Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

The supplies brought by Chu Ying were like boiling lava, injected into this icy death land that was on the verge of solidifying.

Medicine, food, and warm clothes were distributed quickly, and the suppressed groans were gradually replaced by low sobs and prayers for survival.

Several experienced military doctors under Chu Ying's strict orders.

Everyone was busy around the "bed" made of broken wooden boards at Changbai Mountain.

The silver needles vibrated and hummed on several of his major acupoints, trying to stimulate the last bit of vitality in his body.

Liu Yueli's sleep was not peaceful.

Her exhausted body fell into darkness, but her consciousness still floated on the burning battlefield. She dreamed that the foggy depression had turned into a quagmire that swallowed everything.

Yang Erzhu and other patients stretched out their arms in the mud, their flesh sores festering and oozing pus, silently calling her name.

She dreamed that Changbaishan's upright figure was shattered into pieces under the cold light of the Frost Edge Barrier, and the end of the sword that broke the waves was the face of the Northern Sage King Toru Khan, who was sneering sinisterly under his sable fur.

The cold despair coiled around her heart like a poisonous snake, causing her to spasm even in her sleep.

"Master Liu...Master Liu!"

A deliberately lowered, anxious voice pulled her back to reality from the nightmare.

Liu Yueli suddenly opened her eyes, and the biting cold and the turbid air mixed with the smell of medicine in the camp instantly filled her lungs.

In front of me was Chu Ying's face, which was etched by wind and frost and now full of worry.

The camp was dimly lit, with only a few newly lit campfires providing faint light and heat. It was obviously late at night or early in the morning.

"how is he?"

Liu Yueli's voice was hoarse and dry, and her first thought was still the almost burned figure.

Chu Ying's face was solemn, and he moved aside to make some space.

"His life hangs by a thread, but his pulse is stable. The military doctor said that the Red Blood Solidifying Pill has sustained his vital energy, but this poison... is unprecedented and extremely powerful. The drug can only suppress it temporarily. Whether he can wake up... depends on himself, and also on..."

He paused and glanced sharply at Liu Yueli.

"Let's see if we can find a way to eradicate this 'evil plague'!"

Eradicate? Liu Yueli's heart sank.

She propped up her weak body and sat up, her eyes passing Chu Ying and falling on Chang Baishan who was being closely guarded by several military doctors not far away.

The deathly grayness on his face seemed to fade a little, but was replaced by an ominous sallow color. His breathing was weak but much steadier, and there was only a dark red spot the size of a grain of rice on his arm.

In the flickering firelight, there seemed to be faint signs of spreading and darkening in color.

"How did His Majesty know of the danger here? Why did he send you here?"

Liu Yueli withdrew her gaze and forced herself to think calmly.

Chu Ying's appearance was a blessing in disguise, but the timing was so precise it was almost eerie.

A complicated light flashed in Chu Ying's eyes, and his voice lowered even more:

"It was the 'Ghost Whistle' message that Lord Li Zuoyou risked his life to send. He intercepted a secret report from the Toruhan delegation, mentioning that the Northern Sage King's cleanup efforts in the Zhujiabao area were failing, and there were concerns about a backlash from the epidemic. He also suggested that the secret medicine of the sacred tree might be able to alleviate this problem."

"Lord Li has determined that something is wrong here. His Majesty is furious and has ordered me to travel day and night to provide assistance at all costs! Among the supplies, Lord Li risked his life to seize several boxes of suspicious 'medicinal herbs' from the Toruhan delegation before they left the capital, but no one recognizes them and dares not use them!"

Toruhan! The sacred tree's secret medicine! The plague's backlash!

These words exploded like thunder in Liu Yueli's mind, and all the clues connected instantly.

The Northern Wise King used this vicious plague as a weapon to "clean up" the rebels.

But they played with fire and burned themselves, causing the epidemic to spread and backfire!

And Toruhan, the Prime Minister of Shenmu who pretended to be weak and sought peace, actually held the clue to the antidote, or at least the inhibitory drug!

He sent an envoy to the Western Regions not to seek peace, but to take the opportunity to convey information or conduct transactions.

He might even want to use this plague as a bargaining chip to disrupt the political situation in Daqian!

Li Zuoyou intercepted the secret report and seized the medicinal materials. Qin Ming sent Chu Ying to provide assistance. This was a silent storm!

"Medicine...where are the confiscated herbs?"

A terrifying light suddenly flashed in Liu Yueli's eyes, a determination like grabbing the only vine on the edge of the abyss.

"It's right outside, guarded by my personal guards. No one is allowed to get close!"

Chu Ying pointed to a carriage covered with thick tarpaulin at the edge of the camp.

"Take me there! Now!"

Liu Yueli struggled to get up, her frostbitten and cracked feet stepping on the cold mud.

The piercing pain made her stagger, but Chu Ying held her up.

She pushed Chu Ying's hand away, her tone firm.

"I'm the only one in this camp who's ever smelled the stench of those poisonous sores and identified the scent of those rotting pits! I know the antidote the moment I smell it!"

Chu Ying looked at the unquestionable determination on the pale face of the woman in front of him.

It was as if I saw again the figure who commanded everyone in desperation and tried to fight the plague with his flesh and blood.

He no longer hesitated and nodded heavily:

"Okay! I'll clear the way for you!"

At the edge of the camp, the tarpaulin was suddenly pulled back, exposing several heavy wooden boxes nailed with sacred tree symbols to the cold night.

Chu Ying's personal guards were facing a formidable enemy, holding sharp blades and looking around vigilantly.

Liu Yueli ignored the cold glances and, under Chu Ying's protection, walked straight to the front box.

"Open it!" Chu Ying ordered.

When the lid of the box was pried open, an extremely strange smell hit me in the face.

It is not the fragrance or bitterness of ordinary herbs, but a strong, spicy, sweet, and even a pungent smell similar to sulfur!

The box was filled not with neatly arranged medicinal herbs, but with various strangely shaped plant roots, dried strange insect shells, and even a few packets of dark-colored powder.

The other people in the camp were irritated by the strange smell and coughed and stepped back.

Liu Yueli took a deep breath, and the strong and strange smell entered her nostrils.

It domineeringly dispelled the foul stench that had been lingering for days.

She closed her eyes, carefully distinguishing every subtle breath.

correct!

That fishy and sweet smell was exactly the sweet smell emitted when Yang Erzhu's flesh sore festered, but it was amplified a hundred times!

And beneath the spiciness, it seemed to subtly suppress the chill of rotting frozen meat in the stagnant water in the depression!

She fought back the churning in her stomach and moved closer to another box.

This box has a slightly lighter smell, but carries a strangely cool feeling.

She grabbed a handful of dark purple dried buds, ignoring Chu Ying's reminder to "be careful, they're poisonous."

She put it to the tip of her nose and took a deep sniff. The icy breath rushed straight to her forehead, and it actually cleared her dizzy mind!

This icy feeling...actually counteracted the strange gray frost smell that appeared around the sores on Chang Baishan's forearm!

"That's them!"

Liu Yueli looked up suddenly, her eyes burning with flames of hope and anger.

Pointing to the two boxes of medicinal herbs.

"The sweet and spicy ones suppress the outbreak of evil toxins in the body, while the cold and refreshing ones control the frost and malignant sores on the body! Toru Khan! The Northern Sage King! They are indeed birds of a feather! One releases poison, the other hides the solution!"