Chapter 226: The Only Weak Spot

She stored all the gold, silver and jewels into the space, and with a thought, she also moved out the corpse of the black‑clad assassin who tried to kill her today.

"They're all for storing things; what's different about what you store?" Looking at the corpse on the ground, Chi Nan Yi's smile grew broader.

She was very eager to see the old fox's reaction when he saw this scene.

After leaving the Qin family, Chi Nan Yi did not return to the inn, but headed north toward the outskirts of the city.

Scaling the city wall, Chi Nan Yi kept moving, using light footwork, racing at great speed toward the military camp.

At this moment, in the camp, Mo Junyan was still looking at the defensive formation map that Chi Nan Yi had given him.

Just then, Yun Shui hurried over.

"Prince."

"What is it?"

"Miss Chi has been ambushed."

Mo Junyan's brows knit tightly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "What? Ambushed?"

"Yes." Yun Shui took a note and handed it over: "It was sent by Young Master Yunfan."

Mo Junyan took the note, read its contents, then abruptly rose and sprinted toward the tent's entrance; Yun Shui hurriedly said, "Prince, the wheelchair."

Mo Junyan thought for a moment, then sat back in the wheelchair, which Yun Shui pushed out.

Just then, a deputy commander with an anxious expression came over: "Prince, the junior general..."

Before he could finish, Mo Junyan had already stepped over him.

Zhao Yan was startled; could there be urgent military news?

He hurriedly followed behind, whispering to Yun Shui: "Yun Wei, what happened?"

"Hmm."

Upon hearing that, Zhao Yan quickly volunteered: "Is there an enemy raid? The junior general intended to go."

"Worse than an enemy raid."

"What?"

Worse than an enemy raid?

No wonder the Prince was so urgent.

"Prince..."

"Who comes?" Outside the camp, several soldiers brandishing spears encircled Chi Nan Yi.

She removed the mask from her face, but aside from Yun Shui, no one in the camp recognized her.

Sneaking into the camp at night, anyone would treat her as a spy.

"Night intrusion of the tent without a written order: all will be exterminated."

"I came to see Prince Li."

"Audacious! Prince Li's Highness is not someone you can just see whenever you wish?" The soldier at the camp gate shouted angrily: "Speak! What are you doing in the tent?"

"She came to see This Prince."

A deep voice sounded from behind; the soldier at the gate turned, saw the newcomer, and hurriedly knelt.

"Prince."

Yun Shui pushed Mo Junyan forward to stand before Chi Nan Yi.

Mo Junyan hadn't expected to see her here; when he first heard her voice in the camp, he thought he was hallucinating.

Now she stood right before him; Mo Junyan reached out and grasped Chi Nan Yi's hand, which was slightly reddened from the cold, his brows furrowed, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Why come at this hour? It's so cold—why aren't you wearing a great coat? Wearing only a cloak will freeze you to death, won't it?"

Mo Junyan stared at her, chattering concern for a long while, completely oblivious to the chins of the soldiers behind him that had already dropped to the ground.

They thought, "The Prince is..."

"This is..."

"What are they doing?"

They actually held a man's hand and... were asking after his health!

Heavenly Prince! Could it be... that the Prince is a cut‑sleeve?

In their lifetime, they could actually witness this scene!

They wanted to watch but feared being gouged out, so they turned away, sneaking a quick glance back.

At least it wasn't a wasted life.

Chi Nan Yi naturally noticed their gazes; she withdrew her hand from Mo Junyan's grasp, her expression a little uneasy.

"I came to find you; I have some things to say..."

Mo Junyan looked at the expression on her face, then at his now‑empty hand, his heart sinking, wondering if Old Chi had told her something that unsettled her.

Recalling Old Chi's words again, his brows furrowed, eyes darkening slightly; his palm brimming with internal force, he patted the wheelchair beneath him, and it instantly changed direction.

"Come into the tent and speak!"

Chi Nan Yi naturally sensed his oddness, but under everyone's watchful eyes she could say nothing, so she followed him into the tent.

Just inside the tent, Yun Shui poured water, preparing to hand it to her.

"Thank you, Yun..."

She took the teacup, and before she could finish thanking, a "Bang" sounded and Yun Shui was blasted out of the tent by a hidden force.

He flew more than twenty meters away, landing right onto Zhao Yan, who was heading into the tent.

Chi Nan Yi glanced at the teacup in her hand, momentarily stunned; the next instant, the world spun, her wrist seized by a large hand, her back suddenly slammed against a cold pillar.

Seemingly fearing the cold, Mo Junyan's other hand quickly placed itself between her back and the pillar; the warmth of his palm through the fabric made her chest tighten.

The teacup in Chi Nan Yi's hand fell to the ground with a crisp clink, tea spilling everywhere; the sharp tea fragrance rushed close, making Chi Nan Yi startle, between the two

The crisp tea fragrance, mingled with his unique cold aura, suddenly drew near and wrapped her tightly.

Sensing his unusualness, Chi Nan Yi was startled, lifted her gaze and collided into his bottomless black eyes; their breaths intertwined, just a hair's breadth away from their noses touching.

Mo Junyan's eyes swirled with a pain she couldn't comprehend, but the instant his gaze met hers, he forcibly looked away.

After a while, he slowly released his hand, stared at the purple hue spreading on her wrist, and his eyes were full of annoyance.

His fingertips gently brushed her delicate wrist, his voice hoarse: "Chi Nan Yi, don't leave me."

"Mo Junyan."

Before she could speak, Mo Junyan reached out and covered her mouth: "Don't call my name like that yet; I have something to tell you."

"What words?"

Mo Junyan looked at her, his throat rolled, and in a low voice said: "Chi Nan Yi, actually... actually I've liked you since a very early time."

"Very early? How early?"

"... when you were very young," Mo Junyan's breath was slightly unsettled, his eyes showing a tension anyone could see: "It was your first entry into the Palace, when you got lost in the Imperial Garden and met the badly wounded me. At that time my Mother Consort had already passed away, and I, a powerless prince, was being bullied in the Palace. It was you, it was you who made me see hope again. From that moment I resolved to rise to prominence, to grasp power, and to protect you completely for a lifetime. Chi Nan Yi, could you..."

"Mo Junyan." Without waiting for him to finish, Chi Nan Yi interrupted: "Is this still the Mo Junyan I know?"

"Hmm?"

"The Mo Junyan I know is confident, unshaken even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him." Chi Nan Yi pressed his hand back, her warm palm smoothing his uneasy heartbeat: "But what's wrong with you today? Even your speech is trembling."

Mo Junyan heard this, gave a wry smile and shook his head: "Indeed, in front of anyone I can be the lofty, cold‑proud Prince Li, but not before you. Whenever it concerns you, I cannot steady my mind. Before you arrived, Yun Shui said you had been ambushed. It seems ever since meeting me, trouble has never left your side. Some have said I am a disaster star; anyone I care about meets a bad end. My Mother Consort died, the Bai family was annihilated, even the Situ Family suffered a catastrophic ruin. If it weren't for me, perhaps... perhaps none of this would have happened. I fear you might also be hurt; if you are injured because of me, I will never forgive myself in this life. I fear your injury, your disappearance, your retreat out of fear of me. Even my own affection for you, I fear, might be abrupt for you."

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Chi Nan Yi's shoulder, speaking hoarsely: "Chi Nan Yi, I, Mo Junyan, am fearless all my life, but only you are my soft spot."