Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Gong Yunzheng was in so much pain that she couldn't hear anything. Her heart was aching like a torrent. Her white fingers were clutching the fabric on her chest with such strength that her joints turned red. Her bloodless lips let out painful moans because of the pain. Her breathing was weak and rapid, and veins on her forehead were bulging. She wished she could curl up into a ball.

He quickly took out the Heart-Protecting Pill from the medicine bag on his sister's waist.

The moment he opened the porcelain bottle, Gong Yuanzheng, who had an excellent talent for medicine, immediately noticed something was wrong.

The Heart-Protecting Pill tastes wrong! The pill has been replaced!

Who is it? ...Who wants to murder my sister?!

A huge anger rose from his heart, and Gong Yuanzheng almost lost his mind. He picked up the person and rushed to Zhenggong as fast as he could.

While running, he comforted his sister in his arms: "Sister, I'm here and everything will be fine. Don't be afraid! I'll take you back to Zheng Palace right away. You must hold on!"

Gong Yunzheng, shaking with pain and jolted by the boy's footsteps, felt a drop of cool air on her face, followed by a second, and a third...

She thought it was her brother crying, so she forced her eyes open and saw snowflakes floating and falling in the endless night sky.

The snowflakes fell on her face and melted, absorbing the heat, making her feel even colder.

Her brother carried her out of the gate of the Blade Hall and sprinted down the deserted streets of Genchang. His heavy footsteps were magnified infinitely by the emptiness. His tears mixed with snowflakes and fell on her face. In his panic, even the bells tied in his hair rang in disorder.

Gong Yunzheng wanted to comfort her brother and tell him not to cry.

But her trembling hand was too weak to touch his cheek, so she could only grab his clothes at the collar to tell him that she was still conscious, she was still holding on, and she told him not to be afraid.

The heavy snow undoubtedly made the return journey more difficult.

Gong Yuanzheng had never felt that the Blade Hall was so far away from the Zheng Palace.

It was so far that he was anxious, so far that... his sister might melt away along the way.

He could only run back as fast as he could, trying his best to fight against the chains that were hooked on his sister's life.

Realizing that the hand holding his collar was losing strength, Gong Yuanzheng felt extremely panicked and helpless: "Don't leave me, sister... don't leave me... please... don't leave me..."

He was so scared.

I’m afraid that starting from tomorrow, the rest of my life will be a nightmare.

In the pain that could make people faint, Gong Yunzheng found a trace of clarity. Gradually, she regained more clarity, and the hand that was holding her brother's collar loosened and slowly fell.

With that, she felt a clarity she had never felt before.

She had the energy to think about what she had always suspected, and the pain in her body and the bumps in her brother's footsteps gradually faded away.

She could no longer feel her body, but she was still clear-headed. All her energy seemed to be concentrated in her mind, which was clearer and more open-minded than ever before.

Zhiren and the young master died of poisoning, and Zheng Nanyiyi died in Zhiren Palace. Someone replaced her heart-protecting pills and induced a heart attack in her. If she had not followed Yuanzheng out, she would have died today.

So... the fox's tail is exposed.

She had a heart attack. If she died in the Blade Hall, Zi Yu would not be able to explain even if he had a hundred mouths. Given Yuan Zheng's temperament, he would not stop until he killed Zi Yu. The palace was thus divided.

But what if she was lucky enough not to die?

If she hadn't died, Yuan Zheng would have stayed by her side and taken good care of her. Zhi Ren and the young master probably wouldn't have had the time to perform a detailed autopsy on their remains.

Even when performing an autopsy, if one is trying to find the person who changed the dressing as quickly as possible, it is easy to overlook some details in the confusion.

Who benefits most from not dissecting the body?

As soon as her brother Shangjiao left the palace, Zhiren and the young master met with accidents at the same time. La Wufeng was taken as a scapegoat, and her brother Ziyu succeeded to the throne. She had a heart attack, and she controlled the timing so precisely that the palace was divided into two irreconcilable factions with the death of the two men. The brothers fought for the position of Zhiren. Who could guarantee that such a thing would not happen?

If she died, the two factions would probably regard each other as mortal enemies and would never put aside their past grudges.

——Gong Huanyu.

It's him!

Only he has such a mind, and only he has the power to single-handedly bring about the death of Zhiren and him without alarming everyone, throwing the dirty water on Wufeng, and using his own death to get rid of all suspicion that may befall him.

After all, who would doubt a dead man?

If he hadn't done such an unnecessary thing, even she wouldn't have doubted him.

The civil unrest within the palace was actually caused by the young master, the traitor Gong Huanyu...

Gong Yunzheng wanted to laugh.

Even though she was now in her brother's arms, on the verge of death, her body trembling with pain, shaking and shivering so badly that she couldn't even speak, she still felt funny and wanted to laugh.

Feeling the person in his arms curl up even tighter, Gong Yuanzheng's last bit of rationality was about to disappear.

In contrast to her brother's fear, Gong Yunzheng pulled the corners of her lips, and her face, pressed against his warm chest, smiled painfully, twisted and desolately. Tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes. Her painful body and broken spirit made her extremely divided.

Now that she has seized the opportunity, she will seize it tightly and will never let it go!

Gong Huanyu——

Brother Huanyu...

Why? It has to be one of my own family members... Why?

The snow fell even harder, and the sky was covered with white snow, blocking people's vision.

Braving the oppressive and suffocating snow, Gong Yuanzheng kicked open the door of Zheng Palace. Under the surprised looks of the guards inside, he ran back to Gong Yunzheng's room with him in his arms.

"Bring me my silver needles! Call the doctor from the clinic! Boil a piece of wild ginseng that's over 300 years old in water. Warm the room, light lots of candles, prepare a change of clothes, and boil some hot water! Quick!"

The maid who followed hurriedly did as she was told.

Gong Yuanzheng walked without stopping, stepped over the curtain decorated with pearls and jade, and placed Gong Yunzheng on the bed. He did not bother to clean the snow off her head and body, but raised his hand to feel her pulse.

Gong Yunzheng's qi and blood were blocked, and her pulse was almost undetectable. It was time to prepare a coffin for her.

Gong Yuanzheng's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the oppressive feeling made everyone in the room dare not breathe.

The young man took the thing handed to him by the maid without even turning his head. He untied the belt with one hand and tossed it up. Silver needles arranged in sequence appeared as the acupuncture belt unfolded.

He took out a silver needle, disinfected it in boiling water, let it cool, and inserted it into the acupuncture point near Gong Yunzheng's heart. After a few more injections, her heart meridian was temporarily protected. The next silver needle was inserted into the tiger's mouth. After each injection, Gong Yunzheng let out a weak moan, and her scattered consciousness was brought back a little.

After finishing this, the boy's forehead was covered with sweat.

Seeing that the disease was temporarily under control, Gong Yuanzheng stood up and walked to the desk to write a prescription. He handed the prescription to Jia Guanshi who was waiting outside the door. He said coldly: "Boil the medicine according to this prescription, and quickly."

"Yes." Manager Jia hurriedly took the prescription and went to boil the medicine.

Gong Yuanzheng suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Manager Jia's heart tightened and he stopped, with cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, turned around and looked normal: "What's wrong?"

Gong Yuanzheng stared at him and said, "Get the medicine and boil it in the corridor here."

His sister's heart-protecting pills were replaced by someone, and he doesn't trust anyone now. With him watching personally, let's see who dares to do anything!