She drooled at the sight, while Qi Xingyun's face beside her gradually paled.

He stared at the blood on the cutting board. Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his chest, a wave of panic.

His breathing became somewhat rapid, and then sweat beaded on his forehead.

Suddenly, Qi Xingyun's vision went dark and he slid off the stool.

As a result, the chair also fell over, and the teacup on the table was knocked over.

Upon hearing the sound, Yang Ruqing instinctively turned her head to look around.

Seeing Qi Xingyun curled up on the ground, clutching her head and struggling there, she was truly startled.

He couldn't even bother to learn from others, so he quickly shouted at the door: "Come quick, master has fallen!"

The guard burst through the door and, seeing Qi Xingyun like this, was also taken aback.

Yang Ruqing immediately stepped aside to let the guards help him.

"Master..."

The guard had just arrived at Qixingyun's side, his hand just about to touch Qixingyun's arm.

Suddenly, a fierce palm strike hit the guard. He flew backward, crashed into the wall behind him, and was thrown back to the ground. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood and struggled for a few moments before passing out.

On the other side, Qixingyun was convulsing on the ground, holding his head in his hands and letting out pained groans like a trapped beast.

Even the cook was taken aback when he saw the deer meat, his knife slipping from his grasp and landing at his feet.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ruqing was stunned.

What's going on?

The dignified King Qi Xingyun, who always smiles when he meets people and never seems to lose his composure or reveal his volatile temper, could actually have such a violent side?

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Could he be mentally ill, like having schizophrenia, if he even attacks his own guards?

"Get out of here first!"

This is a simple example.

Yang Ruqing waved her hand at the chef, who, as if granted amnesty, scrambled out of the elegant room.

Then, Yang Ruoqing came to Qixingyun's side.

"Cloud King, how are you? Can you hear me?"

She wouldn't dare to easily help him up. Qi Xingyun's martial arts prowess was not to be underestimated.

She certainly wouldn't want to end up like that unfortunate guard.

Qi Xingyun still clutched her head, twitching on the ground with pained groans.

"Are you having a headache? If you can hear me, try to control your emotions and don't hit me. Let me take a look at your head. I have some medical skills, you know!" Yang Ruqing continued.

Qi Xingyun's twitching continued, but a labored voice emerged from his lips: "Yang girl, save...save me..."

Save him?

Has he regained some of his sanity?

To save? Or not to save?

It seems like it doesn't harm her.

If he was injured, she would be the last person to have contact with him, and it would be her fault.

Then, when the Emperor investigates, she will be the prime suspect. She might be able to escape for herself, but what about her parents and children at home?

What about Tang Ya Zi's future? What about his younger brother, Da An's career?

Gritting her teeth, she had to save him!

Yang Ruqing was on guard, but at the same time, she had squatted down beside Qi Xingyun.

She flipped Qixingyun over so he was facing her.

Thankfully, she flipped him over and he didn't hit her.

"Is it a headache? Let me rub it for you!" she said, trying to lower her voice so that it sounded friendly and kind, without any hint of aggression.

Whether it was because of her voice or his own effort to control himself, Yang Ruohong's hand smoothly touched Qi Xingyun's forehead.

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His forehead was icy cold, covered in a sheen of sweat.

Under her skin, the tendons and veins pulsed visibly, throbbing gently beneath her fingertips.

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She had headaches like this before, and she knew all too well the feeling of her head about to explode.

“Qi Xingyun, don't get nervous, relax, just do what I say...”

Her soft and gentle voice reached Qi Xingyun's ears.

Because she saw him in so much pain, his eyes were losing focus, and all the color seemed to be draining from his body, rushing into his eyes.

If I don't get a hold of myself soon, I'm going to go crazy again.

"Breathe deeply, breathe deeply, don't think about anything else, from now on, you can only hear my voice..."

Yang Ruqing continued, her fingers busily moving on Qi Xingyun's forehead.

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Moderate pressure kneading and rubbing...

Coincidentally, there was 'Peach Blossom Wine' on this table. She dabbed some wine between her fingers and rubbed his forehead again.

His hair is very smooth and silky, with a high hairline that reveals a full and open forehead.

At this moment, he lay flat on the ground, his sword brows furrowed together, his eyes tightly shut.

Her long eyelashes fell down, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! ?

This was Yang Ruoqing's first time, so close up, carefully observing his features.

It's undeniable, this man is truly handsome.

This eyebrow, eye, and facial features are three-dimensional and handsome. Every curve is just right.

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but sigh, in this ancient times, was the air not polluted, everything was purely natural?

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So, between heaven and earth, there is much more spiritual energy, thus, it can nurture such a handsome and extraordinary man?

From Luofengtang to Muyizchuan, from Zuo Junmo to Qixingyun, and also Dangan and Zou Liner...

Each and every one of them looks so good, with excellent appearance and temperament.

Even, Mu Zi Chuan and Da An's appearances could make women jealous!

While massaging, my mind wandered.

Suddenly, a weight settled on my leg.

She looked down and was taken aback.

Because she sat on the ground to make it convenient for her to massage his head, they were at a 90-degree angle to each other.

Originally lying flat, Qi Xingyun rolled over and actually rested her head on her legs.

And, he reached out and hugged her legs tightly.

She instinctively wanted to push him down. Sister's legs are not your pillow.

He barely pushed, and the man who was in a coma actually resisted.

This resistance wasn't a violent beating, but rather like a child, she shrunk her body in with a sense of grievance and panic, clutching at her legs even tighter.

“Mother…

His dreamlike voice entered Yang Ruqing's ears, and she was stunned.

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His hand hesitated in mid-air.

Is this a nightmare?

Dreamed of your mother?

“Mother, please don't leave, don't abandon Yun'er...”

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His mumbled voice, fragmented and indistinct, drifted into Yang Ruqing's ears.

That handsome face, pale as though it belonged to a ghost.

His whole body was trembling slightly, as if he were experiencing something terrible.

I wanted to push his hand away, but gently rested it on his head.

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Gently stroking his ink-black hair: “Yun'er, don't be afraid, your mother is here…”

Yang Ruoqing stroked Qi Xingyun's ink hair over and over again, repeating the sentence over and over.

Formerly, I thought that princes like him, who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, were pampered darlings of the wealthy.

He went to the military camp for training at around ten years old and earned the honor of being the Great Qi War God before he turned twenty.

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