Chapter 10: I Trust You!

Luo Qianfan remained motionless, silently fuming. Did this man really treat this place like his own home? He was so unceremonious, summoning her at will and dismissing her just as easily, as if she were some pushover...

“If you want treatment, there’s no need to come here in person,” she said. “Prince Yu, to be honest, your illness is both difficult and simple to treat. It’s complicated—if you’re not careful during the process, it could even be life-threatening.”

She smiled playfully, her pink lips curling just so. “Coincidentally, I’m feeling a bit unwell today. If I accidentally make a wrong move or go too deep with the needles, well...”

In other words, if she were to treat him now, the risk would be enormous. If anything went wrong and he ended up worse off, she had warned him beforehand—no one could blame her then.

Indeed, it was never wise to underestimate a woman, especially one who played the fool to conceal her true strength. Their schemes were unpredictable and impossible to evade.

Dongfang Yuyue watched Luo Qianfan, still dressed in her masculine attire, speaking to herself as if performing a scene. It amused him. Taking the advice of Guifang Chiming to seek treatment at Yingu Valley was proving to be a wise decision.

Guifang Chiming had no idea that once again, their master was being unknowingly praised.

Dongfang Yuyue fixed his gaze on Luo Qianfan’s delicate face and, with a faintly mischievous yet calm voice, said, “Without defenses, I trust you.”

Those simple words stirred a tempest in Luo Qianfan’s heart, waves of emotion rising and falling, refusing to subside for a long while.

For someone she had met only twice to utter those three words—“I trust you”—how laughable she must have seemed to herself before.

Luo Qianfan was genuinely moved, if only for a moment. Abandoning her earlier teasing tone, she spoke seriously.

“Witchcraft is known as the most insidious and cruel magic in the world. Once cast, it binds the victim’s body and harms both the enemy and the caster. The practitioner only has one chance—it must be a decisive strike to succeed.”

“That is why few dare to master it; it’s a gamble with one’s life. Moreover, timing, location, and harmony with the environment are all crucial factors.”

“Such deep hatred must drive a person to take such a risk.” She paused before asking, “Is it truly just to kill you?”

Dongfang Yuyue’s gaze held a hidden meaning as he stared at her. Luo Qianfan cleared her throat.

“But what puzzles me more is how this person managed to strike Prince Yu, who is usually untouched by such matters. Your Highness, could you shed some light on this?”

Guifang blushed, and if one looked closely, the evasion in his eyes would reveal the truth.

Dongfang Yuyue: “...”

Some people simply cannot keep up appearances for even a second before revealing their true selves.

Luo Qianfan quickly grasped Dongfang Yuyue’s wrist to take his pulse. Her expression turned knowing as she murmured to herself.

“I knew it. Those struck by this curse rarely live beyond two years. It usually flares up on the seventh day of every month, a time of unbearable pain and extreme weakness—the perfect moment for assassination.”

“But judging by your condition, it’s been three years since the curse took hold. From my pulse, I guess you’ve been suppressing it with your own internal energy. The illness must have just resurfaced recently, which explains your current weakness. And seeing how disheveled you were when we first met, it seems your life is quite valuable indeed.”

Luo Qianfan’s deduction was spot on.