A moment later.
Feng Qishi followed Zhao Xiang to Mu Anxiao's room. As Zhao Xiang was about to rush into the room, Feng Qishi quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
Zhao Xiang was thus held outside by Feng Qishi.
Inside the room.
Mu Anxiao sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at Amei, whom she had rescued. She then glanced at the black mist in her hand, narrowed her eyes, and just as she was about to ponder further, she heard the commotion outside the room behind her.
Outside, Zhao Xiang shouted angrily, "What are you doing?" He seemed to be intentionally making sure Mu Anxiao could hear him.
Feng Qishi held Zhao Xiang's arm tightly and said, "You've had too much to drink." He deliberately lowered his voice, but unfortunately, Mu Anxiao could still hear him.
"I haven't had too much to drink, she was really going to kill you."
"She wouldn't kill you, I know her."
"What?" When Feng Qishi said this, Zhao Xiang stopped struggling and asked, "What do you mean you know her? Wasn't it Jin Wang who told her to stay here? How would you know her?"
Listening to Zhao Xiang's series of questions, Feng Qishi showed a troubled expression. "It's a long story, let's go." Saying this, he tried to pull Zhao Xiang away.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiang ignored Feng Qishi's persuasion and stubbornly resisted, struggling with all his might. "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving." He tried to shake his arm free.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi continued to pull him.
Inside, Mu Anxiao understood that Zhao Xiang was doing this to lure her out. She glanced at Amei, then clenched the poisonous mist in her palm, stood up, and walked towards the door.
A moment later.
The door opened. Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi and Zhao Xiang, who were pulling at each other, and said, "Your voices carried inside, is that enough?" As she spoke, she hid her hand holding the poisonous mist behind her back.
Immediately, Zhao Xiang stopped struggling, looked at the calm Mu Anxiao, and said, "Tell me, where is that woman."
"That woman, which woman?" Mu Anxiao retorted.
Feng Qishi released his grip on Zhao Xiang's arm.
Zhao Xiang snorted coldly, "Just play dumb, you know who I'm talking about."
"I really don't know, speak clearly," Mu Anxiao tilted her head slightly.
Zhao Xiang: "The woman who was knocked out by my sleeping powder."
"Amei," Mu Anxiao blurted out.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiang quickly said, "It's Amei."
"..." Mu Anxiao smiled at Zhao Xiang's eager admission. She stepped over the threshold and walked up to him, sniffing him. "No wonder you're acting like a lunatic, you've had too much to drink." She then sneered contemptuously.
Zhao Xiang became even more angry, "Why are you smiling?"
"What's wrong with me smiling like this?" Mu Anxiao said, freeing one hand and grabbing Zhao Xiang by the collar. "I just heard you say she was really going to kill you, what do you mean?"
"Where is Amei?" Zhao Xiang suddenly said.
"What do you think?" Mu Anxiao deliberately played coy, then intentionally brought her other hand out from behind her back. "Let me tell you, don't speak nonsense without evidence." With that, she opened her palm and forcefully slapped the poisonous mist towards Zhao Xiang's chest.
The next second, the poisonous mist dissipated just as it was about to reach Zhao Xiang's chest.
Mu Anxiao withdrew her hand and took a step back, deliberately placing her other hand behind her back again.
Zhao Xiang looked at his chest in disbelief, then raised his eyes to stare at Mu Anxiao's face and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
"So you learn your lesson. You can go now. She is sleeping. If you wake her up, she might hit you." Mu Anxiao said this deliberately and turned away.
Zhao Xiang watched Mu Anxiao's retreating figure, his eyes darkening. He turned to look at Feng Qishi and grinned foolishly.
"What's wrong?" Feng Qishi noticed that Zhao Xiang seemed a bit off.
Zhao Xiang shook his head, "It's nothing, maybe I was overthinking things. But speaking of which," he clutched his chest, "that move from her actually hurt quite a bit."
"You're sober now," Feng Qishi said calmly.
Zhao Xiang nodded, "Yes, I'm almost sober." He then averted his gaze and walked away first.
Feng Qishi glanced towards the room and then followed Zhao Xiang.
Mu Anxiao stood behind the door, letting out a sigh of relief. She murmured, "This demonic soul, so it's corporeal." She then looked at the residual poisonous mist faintly swirling above her palm and walked towards Amei.
As Feng Qishi and Zhao Xiang walked side-by-side on their way back, Feng Qishi pondered Mu Anxiao's actions towards Zhao Xiang. A strange feeling suddenly arose within him, a feeling that made him think... Mu Anxiao was hiding something.
At the same time, Zhao Xiang suddenly stopped.
Feng Qishi snapped back to attention and stopped, turning to look at the thoughtful Zhao Xiang and asking, "What's wrong?"
"I want to go to Chunhua Tower."
"Chunhua Tower?" Feng Qishi had never heard of it and was taken aback.
Zhao Xiang: "Amei must have heard my voice outside. It seems Amei and I have no fate. However, this destined marriage was also broken up by that brat. No, I need to go and relieve my boredom."
"You want to go find a girl?" Feng Qishi understood Zhao Xiang's words.
Zhao Xiang smiled, "Want to come along?"
Feng Qishi shook his head.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiang became displeased. "I knew you would refuse me. In that case, I'll go by myself. Remember to leave the door open for me."
"Your injuries have just healed, going to a place like that, isn't it not good?" Feng Qishi stepped forward and said.
"What are you thinking? I just want to listen to some music and find someone to talk to."
"No, I mean, going to a place like that, drinking, it's not good," Feng Qishi became awkward. "Also, why don't you just tell me what you need to say, why do you have to go to a place like that?"
"It's all negative emotions. Telling you would only become your burden. I'm leaving." Zhao Xiang said and turned to leave.
Feng Qishi looked at Zhao Xiang's retreating back from the side, sighed softly, and then lowered his head. Unintentionally, his gaze fell upon the sleeping powder.
"This is his," he muttered, bending down. Just as he was about to pick it up, he hesitated. 'This kind of thing is better destroyed,' he thought. He extended his index finger and pointed at the sleeping powder, which then dissolved into blue light and disappeared.
Not far away.
Zhao Xiang suddenly stopped and clutched his chest. "Ugh, what's going on?" He then felt at his waist, thinking, 'It must be her.' With that thought, he continued forward.
Inside the room.
Mu Anxiao sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Amei, whose forehead was no longer darkened. She murmured, "Hmm? What's going on?" She then leaned forward slightly and touched Amei's forehead, exclaiming in surprise, "She has a temperature." She then straightened up.
The next second, Amei opened her eyes.