like eyes flashing with a peculiar light.
"He gave you life?"
Jian Wuying had been active in the martial world for many years, and no one had ever seen him with a young girl by his side; he had always been a loner.
When did Xiao Yao become his disciple?
Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, staring at Xiao Yao's unremarkable face. "So, it was Jian Wuying who saved you? When did he save you? Where did he save you?"