Xiao Yan did not deliberately hold on to it, but let Xiao Yi Xian take back the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture.
"This is a poison scripture. What do you want it for?" Xiao Yan asked deliberately.
"I... I'm just a humble physician. Naturally, I need some poison to protect myself."
A shadow flickered through Xiao Yi Xian's eyes before she said, "Do you think everyone is as powerful as you?"
"Hehe, be my girl and I'll protect you." Xiao Yan started bombarding her with his nonsense again.
"You..." Xiao Yi Xian suddenly glanced at him, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes.
"I advise you to give up on that idea. I probably won't ever marry." Xiao Yi Xian chuckled and shook her head, but a barely perceptible sorrow lingered on her face.
"What, did some scumbag hurt you?" Xiao Yan asked, still unconcerned.
"No, but I'm afraid a scumbag like you might." A bright smile suddenly returned to her face.
"Heh, woman, are you playing hard to get with me?"
The corner of Xiao Yan's mouth curled into a crooked Dragon King smirk. Looking at Xiao Yi Xian, he said casually, "No woman this young master sets his sights on can escape the palm of his hand. Kekeke."
"You're so annoying. You're actually quite handsome when you aren't acting like a lunatic. Promise me you'll stop being such an idiot, okay?" Xiao Yi Xian said earnestly.
You dare speak to this Emperor's Son like that? You're simply courting death. Xiao Yan silently mocked her, then smiled lazily. "All this is yours. Hurry up and put it away."
"No need. These herbs and the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture are enough for me. I'm not as rich as Young Master Xiao Yan, with a Storage Ring on his hand."
Xiao Yi Xian