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Inside the palace, Gu Ye coughed violently again, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The imperial physician rushed forward to take his pulse, his forehead already beaded with cold sweat.

Murong Qingyu looked at Gu Ye lying on the couch, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

When he entrusted his sister to Gu Ye, he never imagined that things would turn out this way.

"Your Majesty, please have some ginseng soup first." Murong Qingyu helped Gu Ye lean against the couch and personally brought him the medicine. He could feel that Gu Ye's body was even weaker than yesterday, and that ominous premonition grew stronger.

Gu Ye waved his hand, his voice weak: "No need..." Before he could finish speaking, he coughed again. He knew the medicine was useless, but he couldn't bear to see his brother-in-law so worried.

The imperial physician knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, your pulse is getting weaker and weaker. If it continues..." He dared not finish his sentence.

"How long until Xuewei comes back?" Gu Ye struggled to open his eyes and looked at Murong Qingyu. He longed to see Xuewei's face one last time, even if it was just for the last time.

Murong Qingyu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms without him even noticing: "The journey to Medicine King Valley is long and arduous. Even if my sister has obtained the antidote, I'm afraid..." He dared not continue, afraid of uttering the worst possible outcome. He had never felt so helpless in his entire life.

"Uncle!" Murong Linlin suddenly burst into the hall, her eyes brimming with tears. "You must wait for Aunt to return!"

Looking at his little niece's red, tear-filled eyes, Gu Ye forced a smile: "Don't cry... I'm fine..." But a pang of pain shot through his heart. He remembered Xue Wei saying that she would find Linlin a good husband when she grew up. That promise, he feared, would have to be broken.

The words had barely left his mouth when Gu Ye suddenly clutched his chest, his face turning deathly pale. The imperial physician rushed forward to take his pulse, his expression growing even more grave: "Your Majesty, your heart pulse..."

"Your Majesty!" Lan'er hurried into the hall and bowed to Gu Ye. "She has asked me to go to Medicine King Valley to meet the Empress. With my lightness skill, the round trip will take at most three days."

Murong Qingyu's eyes lit up. He knew Lan'er's martial arts skills; perhaps this was their only hope: "Lan'er, are you really willing to go?"

"The Empress has treated me like a sister, so I have no choice but to do this." Lan'er's expression was firm. Thinking of Murong Xuewei's kindness in recognizing her talent, she secretly vowed to bring the person back safely this time.

Gu Ye suddenly coughed violently, this time coughing up even more blood. He raised his hand, gesturing for Lan'er to come forward, but in his heart, he was calculating how much longer he could hold on. Three days... could he really wait until then? "You..."

"Your Majesty, please conserve your strength; there's no need for further words." Lan'er knelt down. "I will set off immediately and will certainly bring the Empress and the antidote back safely."

"Be careful... Nanzhao..." Gu Ye said with difficulty. He knew that the people of Nanzhao would not give up easily, and Xue Wei's journey was extremely dangerous. But now he could only lie here, unable to do anything.

Lan'er nodded: "Your Majesty, rest assured." After saying that, she got up and rushed towards the door, her figure quickly disappearing into the night.

"Your Majesty, please rest." Murong Qingyu tucked Gu Ye in, his anxiety growing. He gazed at the moonlight outside the window, silently praying, "Xuewei, you must come back safely... My brother has already lost our parents, he can't lose you too..."

Gu Ye leaned back on the couch, his consciousness gradually fading. Memories of his acquaintance with Murong Xuewei kept flashing through his mind.

He remembered the unprecedented panic he felt when she first shielded him from an arrow; he remembered her captivating smile at her coronation ceremony; he remembered her weak yet blissful appearance when she gave birth to Yan'er...

"Xuewei..." he murmured, a tear sliding down his cheek, "You said...you would...grow old with me...I'll wait for you..."

Murong Qingyu felt as if her heart was being torn apart when she saw Gu Ye's expression.

He recalled his sister's journey with Gu Ye, and the pure and genuine emotions they shared.

If Gu Ye is no longer with her when her sister returns this time, she probably won't want to live anymore.

"Someone come here!" Murong Qingyu suddenly shouted, her voice carrying a glimmer of hope. "Go and bring Yan'er here. Perhaps the child can provide His Majesty with some support."

A short while later, the wet nurse carried the sleeping little prince into the hall.

Looking at his son's innocent face, Gu Ye's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions: reluctance, guilt, worry... "If only... I could watch you grow up... take good care of your mother for me..."

"Your Majesty!" Murong Qingyu's voice choked with emotion, "You will surely watch Yan'er grow up. Xuewei will definitely return in time! You and Xuewei are destined to grow old together, Heaven won't be so cruel..."

Outside the palace, the night grew even deeper. A bright moon hung high, casting its cool, clear light.

Whether it was my imagination or not, the moonlight seemed colder than usual.

"Song Zhao, go to the pharmacy again and see if there are any usable medicines left," Murong Qingyu instructed.

Murong Qingyu knew that these medicines wouldn't be very effective, but she couldn't just stand by and watch Gu Ye's condition worsen.

The young eunuch hurriedly ran out. Silence fell over the hall, broken only by Gu Ye's faint breathing.

“Brother-in-law…” Gu Ye suddenly spoke, his voice weak yet tinged with solemnity, “If… I don’t live to see Xuewei return…”

"Your Majesty!" Murong Qingyu interrupted him, "Please don't say such things."

Gu Ye shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother-in-law... let me finish. If I... really am gone, you must... take good care of Xuewei and Yan'er." He suddenly grabbed Murong Qingyu's hand, "And... the one in the secret chamber..."

A violent cough interrupted him. Murong Qingyu quickly patted him on the back to help him catch his breath: "Your Majesty, please stop talking. Rest first. When Xuewei returns, you can speak to her personally."

"Your Majesty!" Suddenly, a palace maid rushed in. "The young prince seems to have a fever."

Gu Ye sat up abruptly, spitting out another mouthful of blood. Murong Qingyu quickly supported him: "Your Majesty!"

"Yan'er..." Gu Ye struggled to get up, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. "I need to go see Yan'er..."

Murong Qingyu pressed him down: "Don't move, I'll go check on Yan'er. Perhaps the weather is getting colder, and children are prone to catching a cold."

Gu Ye leaned against the couch, his eyes filled with worry. He always felt that Yan'er's illness was unusual, but now he couldn't even go to see his son.

Before long, Murong Qingyu returned: "Your Majesty, rest assured, the imperial physician said it's just a common cold and has prescribed medicine; you'll recover soon."

Gu Ye felt an even greater tightness in his chest. He had a feeling that Xiao Yan'er's cold wasn't just a common cold.

"Brother-in-law..." Gu Ye said weakly, "Have someone keep a close eye on Yan'er..."

Murong Qingyu assumed he was worried about the child and comforted him, "Your Majesty, rest assured, the best doctors in the Imperial Hospital are taking care of Yan'er. He will recover soon."

"Brother-in-law... if Xuewei comes back... and doesn't see me..." Gu Ye's eyes were filled with tears, "tell her for me... I'm sorry... I couldn't... be with her until old age..." He had a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't say them. He wanted to warn his brother-in-law to be careful of Xiao Wanning, but he was afraid of alerting her and harming Yan'er instead.

"Your Majesty!" Murong Qingyu turned and knelt down. "Please don't say such things. Xuewei will be back soon; Lan'er has already gone to fetch her. You must hold on!"

The moon was high in the sky, inside the palace. Gu Ye gazed at the moonlight outside the window, silently praying: Xue Wei, you must come back soon...