The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

Although the somber execution ground incident has temporarily come to an end, it has left behind a scene of devastation and deep sorrow.

Deep within the palace, in a temporarily set-off quiet room, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

The candlelight flickered in the draft, casting shadows that appeared to be sometimes long and sometimes short.

Wang Xinyao's fingertips were icy cold. She quickly checked Zhao Meier's condition, her heart sinking.

Zhao Meier's face was ashen, her breath was weak, her once bright eyes were tightly closed, and even the most basic swallowing reflex had disappeared.

Zhou Yunxi's fingertips were icy cold, and his hand holding the pill trembled violently as he tried to feed it to Zhao Meier.

He tried several times, but the pills only rolled around on Zhao Meier's pale lips and he couldn't feed them into her mouth at all.

“Mei’er…open your mouth and swallow it…” His voice was hoarse, each word sounding like it was being ground on sandpaper.

This man, who could take the head of a general amidst a vast army, couldn't even feed him a single dose of medicine at this moment.

He suddenly tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of spiritual spring water, then bent down and fed it to her mouth, carefully using the tip of his tongue to pry open her tightly clenched teeth.

Scalding liquid mixed with the man's tears slid down her chin.

However, for Zhao Meier's severe injuries, this amount of spiritual spring water was ultimately a drop in the ocean.

"That won't do!" Wang Xinyao made a decisive decision, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable resolve: "General Zhou, help me move her to the operating table! Quickly!"

As instructed, Zhou Yunxi gently and steadily placed Zhao Meier on the prepared simple operating table.

Wang Xinyao's technique was skillful; she quickly prepared everything needed: silver needles, medicine, and the spiritual spring water she had specially prepared.

"General Zhou, you go out first and stand guard outside. No one is allowed to disturb you." Wang Xinyao turned her head and looked calmly at Zhou Yunxi: "Trust me, I will do my best."

Zhou Yunxi looked at Zhao Meier deeply, a look that contained too much unspeakable pain and pleading.

He clasped his hands tightly in a fist salute, his lips moved, and in the end he only managed to utter a few words: "I beg the Crown Princess!"

He then strode out of the quiet room and slammed the heavy door shut, as if separating two worlds. His heart sank little by little.

When Wang Xinyao's fingertips touched Zhao Meier's cold skin, her heart sank.

The situation was far worse than expected—the swallowing reflex had completely disappeared!

If oral administration is not possible, then only one dangerous path remains: intravenous infusion, a method she has only theoretically considered.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; only the pounding of her own heartbeat disturbed her ears.

She quickly retrieved the spiritual spring water, refined its essence using her unique method, and injected it into a transparent IV bag.

As she watched the spring water refract a faint light through the transparent tube, Wang Xinyao's eyes sharpened—success or failure hinged on this moment!

She deftly located a vein and carefully inserted the specially made needle.

The spiritual spring water began to flow, drop by drop, into Zhao Meier's nearly depleted meridians through the thin pipes.

At the same time, she took out the ancient silver needles, concentrated her mind and breathed in rhythm with the needle insertion, and poured the pure vital energy in her body into her fingertips.

"Nine times nine returns to one, stabilize the soul and prolong life!" she murmured to herself, her hands moving like lightning, each silver needle precisely piercing into a major acupoint on Zhao Meier's body.

Each needle drop carried a barely perceptible fluctuation of spiritual energy, stimulating the dying body to regain its vitality.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her technique remained as steady as a rock.

Time flowed slowly in silence, and no one knew how much time had passed; it felt like an eternity.

Finally, most of the spiritual spring water in the IV bag was used up.

When Wang Xinyao's vital energy and mental state were severely depleted, she keenly sensed it.

Zhao Meier's heartbeat, which had been so weak it was almost stopped, seemed to... have gained a little strength!

Although it is still fragile, that regular beating has truly returned!

Wang Xinyao let out a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly.

His life was spared, at least for now.

However, Zhao Meier remained in a deep coma, her injuries were too severe, and her soul seemed to have been impacted as well. When she would wake up was up to fate.

She carefully covered Zhao Meier with a thin blanket before dragging her weary steps to open the door.

Zhou Yunxi, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately rushed forward, her eyes bloodshot: "Crown Princess, Mei'er, she..."

"His life is saved," Wang Xinyao said softly, "but he is still in danger and needs constant care. I will arrange for Da Hua to come over later. I must go and rescue His Highness Prince Li now."

"Thank you so much, Your Highness, for saving my life!" Zhou Yunxi immediately knelt on the ground and nodded vigorously.

Wang Xinyao didn't dare to delay and immediately turned to another room.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she heard Xie Dahua's tearful cry: "Little Mother, you've finally come! His Highness Prince Li... he's dying!"

Wang Xinyao rushed to the bedside and saw that Zhao Haoli's eyes were closed, his face was frighteningly pale, and the rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible. Only a faint breath from his nose proved that he was still alive.

His chest wound was particularly severe; the fatal blow had nearly killed him.

"Don't panic, I'm here," Wang Xinyao reassured her in a deep voice, quickly checking her injuries.

The situation was critical and there was no time to hesitate. She took out the Gu Ze silver needles again and began to insert them into the delicate and dangerous acupoints on the head and waist.

She focused her mind and calmed her spirit, allowing her spiritual energy to slowly flow into the silver needles, nourishing the damaged internal injuries and intracranial tissues.

This was an extremely mentally taxing process, and Wang Xinyao's forehead was once again soaked with sweat.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed, under the tense gazes of Xie Dahua and Xiaomei, Zhao Haoli's eyelids suddenly twitched very slightly.

Immediately afterwards, his fingers also curled slightly.

Wang Xinyao dared not relax and continued to use the needles, guiding the medicinal power and spiritual energy to circulate in his body.

