"Young Master."
Yan Chixiao entered Yang Xiao's room without a sound and called out softly.
Yang Xiao, lying on the bed, didn't stir.
He seemed to be sound asleep. Seeing this, Yan Chixiao, who had previously resolved himself, couldn't help but hesitate.
'If I make a move now... No, making a move now is no different from before. Besides, I've already taken his poison.'
In an instant, he quashed that flicker of hesitation and uncertainty.
Back then, both he and Yan Chixuan were present, giving them nearly double their current combat strength. And while Yang Xiao had Ye Wanqing by his side at the time, he himself was now poisoned.
With Yang Xiao's methods, he would surely have a way to control him.
Therefore, after thinking it over and over, Yan Chixiao felt that making a move now was not a good idea.
Moreover, this line of thought completely extinguished any rebellious ideas he had.
He would not waver again.
