The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Xie Zhiyan saw it and felt pain in his heart.

A person's sudden and rapid growth is often accompanied by hardships and pain.

The path she was going to take was destined to be different from other women's, playing chess, calligraphy and painting, drinking tea and appreciating flowers...

Jiang Wantang was analyzing the poisoning incident seriously.

Xie Zhiyan stared at her deeply, seeing the dark circles under her eyes, he thought that she had not had a good rest in the past few days.

His heart was filled with heartache and self-blame, but he didn't dare show it at all.

When she stopped, Xie Zhiyan spoke and asked gently, "Do you want to rest for a while?"

"I'll take care of the rest."

Jiang Wantang shook her head and looked up at him with a firm attitude: "We must quickly resolve this matter. The people who have been poisoned are also waiting for treatment."

"Besides, the poison in your body hasn't been cured yet. Don't you need rest more than I do?"

Xie Zhiyan smiled helplessly, the little fox was still as stubborn as ever.

At this time, several doctors came in with the bottle of antidote, their expressions somewhat complicated.

Jiang Wantang asked curiously, "What's wrong, everyone?"

The leading doctor stepped forward, his face looking rather troubled. "My lord, the antidote we brought back contains a highly toxic herb called 'Aconitum Flower'. It is extremely toxic and can kill people if you are not careful..."

"This, this... We don't dare to try it easily."

After that, several other doctors also echoed: "Yes, yes..."

"Let me do it." Xie Zhiyan said calmly, as if it was just an ordinary matter.

Several doctors exclaimed in alarm, "No, sir!"

Xie Zhiyan smiled nonchalantly, and in the panic-stricken eyes of everyone, he took the porcelain bottle from the doctor's hand and poured out a brown pill.

When he was about to take the pill, Jiang Wantang raised his hand and grabbed his arm, with hesitation in his eyes.

Xie Zhiyan smiled, his lips curved, a faint arc forming at the corners of his eyes. He said slowly, "'Aconitum' only grows in the border areas of the southern border. This proves that all your judgments are correct."

"As for whether this is an antidote or poison, that is my fate, Xie Zhiyan."

"What's wrong with taking a gamble once?"

After saying that, he swallowed the pill directly.

Jiang Wantang stared at him blankly, her heart in her throat.

Not long after that, Xie Zhiyan fell into a deep sleep.

This was completely different from the reaction of the man in black at that time, and Jiang Wantang couldn't help but worry.

The doctors said that it might be because Xie Zhiyan had been constantly trying new medicines.

Inside the tent, Xie Zhiyan lay quietly on the bed, his deep and wise eyes tightly closed, his cold and elegant face was sickly pale, and his thin lips were completely bloodless.

If it weren't for his pulse and breathing, Jiang Wantang would have thought he would never wake up again.

The doctors also stayed by the bed, keeping a close eye on Xie Zhiyan's condition.

Time seems to stand still here, and there is a sense of tension and oppression in the air.

Jiang Wantang looked for a while and then walked out.

She didn't like the feeling of having to watch and wait for fate without being able to do anything about it.

So she went to the resting place arranged for the poisoned people, took care of them, and did her best to help.

Coincidentally, Jiang Wantang met the old woman who asked her to help find her granddaughter among the people. Although her foot was healed, she was poisoned again.

Jiang Wantang walked up to her and she recognized him at a glance.

She squatted in front of the old woman, with compassion in her eyes, and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry, I haven't found your granddaughter yet, but I will definitely keep looking."

The old woman just looked at her with a weak smile, slowly shook her head, and comforted her in return: "Good child, don't look for it anymore, just go quickly, don't stay here."

"Everyone here is infected with the plague. Please leave."

"No matter what, take care of your own life first."

As she spoke, she covered her mouth and nose and continued to push Jiang Wantang away.

A pair of rough, waxy hands, bony, weak and powerless...

Jiang Wantang could see that she couldn't hold on for much longer.

At this time, a servant brought a crying little girl to Jiang Wantang and said helplessly, "Sir, this little girl keeps crying and wants to find Master Xie. We really can't do anything."

Jiang Wantang looked at the thin little girl in front of him. She was wearing tattered clothes and her hair was a little messy. Her disheveled and pitiful appearance was very similar to herself when she was young.

The little girl's face turned red because of crying, her eyes were full of tears, and her eyes revealed deep fear and helplessness.

Jiang Wantang's heart couldn't help but soften. She gently reached out her hand, wiped the tears from the little girl's face, and said softly, "Little girl, don't cry. Tell me, why did you come to see Master Xie?

The little girl looked at Jiang Wantang with sobs, choking and saying, "Big brother... I... I heard he was sick, I'm worried about him..."

"Many people get sick here every day...they leave and never come back..."

"Wuwuwu... Big Brother..."

Jiang Wantang was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that a little child of five or six years old could be so sensitive and know so much.

She gently touched the little girl's head and comforted her, "Big brother is fine, don't worry, big brother is just tired and resting. He will come to see you later. Just be good and don't cry, okay?"

The little girl stopped crying half-believingly and stared straight at Jiang Wantang.

Jiang Wantang was amused by her. Although the little girl was young, she was still very wary.

At nightfall, when Jiang Wantang returned to the tent, Xie Zhiyan still hadn't woken up.

The doctors said that if he didn't wake up tonight, the situation would be serious.

Waiting and anticipation are, for Jiang Wantang, terrifying things in themselves.

Especially the unknown waiting.

Because what she had waited and hoped for, in the end, she never got to see it...

Jiang Wantang sat beside the couch, looking down at Xie Zhiyan who was lying quietly on the wooden couch. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said softly: "Xie Zhiyan, you will definitely live a long life..."

Then Jiang Wantang started talking to him alone.

She said, "Xie Zhiyan, when I first met you, I wondered how there could be such an annoying man in this world. What a waste of a good-looking face."