Murong Yan frowned, her tone tinged with anger, "Don't you have any clues at all? I didn't bring you here to listen to your nonsense."

At this time, a young imperial physician stepped forward timidly.

"Your Majesty, I have heard that there is a strange poison originating in the Western Regions, called 'Phantom Soul Devourer.' The initial symptoms of a victim are similar to those of Madam Shangguan: loss of appetite, lethargy, and fatigue, followed by gradual loss of consciousness and decline in bodily functions. However, this poison is extremely secretive, and conventional antidotes are completely useless. Only by finding the 'Ice Heart Snow Lotus,' which counteracts it, can its toxicity be reversed. However, this 'Ice Heart Snow Lotus' grows in extremely cold regions, rarely seen once every century, making it extremely difficult to obtain."

Murong Yan's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Lin Zhenxian: "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of this kind of poison and its antidote?"

Lin Zhenxian looked pensive, then shook his head after a moment. "I've never heard of it, but I'll send someone to inquire about it. Even if I have to travel to the ends of the earth, I'll find this 'Ice Heart Snow Lotus'."

"No need to look!" A discordant voice came, and everyone looked over to see Chu Xiling standing at the door with a smile on her face. She walked over and bowed to Murong Yan: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Murong Yan nodded.

He no longer had any hostility towards Chu Xiling. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been able to get such a good thing as the Heart-Eating Gu.

"Ling'er, what do you mean when you say there's no need to look for it?"

"I know where the Ice Heart Snow Lotus is. Just send someone there."

"Oh? Say it quickly."

"The so-called Ice Heart Snow Lotus is actually the Arctic poppy, and its location... is in Norway."

"Norway?" Everyone looked at each other in confusion. "What kind of place is that?"

"Your Majesty, you can understand this as the end of the sky. I will draw a sea chart right away, but with our current shipbuilding technology, whether we can actually reach that point is unknown."

"Hua! Even if it takes everything, we must save Wan'er!"

As he was speaking, Shangguan Wan'er on the bed suddenly let out a faint moan, and everyone's eyes were instantly focused on her.

Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, her gaze dazed and empty. Seeing everyone gathered around the bed, she was startled at first, then recognized Murong Yan and let out a bitter smile, "Your Majesty, why are you here..."

Her voice was hoarse and weak.

Murong Yan held her hand and comforted her softly, "Wan'er, don't talk and have a good rest. I came here today to find out the cause of your illness and cure you. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."

Shangguan Wan'er forced a weak smile into her lips, her voice hoarse but every word clear: "Your Majesty, I am so grateful for your personal visit to my humble abode and your care for me. I...how could I possibly be so worthy of such kindness?"

She paused, as if gathering her strength, and turned her gaze to the window: "It's just that I am destined not to have the blessing of becoming the prince's wife."

"No! Your wedding must go on as scheduled!"

"Your Majesty!" At this point, Wan'er's eyes reddened, tears welling up in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "My condition is hopeless, and I'm completely ineligible to be a royal consort. But rest assured, Your Majesty, even if I go to hell, I'll still be the Crown Prince's woman, and I will protect this identity forever."

Murong Yan felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten. She softly comforted him, "Wan'er, don't say that. I will definitely not let anything happen to you."

Shangguan Wan'er shook her head, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful. "Your Majesty's intentions, I understand, but this illness... I know the cause of it myself. These days, I've been frequently dozing off, and my dreams are filled with the image of the Crown Prince. Unfortunately, I... I'm unfortunate and have only met him once."

"That bastard! Where's Lin Zhen!" Murong Yan looked at Lin Zhenxian. "Wan'er is so sick, why isn't he here to take care of her? Where did he go?"

"Your Majesty! It is...it is I who do not wish to see the prince. The prince has seen me when I was healthy. Now that I am ill, my beauty is long gone. I do not wish him to see me in this state."

"Why do you insist on those bullshit traditions so much? Who said that women can't see their husbands?"

Wan'er seemed to have no strength left, and fell asleep again while talking.

Murong Yan sighed, put down her hand, and asked the imperial doctors beside her: "How long can we keep him alive with ginseng?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured. As long as there is enough thousand-year-old ginseng from Changbai Mountain, extending your life for five years will not be a problem."

"Okay, then immediately send someone to Liaodong to spread the word. Dig up ginseng as much as possible and bring all the ginseng from the entire mountain back to Wan'er!"

"According to the order!"

After saying this, Murong Yan looked at Chu Xiling and said, "Ling'er, draw a sea chart immediately. You can choose the people and the ship. You must find the Ice Heart Snow Lotus."

"I obey your order."

......

Murong Yan walked out of Wan'er's villa, which was filled with the fragrance of medicine and sorrow. Her phoenix eyes were full of solemnity and concern. She stood straight, and her black phoenix robe reflected a cold luster in the sunlight.

"Pass on my order. You must send capable people to take good care of Wan'er. There must be no mistakes in her diet, medicine, and daily life. If there are any mistakes, I will kill them all!"

The attendants beside him nodded repeatedly and shouted in unison: "As ordered!"

Murong Yan nodded slightly, moved lightly with lotus steps, and her clothes fluttered. Lin Zhenxian hurried to catch up, and the two of them walked slowly along the corridor of the palace.

