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Chapter 5: The Eastern Palace in Crisis

A steady spring rain fell, and the brightly lit East Palace in the Tianqi capital was particularly dazzling in the night. Outside, the sound of rain whispered, accompanied by the rustling of the wind, as if telling of some ominous omen. Inside Yuehua Hall, a side hall of the East Palace, a chilly wind tore in through the open windows, creating a sharp contrast with the warmth inside. Candlelight flickered in the wind, casting eerie shadows that seemed to mock the tense atmosphere within.

Crown Prince Yun Junrui lay in bed, his face a dark purple. The poison had clearly reached a dangerous point. He lay weakly, the blood-red and purple lines on his wrists rapidly spreading like malevolent tentacles, reaching towards his neck. The speed of the lines' expansion and the depth of their color were chilling, as if every inch of his skin was enduring invisible torture. Only the young genius doctor Luo Qi, the head guard Mo Yan, and Mo Xian remained in the room. Despite the anxiety on their faces, they remained calm and focused on the urgent task of treating the patient.

Mo Yan stood by the bed, his brow furrowed, his eyes heavy as a deep pool. As Yun Junrui's chief guard, Mo Yan was always calm and composed, but at this moment, his heart was being pierced by invisible icy spikes. He knew how they would face the Emperor and Empress if anything happened to the Crown Prince. The future of the entire Eastern Palace seemed to hang in the balance in this critical moment. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yun Junrui, waiting for a glimmer of hope.

The man with the impatient expression was Mo Xian, one of Yun Junrui's two trusted confidants. His face was as pale as paper, his hands clenched into fists, and the anxiety in his eyes burned like a flame. Mo Xian was Mo Yan's twin brother, with a humorous and lively personality, a stark contrast to his older brother's maturity and steadiness. Although both brothers possessed handsome features, they had few rivals in the vast Tianqi Dynasty, except for Yun Junrui. Mo Xian's eyes were filled with deep resentment and helplessness, and his voice was almost suppressed: "Why did this Night Phantom Poison take effect prematurely? Can Your Highness still hold up?" Every word he spoke was a cry torn from the depths of his heart, as if all his hopes and fears were reflected in his tone.

The young genius doctor, Luo Qi, calmly toiled beside the bed, his expression focused and serious. The needle in his hand repeatedly threaded through Yun Junrui's veins, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. His voice, though calm, couldn't conceal his inner nervousness: "Your Highness has been poisoned by the Styx's cold. Forced energy training has triggered the toxins within your body. The power of this toxin is beyond our expectations. I can only temporarily suppress the two poisons. Only after we find the rumored last disciple can we possibly save Your Highness."

Yun Junrui opened his eyes weakly, his voice weak but firm: "Luo Qi, how long can I hold on?"

Rocky stopped the needle in his hand, took a deep breath, and replied: "Your Highness, if you can find that closed disciple, you still have hope. But time is running out, we must act quickly."

A trace of pain and determination flashed in Yun Junrui's eyes: "Luo Qi, I believe in you. No matter what, you must save me."

Rocky nodded, his eyes filled with determination: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will do my best."

Meanwhile, Yun Junrui was tormented by deep remorse and fear. He had been plagued by nightmares for days, the images replaying frantically in his mind like blood-stained slideshows. In the dream, his trusted Bai Mengyao was exposed as an imposter, having exploited his feelings and brought about the downfall of the Tianqi Dynasty. He watched his family and brothers perish one after another, and remorse washed over him like a surging wave.

At this critical juncture, Yun Junrui risked everything and journeyed to the royal Xiangguo Temple in search of answers. Abbot Jingkong sat in the cool, quiet Zen room, his shadow on the cushion swaying slightly in the candlelight, the water in the kettle bubbling with a low, gurgling sound. The young monk brewed tea for them and quietly withdrew, leaving Abbot Jingkong alone in meditation. His gaze, as serene as a deep pool, seemed to see through everything. Could it offer Yun Junrui a glimmer of hope?

A tense atmosphere permeated the Eastern Palace. Yun Junrui's future and the fate of the Eastern Palace seemed to hang in the balance at this critical moment. Every moment was filled with suspense and anxiety. Everyone prayed for a miracle, hoping to avert the impending doom.