However, even knowing the pouch is poisoned, it's too late to discard it now.
Wanyan Zhang couldn't bear to throw it away either. He held the pouch tightly, his consciousness gradually blurred, yet he felt no regret. If life could start over, he would want both this world and her completely.
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In the middle of the night, Yun Jiao suddenly awoke from her dream.
The cold wind made the inn's window papers flap loudly, and Yun Jiao felt the room was filled with a chill.
She turned to look, finding Jiang Youzhi sleeping soundly and You Er still obediently asleep.
She closed her eyes, recalling her dream just moments ago.
She dreamt of Wanyan Zhang.
In the dream, he held that pouch and told her, "In this life, you owe me. In the next life, you must repay me."
In the dream, Yun Jiao nodded ignorantly, "Alright, what I owe you, I'll surely repay."
Upon waking, her mind was clear—Wanyan Zhang must be gone.
On the day before she gave birth, she had poisoned Wanyan Zhang.