Finally, amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, Zhao Haoli opened his eyes with difficulty and slowly.

Although his eyes were unfocused and lifeless, filled with confusion and pain, this was undoubtedly a huge improvement!

"His Highness Prince Li has woken up!" Xiao Mei cried tears of joy.

Wang Xinyao breathed a sigh of relief and carefully took out the silver needle.

"His life is out of danger, but his injuries are too severe, and he needs a long period of recuperation and constant check-ups."

She whispered to Xiao Mei to take good care of her, and also asked Xie Dahua to go and help look after Zhao Meier.

After treating two people in succession, Wang Xinyao felt physically and mentally exhausted.

But she knew there was one more person she needed to visit—Empress Dowager Luo Lan.

A deep sense of sorrow permeated the Cining Palace.

Empress Yang Wanqing and Princess Zhao Yuwei, their eyes red and swollen, stood guard on either side of the phoenix bed.

Empress Dowager Luo Lan lay there quietly, her face haggard, as if she had aged ten years overnight.

After suffering successive blows—the abduction of her son and the critical injury of her grandchild—this kind and resilient old woman finally succumbed to her grief.

Wang Xinyao stepped forward to pay her respects, and Empress Yang Wanqing raised her tearful eyes, choking back tears, and said, "Xinyao, please look at the Empress Dowager..."

Wang Xinyao gently grasped the Empress Dowager's cold hand and carefully examined her pulse.

Fortunately, the Empress Dowager was only overwhelmed by anger and anxiety, and due to her advanced age, she couldn't bear it for a moment and fainted. Her health was still intact.

She took out several pills that could warm the heart and calm the mind, and handed them to the old nanny beside her, carefully explaining how to take them and the precautions.

The Empress Dowager, whose face bore a striking resemblance to her aunt's, lay quietly on the bed.

Even with your eyes closed, the pain was palpable in your tightly furrowed brows.

This was Crown Prince Zhao Haoxuan's grandmother, who also had the same face as her deceased grandmother in modern times. Wang Xinyao felt a surge of bitterness and anger.

Yin Yingzi, Red-Robed Saint, Yin Ling'er... these names pierced her heart like needles.

She clenched her fists tightly: She must improve her strength even faster!

Only by possessing absolute power can one protect those they wish to protect and completely eradicate these evil spirits that wreak havoc on the world!

When she arrived at the court, which was still filled with solemnity and grief, the senior officials all had heavy expressions and the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Your Highness! I arrived too late to rescue Your Majesty, resulting in His Majesty's capture and the turmoil in the capital. I deserve to die! I beg Your Highness to punish me severely!"

Chen Guangze and his son Chen Liangxian knelt down with a thud, their voices filled with guilt and self-reproach.

After returning to the capital, he reorganized military affairs, dealt with the internal strife within his family, and brought his second wife, Lady Gu, to justice.

Having just taken control of the capital's military forces, he was filled with regret and remorse when the court suffered such a drastic change.

Although Crown Prince Zhao Haoxuan looked tired, his eyes remained calm.

He strode forward and personally helped the two men up: "My lord, General Chen, you are not guilty of this matter. The bandits acted cunningly and the attack was sudden. It is understandable that you, stationed outside the city, could not react in time. Please rise!"

On the other side, Yang Chende, the Minister of Justice, also knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

His face was pale, and his robes were stained with dried blood.

"Your Highness, I have failed in my duty! The second prince of the Wolie Kingdom, Yin Tianlong, and his commander, Fujiwara no Tora, were killed in prison...!" His voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had also experienced a fierce battle.

Zhao Haoxuan frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Uncle, your injury..."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I have taken the healing pills and am fine," Yang Chende replied gratefully.

Zhao Haoxuan's gaze slowly swept over each minister present, finally settling on Prince Zhao Haoyang and the terrified Second Prince Zhao Haoyun.

He spoke in a deep voice, which echoed throughout the hall: "Grand Uncle, Your Excellencies."

My father is in distress. As his son and the crown prince, I have an inescapable responsibility to go and rescue him personally.

"While I am away from the capital, I will trouble my Imperial Uncle and all the officials to fully assist my Second Prince Haoyun in managing the affairs of state."

"No!" Upon hearing this, the Second Prince Zhao Haoyun abruptly raised his head.

He waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of resistance and unease: "Your Highness, I am of limited talent and learning, and I am weak-willed."

I have never handled such important state affairs before, and I am truly unfit for such a heavy responsibility! I implore Your Majesty to choose another capable person!

As the crowd began to discuss the matter, and Zhao Haoxuan was about to insist on his own opinion, Eunuch Xu, holding a scroll of bright yellow imperial edict, walked forward with steady steps.

"Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince's Consort, please receive the imperial decree—"

Xu Gonggong's aged yet clear voice rang out, breaking the argument in the court.

Zhao Haoxuan and Wang Xinyao exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes, and then knelt down as instructed.

All the civil and military officials knelt down on the ground.

Eunuch Xu unfolded the imperial edict and read it aloud.

The imperial edict was actually written by Emperor Zhao Guoan himself last night!

The opening of the document is a somber edict of self-reproach.

Because of my mistaken love and trust in Yin Ling'er, I have brought a wolf into my house, causing widespread suffering and endangering the nation... I have no face to remain on the throne.

Therefore, the throne is hereby passed to Crown Prince Zhao Haoxuan, who shall immediately inherit the throne and ascend the throne as Emperor!

At the same time, the Crown Princess Wang Xinyao was made Empress, serving as the mother of the nation.

He also conferred the title of Prince Yun upon the second prince Zhao Haoyun and the title of Prince Li upon the third prince Zhao Haoli, granting them their respective territories and hoping that they would assist the new emperor and guard the four directions in the future.