Along the way, the carved beams and painted buildings, exotic flowers and stones showed the luxury of the palace, but Murong Yan had no heart to appreciate them. She was secretly thinking about Wan'er's illness, her brows furrowed, as if a heavy burden was pressing on her.

Lin Zhenxian also had a worried look on his face, his steps were slightly heavy, and he would occasionally steal glances at Murong Yan. After much hesitation, he spoke in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Wan'er is seriously ill, and Zhen'er's wedding... With all due respect, your relationship with Zhen'er is basically known to everyone. Your Majesty, why don't you take this opportunity to directly announce the wedding?"

Murong Yan glanced sideways: "Your Highness, are you asking me to take Wan'er's position as mistress?"

"No, Your Majesty is the Emperor. Even if Wan'er and Zhen'er get married, the head mistress should still be Your Majesty. There's no such thing as usurping power."

"You are right. Let me go back and think about it."

Marrying Lin Zhen is Murong Yan's dream.

She was originally distressed because she couldn't marry Lin Zhen properly, but God unexpectedly gave her an opportunity.

Ok.

But I'm afraid Wan'er will be wronged in this matter.

But it doesn’t matter. When she recovers from her illness, I will give her another grand wedding.

The two of them walked and talked, and unknowingly walked into the backyard of the palace.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of ice cracking came into her ears. Murong Yan looked up and saw Qingxia standing in the middle of the yard, her figure as light as a butterfly. An ice sculpture had begun to take shape in front of her. The crystal clear ice was sparkling with colorful light in the sunlight, reflecting a magnificent halo, like a dream.

The old sect leader stood quietly by, gazing at the masterpiece in his daughter's hands with a sharp gaze, occasionally making a few remarks. The picture of the mother and daughter exuded the peace and tranquility of the peaceful years.

Murong Yan thought of Lin Zhen learning martial arts from the old sect leader, and instantly wanted to ask for advice.

Since Wushe is his master, and the old sect leader is Master Lin Zhen.

Then let’s have a competition.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan was filled with fighting spirit.

Her eyebrows were raised, her red lips parted slightly, and she cried out delicately, "Hey!"

Then, his body was as fast as lightning and he leaped into the air. His black phoenix robe was like a black phoenix with its wings spread out, stretching freely in the air. His fifty-meter tail rustled like a black flag dancing in the wind, so majestic that it made people tremble with fear.

She was wrapped in a strong wind, and her clenched fist, with a tremendous force, smashed straight into the old sect leader's face.

The old sect leader seemed to have eyes behind her head, and she had already noticed the moment Murong Yan's figure flashed.

Looking back, I saw a black shadow coming towards me with endless majesty.

But she was not in a hurry, with a disdainful arc on the corner of her mouth, and her feet stood firmly, as if she was a pine tree rooted in the earth.

"Hmph, the disciple of that old Wushe is just arrogant." The old sect leader snorted coldly. Just as Murong Yan's fist was about to touch her cheek, she shook her body and dodged sideways like a ghost. At the same time, her right hand attacked like a snake, reaching straight for Murong Yan's throat.

Seeing this, Murong Yan's phoenix eyes flashed, and she twisted her waist in the air. The black phoenix robe flowed like water, and the tail drew a perfect arc in the air. She used the force to flip over and avoided the old sect master's fierce attack.

The moment she landed, she stomped her feet hard on the ground, causing the bricks and stones to shatter. She used the force to rebound and attacked the old sect leader again. The wind from her fist whistled, causing the surrounding air to surge.

Seeing Murong Yan coming with such a strong momentum, the old sect leader did not dare to underestimate her. She was agile and moved around, fighting back and forth with Murong Yan in the yard, and the battle was hard to decide.

Every time Murong Yan attacked, her phoenix robe fluttered in the wind. The black fabric seemed to come alive, showing its dominance in the wind. The fifty-meter tail was like a long and lively river, winding and moving with the changes in her body shape, sometimes raising dust on the ground, and sometimes drawing sharp tracks in the air, adding a bit of heroism and grandeur to her offensive.

The old sect leader has a nimble figure and her moves are sharp and fierce. Her punches are fierce and powerful, and her kicks are like lightning. Every kick brings up a whistling sound in the wind.

However, as an emperor, Murong Yan carries the royal majesty and is not inferior in momentum.

Her boxing skills are a combination of real and fake, and her palm techniques are unpredictable. She often uses her ingenuity to break through heavy attacks at critical moments.

For a moment, figures were intertwined in the yard, and the fists and legs intertwined into a vortex of light and shadow.

Murong Yan used a move called "Phoenix Soaring to the Nine Heavens", leaping high into the air and throwing both fists out, as if two phoenixes were flapping their wings and swooping down. Her phoenix robe and tail shone brightly in the sunlight, making her look like a god of war descending to earth.

Seeing this, the old sect leader's figure instantly blurred, and he moved freely under Murong Yan's attack like a ghost. Then he threw a "Wind-Breaking Fist" that hit the dragon directly. The wind from his fist was like a sharp blade, whistling towards Murong Yan's chest.

Murong Yan's eyes focused, but she remained calm in the face of danger. She shouted softly, and the long sleeves of her phoenix robe danced in the air like two soft clouds, cleverly resolving the old sect leader's fatal move.

Afterwards, she took advantage of the situation and pursued him, her steps agile and varied, pressing the old sect leader step by step, her fists falling like raindrops.

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