"I'll take you somewhere," Ouyang Ye said, walking forward.
To go somewhere?
Earlier in the room, her soul had already told Mu Anxiao that Feng Qishi was severely injured. If she agreed to Ouyang Ye now and went somewhere with him, Feng Qishi would undoubtedly be in danger. She also knew clearly that Ouyang Ye's numerous actions were aimed at completely driving Feng Qishi away from her.
Therefore, it proved to be a trap.
"It must be a trap," she muttered, realizing that indeed, it was better to rely on herself. So, she gave up seeking Ouyang Ye's help and stood firm in her spot.
Just then, Ouyang Ye stopped, turned to look at Mu Anxiao, who hadn't moved, and asked, "Why aren't you walking?" He stood still.
This was the distance Mu Anxiao wanted, so she quietly watched him and said, "I've thought of something."
"What have you thought of?"
"You said you wanted me to marry you, was that the truth?" Mu Anxiao decided to get Ouyang Ye to leave the General's mansion.
Ouyang Ye nodded. "My goal is to marry you. What would I gain by deceiving you?"
"You truly like me," Mu Anxiao said again.
Ouyang Ye nodded. "Yes, I like you. You are the most unique wo...man I have ever met."
"Woman... I don't like being called that."
"Oh, really? Then you..."
"I won't waste words with you. I want to eat that place outside the city..." Mu Anxiao said, paused, and continued, "I want to eat the flatbread from outside the city."
"You want me to buy it for you?" Ouyang Ye retorted.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Yes. If you don't want to go," she curved her lips, "then I'll go myself. However, I don't know if I can control my legs. Perhaps I'll choose to run away."
"If you run away, Feng Qishi will..."
"If something happens to him, that will be your responsibility. Coincidentally, I can also distance myself and enjoy leisure."
"...Do you really want to eat that flatbread that much?" Ouyang Ye compromised when he heard Mu Anxiao's words.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Yes, I just want to eat that flatbread. If possible," she smiled faintly, "buy more."
"Alright, I'll buy it for you, and then you'll come with me somewhere." Ouyang Ye smiled.
Mu Anxiao hummed and said, "That place is quite far. You can't use your demonic powers, only walk."
"Walk? Why would I walk? You're deliberately making things difficult for me." Ouyang Ye frowned tightly.
Mu Anxiao glared at Ouyang Ye, then stepped forward and stood opposite him, crossing her arms. "Didn't you say you liked me? Since you like me, you must give your true heart. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Isn't buying you flatbread a sign of my true heart?"
"I can fly there and back, anyone can," Mu Anxiao earnestly fabricated. "I once knew a man who liked a girl. The girl wanted roast chicken, so he went to get it, and he walked all the way. In the end, although the girl didn't like him, she was moved. And then... she had bad luck."
"What kind of bad luck?" Ouyang Ye asked curiously, genuinely intrigued.
Mu Anxiao never expected Ouyang Ye to be curious about such a trivial story. Looking at him, she was speechless for a few seconds before saying, "That woman didn't like that man. In the end..." She paused, then gave a dry laugh, "In the end, during childbirth, she had a difficult labor."
"She died?"
"Yes, and the child..." Mu Anxiao didn't know if her explanation was accurate, but she believed Ouyang Ye would definitely listen to her. "Was gone too."
"What about the man?"
"He fell in love with another girl and in the end... they got married and he forgot that woman." Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Ouyang Ye fell silent.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao looked puzzled. "Why aren't you speaking?"
"You said, will I become that man?" Ouyang Ye was engrossed in Mu Anxiao's story.
Mu Anxiao's expression stiffened. "Don't worry, I won't give birth to children for you... Right now, I just want to eat flatbread." She reached out and patted Ouyang Ye's shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing, that man was a young master, and he had horses at home, but the woman asked him to walk, and he walked in the end. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Walk," Ouyang Ye repeated.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Yes. If you walk, I'll be even more willing to follow you. But the premise is, I won't like you."
"You..."
"If you don't go soon, I won't go with you to that place anymore," Mu Anxiao interrupted. She had already thought of a way to treat Feng Qishi.
Ouyang Ye hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Then I'll go. Can you tell me the specific location?"
"There's one not far outside the city, at the village entrance." Mu Anxiao remembered there was a flatbread shop there.
"Then I'm going. Wait for me to come back."
"Okay, go ahead," Mu Anxiao said, her eyes darkening at the thought of Ouyang Ye's untrustworthy nature. "Oh, and you're not allowed to lie to me."
"Why would I lie to you?" Ouyang Ye said lightly, not understanding why Mu Anxiao thought of him that way.
"You used to lie to me often. Let me tell you," Mu Anxiao said righteously, "I still remember the taste of that flatbread. Don't think you can fool me."
"For your sake, I will never be perfunctory."
"You'd better keep your word."
"I keep my word," Ouyang Ye said, about to use his demonic powers.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao quickly said, "You're going to use your demonic powers now? As expected, you..."
"I was just joking with you," Ouyang Ye laughed.
Mu Anxiao snorted and deliberately said, "You'd better come back quickly."
"I know," Ouyang Ye nodded and turned to leave.
Mu Anxiao watched Ouyang Ye's receding figure and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she turned to the direction where Feng Qishi's aura still lingered and muttered, "It should be that way." She then glanced at the direction Ouyang Ye had gone, and then turned to follow the aura.
At the same time, the dirty-faced man, 'led' by Feng Qishi, returned to the room. Feng Qishi could no longer hold on. He immediately said, "Are you alright?" and quickly helped Feng Qishi to the bedside.
Feng Qishi shook his head and sat down with the dirty-faced man's help.
Suddenly, the dirty-faced man became flustered. "What should I do next? You..." He looked down at the sweat beads on Feng Qishi's forehead, his heart filled with worry. "Are... are you really alright?"
"I'm fine," Feng Qishi endured the pain, his hands gripping the edges of the bed.
Hearing Feng Qishi's labored reply, the dirty-faced man's eyes darkened. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Qishi began to cough uncontrollably. "You still say you're fine," he said, quickly bending down to pat Feng Qishi's back.