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Seeing Bei Zhenting open his eyes, Luo Yao finally came to his senses. He held Bei Zhenting's hand tightly and helped him up while crying.

"Don't die... I... I'll take you to see a doctor... I'll take you home..." Luo Yao was talking nonsense and didn't even know what he was saying.

Bei Zhenting touched his head helplessly, "I am not dead, but my hands and feet are weak..."

Luo Yao was like a panicked little animal, confused and at a loss, only caring about doing his own thing. He wanted to help Bei Zhenting up, but when he heard Bei Zhenting say that his hands and feet were weak, he wanted to carry Bei Zhenting on his back.

"You can't carry it..." Bei Zhenting coughed slightly, feeling very uncomfortable because of the torment he suffered.

Luo Yao gritted his teeth and used all his strength to struggle for a long time before finally carrying the person up from the ground.

"Don't sleep! You are not allowed to sleep!" Luo Yao's forehead was bulging with blue veins. When he stood up, his center of gravity was unstable and he almost knelt down on the spot.

Steadying his body, Luo Yao walked forward in the snow like a drunk, carrying a man who was a dozen centimeters taller and a lot stronger than him.

The footprints, some deep and some shallow, were left on the deserted street at midnight, extending infinitely.

Light snow flakes fell from the sky, and every household had fallen asleep. The colorful lanterns dyed the white snow on the ground a warm yellow color.

The footprints in the distance were blurred by the wind and snow, and new footprints came here.

After walking for a long time, the world became quiet. The deserted streets were silent except for the sound of my own rapid breathing and the occasional sound of snow falling from somewhere.

"Are you still awake?" Luo Yao asked for the third time.

No one responded. A palm-sized piece of snow slid from the red lantern on the roadside and fell to the side. Luo Yao fell into the snow with a plop and got a mouthful of it.

Xue Luoyao wiped the blood off his face and quickly got up to check on Bei Zhenting who had fallen to the side. Seeing Bei Zhenting's closed eyes, he was about to break down and cry.

Feeling something, Bei Zhenting opened his eyes slightly. Seeing his red face from the cold, he felt extremely distressed. He struggled to get up and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you just now."

Luo Yao's mentality collapsed, tears streaming down his face as he rushed forward to punch him. Bei Zhenting grasped his fist, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Yaoyao, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Luo Yao hugged Bei Zhenting's neck tightly and cried loudly. After hugging and crying for a long time, she finally calmed down.

His mood improved a little, he wiped away his tears and helped Bei Zhenting up. He found a stick from somewhere and carried Bei Zhenting on his back using the stick.

“Put me down…” Your legs were shaking.

"No." Luo Yao shook his head stubbornly.

The snow was still falling, and the snowflakes landed on the ends of Luo Yao's hair. Bei Zhenting gently brushed them away.

I had no strength left, and every step was a struggle. I finally reached the end of the street, turned the corner, and saw Li Er coming towards me...

The lights in the Luo Mansion were on. Luo Yao had not returned all night, and everyone had been waiting in the cold wind for several hours. They saw the three people coming back from afar and went to greet them.

"Son-in-law?" Zhou Jiu was horrified when he saw Bei Zhenting fainting on Li Er's back.

Luo Yao was dizzy and didn't care what he was shouting. He dazedly ordered to prepare hot water.

Everyone hurriedly lit the lights and brought water, and after an hour of struggling, they finally settled Bei Zhenting down.

Everyone had left, and only Li Er and Luo Yao were left in the room. Seeing the abnormal redness on Luo Yao's face, Li Er said what he had been holding back all the way.

"You have a high fever, Master."

Luo Yao nodded to show that he knew.

"They're all gone. Second brother, do you know what the prince's illness is?"

Li Er frowned and shook his head, "The prince is not sick, young master, the prince is poisoned."

"Poisoned? What kind of poison?"

"It might be the deadly poison Qianji. I'm not sure, but the prince should have taken the antidote."

"What is Qianji?! Why is this still happening after taking the antidote?!" Luo Yao held his head in despair.

"I've heard from my master about the past dynasty. Qianji is a chronic poison that Emperor Xun used to kill his brother when he usurped the throne. Every time you take the antidote, your hands and feet will feel weak for a while. Your Highness probably didn't get enough rest and traveled all night, causing the poison to backfire. He should be fine when he wakes up." Li Er paused, a look of confusion on his face. "Logically, Qianji should have been listed as a banned drug long ago... Your Highness..."

Li Er's heart skipped a beat when he thought of something. He closed his mouth, stopped talking, and left the room.

Luo Yao was trembling all over in the room. Li Er's words made him understand the reason at once.

Bei Zhenting must have reached some agreement with the emperor to protect him, and Qianji was the price of this agreement.

The Thousand Machine Poison was meant to warn them who was the emperor of this country.

Feeling desolate, Luo Yao's hand trembled as he held Bei Zhenting's hand. Heartache and anger were intertwined, and Luo Yao wished he could kill the emperor immediately to vent his hatred.

Unable to immediately rise up in rebellion, enter the capital and kill Bei Zhenming, Luo Yao had no place to vent his anger. Looking at Bei Zhenting lying on the bed, his face pale and bloodless, he cried softly...

In this world, the hierarchy is strict, the imperial power is supreme, the nobles and scholars enjoy supreme glory and status, while the common people are like ants, their lives as worthless as grass.

The emperor may care about his resentment, but he does not care about the reason. It is easy for the emperor to eliminate dissidents if there is a threat.

Luo Yao knew it very well.

Luo Yao only hated himself for being too weak and unable to blow up the world with one punch.

Cursing the tyrant emperor and the villain was meaningless. Luo Yao didn't want to let his incompetent anger get to his head. He took note of the grudge in his heart and calmed down. Luo Yao took the used hot water aside, tucked the quilt for Bei Zhenting, and curled up in the quilt from the other side.

This night was destined to be restless. The county magistrate's office was heavily guarded, and someone broke into the prison in the second half of the night.

Under Bei Zhenting's meticulous arrangement, more than 20 people who broke into the prison were captured, and the remaining Yue people all committed suicide by taking poison and were burned to death. The work of cleaning up the mess continued until the afternoon.

It was already afternoon when Luo Yao woke up. He was dizzy and had a high fever. When he woke up, Bei Zhenting was no longer around. After asking where Bei Zhenting had gone, Luo Yao braved the snow and came to the dungeon of the county magistrate's office.

What happened last night spread throughout Lin'an City like a heavy snow that dyed Lin'an County white overnight.

Thieves kidnapped, the princess rescued, the moon people broke into prison, and the government office was set on fire...

The incident of the child being kidnapped by thieves left the people with lingering fears. They gathered outside the dungeon of the county magistrate's office in silence.

Luo Yao came over holding an oil-paper umbrella. Seeing his pale face and the scars on it, the people opened their mouths to say something, but in the end they just silently made way.

Luo Yao walked slowly to the door of the prison which was half burned down, Qingling followed him. Someone outside the door stopped them. It was Li Qingyun.

"Princess, the prince is interrogating a prisoner. Most of this place has collapsed due to the fire. You cannot go in."