When Yun Rao hadn't yet fallen asleep when An Zi yuan returned from the Imperial Pharmacy, she sat痴ly by the bed, not wearing a robe, her eyes half-lowered, lost in thought. "Didn't you think to put on a robe?" An Zi yuan frowned, walked over, and gently covered her with the quilt. Yun Rao looked at him. "An Zi yuan, can your blood neutralize the poison of Chiman Luo?" An Zi yuan gazed at her and nodded gently. "How much of your blood will it take to fully remove this poison?" Yun Rao asked. An Zi yuan glanced at her, then pulled her close into his arms. "You only bit your lip slightly a moment ago and suddenly felt no pain at all. How much do you think you'd need?" Yun Rao fell silent—she didn't know. "Don't overthink it, Yun Rao. We've finally found a way to heal you. Just hold on, and take our child with you and live through this." Yun Rao shook her head and pulled herself free from his embrace. The coolness of her body in his arms made An Zi yuan feel a quiet chill within. He looked at her, his I once promised Su Yan that, if I lived, I would marry him. Aside from my parents and Xi Yue, no one had ever sacrificed their lives for me—had it not been for him, I would not have made it this far. You may break your promise to me, but I... I cannot break my promise to him. Cloud Rao said this almost while gazing down, as if being overly dramatic or naive. After all, the man who gave his life for her—she simply couldn't break her promise to him. And even if he saved her now, she didn't have the confidence that they could walk together. In his heart, he would always have someone more important than her. "Cloud Rao..." An Ziyuan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he remained silent for a long time before speaking, "Even though you're now carrying my child, do you still wish to marry someone else?" "Yun Rao shook her head." "But I can't be completely at ease marrying you, even if I haven't made any promises to Su Yan. What if, one day, you choose someone else over him? What then will Su Yan do?" "I won't." The clear, composed voice came out almost as a roar, tinged with urgency and simmering frustration. Yun Rao looked up at him, her tone soft. "You've also told me you won't." An Ziyuan's thin lips were pressed tightly together, his face somewhat tense, as though he were struggling to suppress something deep within. Complex emotions stirred in his eyes, yet he managed to hold them down. "An Ziyuan," Yun Rao lowered her gaze. "Right now, whether I live or die really doesn't matter much to me. I don't want to owe you, nor do I want to owe Su Yan. You don't need to make such great sacrifices for me. The child was conceived while I was still deeply poisoned—bringing him into the world might not be good for him. If he follows me, at least I'll be able to stay by his side." "Yun Rao." The Adam's apple above and below rolled violently, and An Ziyuan felt his entire heart pierced one after another as though sliced by knives. He stared at her, his face serene as a goddess, with little emotional fluctuation, "You and the child have gone. You are free. What about me? Can't I repay you slowly, over this lifetime? Or must I live the rest of my days burdened by the regret and sorrow of losing you, before you'll be content?" "I didn't mean it that way," Yun Rao instinctively denied. Even though she had survived, life still held little meaning for her—she hadn't crossed the inner threshold. These days, having him wear the identity of the Emperor Yanjing, she had grown uncertain, aware that her life might not be long. So she had selfishly pretended not to be him, selfishly enjoying his care. But when everything was revealed, when she realized she could indeed live, the old wounds still remained, and the debts she owed had not vanished. An Zi yuan looked at her for a long time, sighed deeply, and softened his voice, "Yun Rao, I will still remove the poison from your body. That's something I owe you. Once the poison is gone, if you truly wish to marry Su Yan, I... I won't stop you."