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I cautiously opened one eye and saw Song Mingyu resting against the headboard. His long eyelashes resembled tiny brushes, and every feature of his—eyes, nose—was perfectly proportioned, making him quite pleasing to the eye.
I couldn't help but sigh inwardly; it just wasn't fair.
"Awake?"
As usual, my father was sharp; he immediately saw through my pretense of sleeping. He stroked his beard and said earnestly, "Jiu Jiu, Mingyu truly cares for you. Ever since you left, he has been searching for you everywhere. Today, he even happened to save you."
"Ugh, he just didn't want me to die on the street and be dragged away by a dog; that would reflect poorly on him. Besides, isn't this all his fault anyway?"
I shot a glare at Song Mingyu, my lips pouting so much they could hold an oil pot.
"Jiu Jiu, how could I possibly harm you?" His expression dimmed as he stared at me blankly, looking genuinely sad, which made me feel a twinge of guilt.
Thankfully, my mother was considerate. She held one of my hands and one of Song Mingyu's with the other, smiling gently as she said, "Although the Divine Oracle has declared that your fates are intertwined, Jiu Jiu's strange illness has worsened. We can't rush into your marriage just yet."
Upon hearing this, I instantly cheered up, tears of gratitude welling in my eyes, nearly spilling over.
But then my mother continued, "I've heard that there's a Hermit in Qian Deng Town who can cure your illness. I want Mingyu to take you there; it would be best if you returned before the end of the year. Your father and I, along with Uncle Song, will prepare the wedding banquet at home, just waiting for your return."
My smile instantly froze on my lips. What? You want me to go all the way with this "poison," Song Mingyu, to seek some ridiculous cure? Isn't that asking for my life?
"Mother, have you lost your mind?" I exclaimed as I raised my hand in protest.
In contrast to me, Song Mingyu nodded and said seriously, "Don't worry, Auntie. I will bring Jiu Jiu back safely."
Facing my tearful expression, he pressed his lips together and smiled faintly. To me, that smile seemed rather scheming.
I shivered inexplicably. What on earth was this Song "Poison" up to?
Song Mingyu must have been a monk in his past life, or perhaps he died foolishly.
He didn't like eating vegetarian food and preferred meat, yet whenever he saw me with grease all over my face, he looked utterly displeased.
I was being driven out the door, while my parents wiped their happy tears as they sent me and Song Mingyu to the city gate. I've seen people who deceive others, but I've never seen parents who deceive their own daughter like this.
"Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't marry me even if it was Scarred and Lame? Then why are you going along with my parents to see some miracle doctor? This isn't like you, Song Mingyu." I looked at him in confusion, my eyes filled with disbelief.
He paused for a moment before slowly replying, "What do you think there is?"
I triumphantly jumped in front of him, suddenly enlightened as I pointed at him and said, "Don't make me guess— you like me, right?"
Song Mingyu helplessly shook his head, sizing me up from head to toe before coldly responding, "Zhu Jiu Jiu, you're overthinking it. I'm helping you just to repay your parents' life-saving grace, that's all."
Hearing Song Mingyu say this made me feel incredibly disappointed.
I bit my finger, looking sorrowful. I had only spoken a bit too much, moved a little too energetically, and perhaps lacked in looks.
Putting all that aside, I can consider myself a beauty in Chang'an. If you have eyes but can't appreciate it, that's your fault, Song Mingyu.
I shot him a disdainful glance and said, "Song Poison, don't think I'll die without you. If you don't want to go, just split the silver and we can part ways."
"Do as you wish. You go your way, and don't even think about the silver," he shrugged, striding forward with a confident gait, his figure resembling a tall and sturdy cypress tree.
Oh, great. He wants to cut off my financial support so that I have no choice but to rely on him.
I inwardly scorned him but couldn't help but quicken my pace to catch up. "Wait for me... Song Poison."
He halted, frowned, and turned to make a stopping gesture towards me. "Zhu Jiu Jiu, keep your distance. I don't want you throwing up on me later. Out here in the wilderness, I don't have spare clothes to change into."
I helplessly held my stomach, feeling miserable. Even if I wanted to throw up now, I couldn't; I hadn't eaten anything for half a day, and my legs were starting to feel weak, making me feel a bit lightheaded.
Fortunately, Song Mingyu often traveled far and was familiar with the roads. It didn't take long for us to find an inn.
When I saw the signboard, I couldn't help but exclaim. What was it called? "Fated to Meet Immortals Inn"? So it seems everyone staying here is destined to meet some immortals?
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