Murong Feiyan said, "As soon as I heard that trouble had broken out in Xiezhou, I went there to find you. But I found no news of you there, so I guessed you would come to Capital City."
Hu Xiaotian said, "Why did you think I would come back to Capital City?"
Murong Feiyan said, "Because you're a fool. If you knew something had happened to your family, you would come here regardless of the consequences."
"I thought you always saw me as someone who clung to life and feared death."
Murong Feiyan bit her cherry-red lips. "You're not..." Before she could finish, she broke into a violent fit of coughing. She covered her mouth, and the force of her coughs brought a faint flush to her pale, lovely face. Only after a great effort did the coughing stop. When she looked at her palm, it was stained with fresh red blood. She had actually coughed up blood.
Filled with worry, Hu Xiaotian said, "You're coughing up blood. Let me take a look."
Murong Feiyan shook her head. "It's nothing serious. My meridians are damaged, that's all. Medicine won't help. I'll need some time to rest before I can recover."
"I'll go find Eunuch Quan."
Murong Feiyan reached out and caught Hu Xiaotian's sleeve. "Don't go!"
Looking at the haggard Murong Feiyan, Hu Xiaotian felt a pang of sorrow. She had endured countless hardships to rescue him and had even been imprisoned because of him, yet he could not tell her the truth. What pain, what torment that was.
Murong Feiyan said, "I really like the short blade you gave me..."
Hu Xiaotian nodded, his eyes already reddening. He said softly, "Don't worry. Eunuch Quan has promised not to pursue the matter of you and Zhan Peng trying to assassinate