"Guards, there's an assassin!" The Sixth Prince regained his senses.

How dare someone kidnap a person from the Imperial Hospital, what are the Imperial Guards doing!

"That's not an assassin, that big fool is from the Feng Residence." The Heir Qinghai could see it clearly—the one who had just taken Ye Lingyue away was none other than a guard who came with Prince Feng to the Drunk Immortal Inn's opening earlier on.

That big fool, although a bit simple-minded, undoubtedly possessed top-notch strength. Even if the Imperial Guards were called, they wouldn't be able to catch up to him.

"The Feng Residence, are you talking about that person from Beiqing? When did Ling Yue get to know someone from the Feng Residence?"

"Not just acquainted, I'm afraid the two of them knew each other even earlier than we did. I seem to have forgotten something very important; apart from you and me, there's another person who is a strong suitor of Princess Ye." There was no more smile on the face of the Heir Qinghai.

If he felt he still had a chance against the Sixth Prince, facing that man from Beiqing, the Heir Qinghai felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Because the Heir Qinghai could sense that Ye Lingyue felt differently about him.

After hearing this, the Sixth Prince suddenly remembered the time General Nangong questioned Ye Lingyue and the unwarranted appearance of Prince Feng.

The Beiqing Prince... But then, the Sixth Prince shook his head.

"Ling Yue could not possibly marry Prince Feng. Even if Prince Feng stays apart from the Beiqing Royal Family, he is still royalty, Emperor Beiqing's most beloved nephew. The Beiqing Imperial Family would never allow a princess with foreign blood, moreover, Prince Feng already has a fiancée," the Sixth Prince stated with certainty.

Prince Feng has a fiancée? It was the first time the Heir Qinghai had heard of this.

Snow started falling down densely.

Ye Lingyue was dragged by the Sword Slave, who, without any explanation, hurried towards the Hot Spring Palace in the outskirts.

"Sword Slave, what on earth has happened to Feng Xun?" Ye Lingyue was also utterly confused.

She had just arrived at the Imperial Hospital when the Sword Slave charged in, without saying a word, and pulled her away.

She hadn't even had time to explain the situation at the hospital.

"Do you still have feelings for the Prince in your heart?" Ye Lingyue shouldn't have asked, but once she did, that big fool the Sword Slave became furious.

"What does this have to do with Feng Xun? He is recuperating in the Hot Spring Palace, I can't just run there every day." As Ye Lingyue spoke, her cheeks flushed red.

The last time she was at the Hot Spring Palace, she incidentally saw everything about Feng Xun, and just remembering made her face and ears turn red.

"For your sake, the Prince gave away the Seventh-grade Life Extending Elixir, and now his condition has worsened, he's close to death," said the Sword Slave, a grown man with tears welling up in his eyes.

The Sword Slave had grown up with Feng Xun, who had been lonely and frail since childhood.

This was the first time the Sword Slave saw his master treat someone so well; he had even given away his own life-saving medicine. He suffered from Cold Syndrome in secret, so as not to bother Lady Ye, he insisted that neither he nor Housekeeper Mu should tell Ye Lingyue.

Hearing this, Ye Lingyue felt her heart sink. Feng Xun was dying?

She felt a void in her mind; unable to take in whatever else the Sword Slave was complaining about.

The Seventh-grade Life Extending Elixir was the medicine which guaranteed Feng Xun's survival. No one in Daxia could refine it; it was always sent from Beiqing.

In previous years, due to the warm climate of Daxia, it only took two pills per year for Feng Xun, but this year, the climate was abnormal, and coupled with the serious injury of Ye Huangyu last time, Feng Xun had given away his last Elixir as well.

Little did he know that this year the weather would be exceptional. Having suffered from the cold twice in Li City and although Ye Lingyue had treated him, it was merely a symptomatic treatment, not a cure.

Using the severe cold of the winter day, even the geothermal heat of the Hot Spring Palace couldn't suppress his Cold Syndrome anymore.

"Clang."

Ye Lingyue had just entered the Hot Spring Palace when she heard the sound of something shattering.

"Useless thing, all thumbs."

Old Sir Mu's tired voice carried a hint of anger.

"Housekeeper Mu, the young master's body is too cold, the moment this servant touched him, I couldn't stand the frostbite on my hand."

On the ground lay a broken medicine bowl, a maid was picking up the pieces, her right hand still bore marks of frostbite.

"Old Sir Mu, Feng Xun's illness is so serious, why didn't you inform me earlier?" Ye Lingyue approached the bed and saw Feng Xun on the sickbed with a dark purple complexion, his originally handsome lips nearly turning white.

He was frowning, murmuring softly to himself.

Old Sir Mu also had his own difficulties to speak of.

It was that Prince Feng was unwilling to notify Lady Ye by all means.

"Say no more, have someone prepare more medicine. I'll help him expel the cold." Ye Lingyue placed her hand on Feng Xun's body.

Feng Xun's body felt like a block of ice.

As Ye Lingyue uncovered Feng Xun's clothes, she paused.

The bizarre totem on Feng Xun's body reappeared, and this time, it covered an even larger area.

"Old Sir Mu, when did these engravings appear on Prince Feng's body? Do they always appear when his Cold Syndrome acts up?"

Ye Lingyue had only seen it once at Yunmeng Swamp.

Last time at the Hot Spring Palace, Feng Xun was also undressed, but there had been no such strange engravings on his body.

Old Sir Mu had accompanied Feng Xun for many years and was most familiar with his affairs.

"It seems that Prince Feng had them since he was a child, the worst was when the previous Prince Feng and his wife died. When Emperor Beiqing rescued the young master, his entire body was covered with these bizarre engravings, even on his face," Old Sir Mu recalled the past with a lingering sense of fear.

Everyone thought then that the young master was more likely to meet a grim fate, just like Prince Feng and his wife.

But when Emperor Beiqing searched the battlefield for days and nights, and finally saved the young master, he was nearly breathless.

The strange totem had even spread to the young master's face, turning his originally handsome appearance into one resembling Asura.

It was Emperor Beiqing who requested several reclusive alchemists from Beiqing's Star Sacrificial Tower, in conjunction with Fang Venerate Chen Hongru, to treat the young master together.

After seven days and seven nights, the young master was finally revived, and the engravings on his body disappeared.

With each episode of Cold Syndrome after that, the area covered by the engravings on the young master's body was never as extensive as the first time.

But ever since arriving in Daxia, especially after Miss Ling Yue's treatment, although the master's condition had stabilized somewhat, the area affected by the engravings seemed to have expanded significantly.

This matter had also been noticed only by Old Sir Mu, who had served Feng Xun for many years, even Sword Slave, the big fool, had not detected it.

Old Sir Mu had secretly raised this issue with the young master, but the master asked him not to tell anyone, including Lady Ye, perhaps because the young master was worried that if Lady Ye knew, she would have concerns.

To the young master, Lady Ye was his treasure. Such a dire state was the last thing he wanted Lady Ye to see, which probably explained why he had always forbidden them from telling Lady Ye about the aggravation of his condition.