"I was just putting a teapot down, you don't need to be so jumpy," Mu Anxiao glanced at Ouyang Ye on the bed, her mind preoccupied with the soul sword and the insects.
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, Ouyang Ye deliberately said, "If you don't want to sit here, I'll make some space for you, let you..."
"Are you faking it?" Mu Anxiao intended to interrupt Ouyang Ye, knowing that he wouldn't say anything good at this moment.
"Since you want me to recuperate well, don't make too many movements. I like quiet," Ouyang Ye said, turning inward.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao also turned her head to face Ouyang Ye. "Since you like quiet so much, I'll go out and not disturb you." With that, she prepared to get up.
"Do you want to go out that badly? It seems I'm not even as good as a sword," Ouyang Ye said, turning back to look at Mu Anxiao, who was staring at him. "Come here, cover me with the blanket."
"It's something you can do yourself, don't push your luck," Mu Anxiao said. Recalling Ouyang Ye's words, she then sneered, "You're ridiculous, even jealous of a weapon. Is this interesting?"
"You want to find the soul sword now," Ouyang Ye stated calmly.
"I didn't say that."
"Then why are you so eager to leave here and not want to stay with me? You...?" Ouyang Ye said, turning back to Mu Anxiao. "Are you going to find Jiong Ye?"
"You should rest well. Talking so much is not conducive to your wound recovery."
"You're concerned about me," Ouyang Ye laughed hysterically.
Mu Anxiao looked at the eccentric Ouyang Ye and couldn't be bothered to think further. She stood up. "If you die, it won't do me any good," she said. She walked to the bedside and lowered her head to stare at Ouyang Ye's face.
Ouyang Ye raised his head to look at Mu Anxiao and pointed to the blanket covering half of his body.
Upon seeing this, Mu Anxiao immediately bent over and roughly pulled the blanket, covering Ouyang Ye completely. "Close your eyes, don't look at me," she said, meeting Ouyang Ye's gaze.
Ouyang Ye's eyes held a smile. "It would be nice if you could be a little gentler."
"You want me to be gentle?" Mu Anxiao's lips curved upwards slightly.
Ouyang Ye nodded with a smile.
Instantly, as Ouyang Ye reacted, Mu Anxiao's face fell. "I'm just this rough. If you want someone to serve you gently, it's simple," she straightened up and crossed her arms. "Go back to the palace and find that woman to serve you. I guarantee she'll be so gentle she'll... die."
"Sit down," Ouyang Ye was not angry, but rather gentle.
Mu Anxiao frowned. "I won't sit down..."
"As long as you listen to me, I'll let you go find A Xue and the others," Ouyang Ye gently interrupted Mu Anxiao.
"Really?" Mu Anxiao was moved.
Ouyang Ye nodded with a smile.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao sat on the edge of the bed without thinking. "What do you want to say, say it," she crossed her legs and stared at Ouyang Ye's face.
Ouyang Ye looked at Mu Anxiao's posture, his lips curled. "Do you think I would kill Jiong Ye?"
"How can you kill him here?" Mu Anxiao feigned ignorance.
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, Ouyang Ye was not impatient, but rather smiled again. "I can order my subordinates to kill him," he said patiently.
Mu Anxiao blinked. "His original sin wasn't that severe, but..." she said, glancing at Ouyang Ye's abdomen, and continued, "What he did to you was indeed excessive. I think... with your cunning and vengeful nature, you would probably kill him."
"You think he deserved it," Ouyang Ye understood this meaning from Mu Anxiao's words.
Mu Anxiao faked a smile. "If I were on your side, I would say he deserved it, but..." She took a deep breath. "I'm neutral. I think you two are even."
Ouyang Ye frowned.
Mu Anxiao looked down at Ouyang Ye's slightly furrowed brow and instinctively reached out to poke him. "I'm just stating my opinion. If you want to kill him, I can't say anything, but," she continued to tap Ouyang Ye's forehead, "I don't think it's necessary for you to kill him."
"What do you mean?" Ouyang Ye asked. As he reached out to grab Mu Anxiao's finger, she withdrew it. Seeing this, he smiled helplessly.
Mu Anxiao crossed her arms. "His abilities are actually on par with A Xue's."
"You know him quite well," Ouyang Ye said, suddenly extending his arm towards Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked confused. "What are you doing?"
"Help me up," Ouyang Ye said calmly.
Mu Anxiao clicked her tongue. "Isn't it fine for you to talk lying down? Why do you have to get up, it's so troublesome?" She showed no intention of helping him.
Seeing this, Ouyang Ye was speechless for a few seconds at Mu Anxiao's reaction. He said, "I want to be at eye level with you. Talking like this makes me dizzy."
"Lying down..."
"Help me up," Ouyang Ye emphasized.
Mu Anxiao, having no other choice with Ouyang Ye, swallowed and reluctantly extended her hand to grasp his arm. Then, she pulled him up in a few swift motions. "There," she let go.
Ouyang Ye sat up, met Mu Anxiao's gaze, and suddenly smiled.
Mu Anxiao looked at Ouyang Ye's smiling face up close and was stunned. "No, you're not that close to death, what are you smiling about?" She disliked Ouyang Ye's behavior and became displeased.
Ouyang Ye said, "Continue."
"Continue what?" Mu Anxiao was again bewildered by Ouyang Ye's sudden statement.
"I thought what you were saying was quite good, so continue," Ouyang Ye assumed they had reached an understanding and gave a brief reminder.
However, Mu Anxiao truly did not understand what Ouyang Ye was talking about. So, she closed her mouth, signaling to Ouyang Ye that she didn't understand.
After staring at each other for a few seconds, Ouyang Ye realized they lacked even this basic understanding. He sighed lightly, accepting the reality, and said calmly, "You said A Xue and Jiong Ye are on par."
"They were always on par," Mu Anxiao responded gently.
Ouyang Ye cleared his throat. "No, I mean, do you have some specific plans?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Anxiao was completely confused.
Ouyang Ye remained patient. "Meaning, do you think I shouldn't kill Jiong Ye? That he's still useful to me?"
"You brought him here because you valued his abilities, but... what surprised me was," Mu Anxiao smiled, "that you, Ouyang Ye, such a cold-blooded monster, are actually so petty."
"I'm not petty," Ouyang Ye's eyes darted away.