"Stop drinking," Yangyang muttered, "Donât you know drinking too much can kill you?"
After hearing him speak, Baili Han tried to open his eyes. "Itâs you, kid. Why arenât you sleeping? What are you doing here?"
"I brought you a sobering potion."
"Sobering potion?" Baili Han shook his head. "Whatâs that? Is it alcohol? Bring it here, give it to me."
"Here!" Yangyang placed the bowl in his hand. "The sobering potion is here, drink up. Youâll sleep better after."
Saying that, he even yawned conspicuously.
Baili Han couldnât quite describe his feelings. He lifted the sobering potion, slowly placing it at his lips, but seeing Yangyang eagerly watching him, he suddenly didnât feel like drinking.
Seeing him put the bowl down, Yangyang was very disappointed and pouted. "So annoying, why arenât you drinking again?"
Listening to him mumble, Baili Han smiled and picked up the bowl again.
Yangyang looked at his smile, but somehow it made him feel uneasy.
Everyone said this person is bad, but heâs pretty good to me. Wouldnât it be wrong for me to harm him like this?
Uncle Shaoling said itâs medicine to cure an illness, but Prince Le isnât sick at all, why would he need medicine?
Could it be poison?
Yangyangâs face suddenly turned pale. What if it really is poison, and he kills Prince Le?
"Hey..." Seeing Prince Le about to drink the sobering potion, Yangyang quickly shouted.
Prince Leâs eyes flashed with a hint of light and looked at him, puzzled and confused.
Yangyang swiftly seized the bowl with both hands. "I poured the wrong one. This isnât the sobering potion, wait for me to get another one for you."
He moved so quickly that Baili Han didnât even have time to react.
Baili Han watched as he ran off with the bowl, spilling the potion but not stopping, and laughed, his eyes moistening.
Unexpectedly, someone who everyone wanted to kill, still had someone unwilling to let him die.
"The potionâs here!"
Yangyang raced back inside.
"Here, this is the real sobering potion."
"Iâm not drunk, why would I want to drink a potion?" Baili Han raised his eyebrows.
"Ah?" Yangyangâs face paled instantly, feeling scared inside. Fortunately, he didnât drink it; he must have noticed something wrong with the potion.
"They sent you to poison me, didnât they?" Baili Han simply pointed it out. "Iâm immune to all poisons now, donât they know that?"
"Thatâs not poison," Yangyang argued, "Itâs medicine to cure an illness."
"Medicine?" Baili Han thought for a while and suddenly understood. "The poison witch really told them."
Yangyang didnât know who the poison witch was and didnât quite understand his words.
"My illness is cured," Baili Han told him. "Do I seem like Iâm sick now?"
Yangyang shook his head. This person was so powerful, not seeming sick at all.
"Exactly."
"But they said, if you drink the medicine, youâd turn into a coward," Yangyang replied, "Becoming a coward would mean you wouldnât go to war with Great Zhou."
"Then why didnât you give it to me?"
Yangyang responded, "I think youâd certainly be stupid as a coward, actually, this way is quite good."
Baili Han laughed again, a heartfelt laugh.
"Theyâre right, if I became a coward, I wouldnât go to war." Unfortunately, the two different souls within him had long merged into one, and he could no longer become a coward.
"But you can also not fight now," Yangyang rested his chin in his hand. "You can just issue an order and stop the fighting."