Chapter 236: Using Their Own Methods Against Them

What a waste—such precious incense, I only have this one stick. Do you deserve to use it? Mu Yuanzhi said, then her smile vanished.

The hope in Pei Yunxi's eyes instantly turned to hatred; she glared furiously at Mu Yuanzhi, wishing she could kill her with her gaze.

"Your eyes are really in the way—believe it or not, I'll dig them out!" Qilin leaned in toward Pei Yunxi, making a move to strike.

Anyway, Pei Yunxi is now in their hands—they can do whatever they want with her!

Mu Yuanzhi, having opened the medicine box, said: "All right, Qilin, stop wasting words with her—let's begin."

Qilin: "Okay!"

Although no Tibetan incense was burned, to prevent Pei Yunxi from dying during the transfusion and affecting the rescue, Mu Yuanzhi still gave her anesthetic.

But the anesthetic's effect is limited; during the bloodletting, Pei Yunxi still felt excruciating pain!

Only now did she clearly feel how painful it had been when Mu Yuanzhi previously gave her a blood transfusion—her anesthetic then had been the best from the Imperial Medical Institute, whereas Mu Yuanzhi's was not.

Detestable Mu Yuanzhi, this is "using her own methods to treat her own body"!

The monk's movements were rough; already feeling unwell, Pei Yunxi felt she would faint any moment, yet she couldn't.

A certain acupoint of hers was pressed by the monk, so she wouldn't faint.

Mu Yuanzhi was fully focused on pulling the arrowhead from Pei Shangnian, Gu Rongjin immobilized his limbs to keep him from writhing in pain, and Qilin was staunching his bleeding.

Pei Yunxi weakly glanced over, nearly fainting; the blood she had painstakingly donated was just wasted by Pei Shangnian!

How much more blood does he have to lose?!

Pei Yunxi felt no sympathy for this full-blooded brother; compared to Pei Shangling, he was utterly useless, never lifting a finger normally, and now he wanted to cling to life with her blood!

Money-losing good-for-nothing!

Worse, she was forced to save this money-losing good-for-nothing!

The damned woman swore she would kill them all!

Sensing the killing intent in Pei Yunxi's heart, the monk twisted hard, causing her blood to flow backward; the pain turned her face deathly pale, almost leaving her with no breath in or out.

The transfusion was slow and dangerous; Mu Yuanzhi carefully watched Pei Shangnian's reactions the whole time. The unconscious man grimaced tightly, occasionally spasming, but thanks to Gu Rongjin firmly holding him down, the treatment wasn't interrupted by his thrashing.

Seeing Mu Yuanzhi's forehead drenched in cold sweat, Gu Rongjin, unable to bear it, began to channel his inner energy into Pei Shangnian.

"Rongjin, are you draining your inner energy again?" Mu Yuanzhi asked, unable to bear it.

"It's fine, just give him a little—it'll lighten your load." Gu Rongjin smiled.

Mu Yuanzhi felt warm inside.

She knew he wouldn't do this if it weren't for her; transferring inner energy is taxing on the body and takes several days to recover.

Last time she was injured at the Grand General's Manor, he gave her a lot of inner energy.

He always does this for her, disregarding himself.

Mu Yuanzhi steadied her resolve and focused even more intently on treating Pei Shangnian.

After about half an hour, Pei Shangnian, with the arrowhead fully removed, having received Pei Yunxi's blood and Gu Rongjin's inner energy, finally made it back from the brink of death.

Mu Yuanzhi let out a long breath, took the towel Gu Rongjin handed her, and wiped her face.

"You've worked hard."

"No, you're the one who's worked hard."

Before Pei Yunxi completely passed out, she saw the two of them so lovingly entwined; she couldn't catch her breath and fainted completely.

The monk stood up, brushed off his black robe with distaste, fearing to get anything on it—though it was already stained with much of Pei Yunxi's blood.

"Qilin, get me a towel too."

"You're being fussy—just go take a bath and change clothes." As Qilin stood up, he felt dizzy and almost couldn't keep his balance.

The monk frowned: "What's wrong, you're this weak?"

"You're the weak one—this weather is stuffy and unbearable; is it strange to get a bit of heatstroke?"

Hearing that, Mu Yuanzhi looked over: "Qilin, your complexion looks a bit off."

"It's fine—I might just be a little low on qi and blood lately; I'll grab a few doses of medicine and be fine." Qilin waved his hand: "No need to make a fuss."

"All right." Mu Yuanzhi nodded; she was also a bit tired and wanted to rest.

Turning to look at Pei Shangnian on the sickbed, she said: "This went smoothly; I think he'll wake up in a couple of days."

As for Pei Yunxi…

"Throw Pei Yunxi back into the prison." Mu Yuanzhi said.

Qilin: "Not kill her?"

Mu Yuanzhi: "I prefer to watch her struggle on the brink of death, desperately fighting to survive."

Just killing her like that would be too easy.

Qilin thought that made sense.

At that moment, someone knocked on the outer gate: "Young Master Jin, the enemy army calls out, demanding we return the Fifth Prince, or they'll attack immediately!"

Everyone in the room stared at each other.

Mu Yuanzhi curled her lips: "Pei Shangyan is being this bold this time?"

Gu Rongjin: "I doubt it; he's just trying to scare us, afraid we'll be unfavorable to Pei Shangnian?"

Anyway, he doesn't believe it.

"But I'll still go consult with Prince Jia and the others—you rest well." Gu Rongjin gently patted Mu Yuanzhi's cheek.

Mu Yuanzhi nodded.

After an hour, Gu Rongjin returned, bringing major news: "Good news, they agreed with my idea; better news, we've decided to use the opportunity to approach Xiangcheng!"

Mu Yuanzhi asked in surprise: "Are we going to fight?"

"No fight—we calculated that Pei Shangyan wouldn't dare attack; he'll only strike from the rear." Gu Rongjin said confidently.

Qilin: "What does 'strike from the rear' mean? Ah, retreat!"

He blinked his eyes and looked at Mu Yuanzhi: "Are you really that timid?"

Mu Yuanzhi thought for a moment and said: "I don't know whether Pei Shangyan will, but the emperor might really do it."

Gu Rongjin said: "We can't keep dragging this out with them; we have to strike while the iron's hot—if they won't dare, we'll charge ahead."

Qilin said: "Not even a word has come back from the Cloud Mirror Pavilion, and I don't know how he is."

"Never mind him; he has his own way, we just need to look after ourselves."

When Pei Yunxi woke up, she was dazed for a long time before realizing she was back in the great prison, curled up like a dying dog clinging to life, her hatred for Mu Yuanzhi sustaining her—as long as she had a breath left, she would not die easily.

"Princess Yunxi."

Someone called her.

Anyone who now calls her Princess Yunxi, she uniformly judges as mocking.

Pei Yunxi strained to turn her head to look at the woman imprisoned not far away.

This woman was called A Zi, heard to have once been a subordinate of Gu Rongjin, but was locked up here after competing for Mu Yuanzhi's affection.

If it weren't for wanting to see her in the great prison, Pei Yunxi might have tried to win her over.

But in the great prison, what use would that be?

Pei Yunxi had no intention of dealing with A Zi; she closed her eyes.