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"Alright! Stop talking." Murong Xuewei closed her eyes, Gu Ye's pale face appearing in her mind. In an instant, countless memories flooded her mind—every little thing she had shared with Gu Ye, his smile, his gentleness, his protection...

"I have obtained the antidote and sent Liuli back first." She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with determination. "Gu Ye will be alright, I will not let anything happen to him!"

She yanked the reins sharply: "Prepare the horses! We'll travel through the night!"

“But Your Highness,” Lan’er said worriedly, “you haven’t rested for several days. If this continues, your health will…”

"I told you everything's alright!" Murong Xuewei's face was pale, but she stubbornly straightened her back. "Every moment we delay increases Gu Ye's danger. I absolutely cannot..." Her voice trembled slightly, "I absolutely cannot let anything happen to him."

“Your Majesty is right.” Lan’er nimbly mounted her horse. “I have already arranged places to change horses along the way. We should be able to catch up with Liuli and return to the capital in three days at the earliest.”

As night deepened, the group spurred their horses and galloped towards the capital. Under the moonlight, the horses' hooves flew, kicking up clouds of dust.

Murong Xuewei sat in the carriage, anxiously looking at the curtain in front of her, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes.

All the weariness and worry of these past few days surged up at this moment. But she dared not stop, nor could she stop.

"Gu Ye..." she murmured the name she longed for day and night in her heart, "You promised to accompany me to see this prosperous world, to rule the world with me... You can't..." A tear silently slid down her cheek, quickly disappearing into the night wind, "You must wait for me!"

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance, leaving only the bright moon hanging high in the sky, silently watching over everything. The moonlight was as clear as if it had been washed, yet it only made the night seem even more desolate.

Murong Xuewei traveled through the night and finally caught up with Liuli, who was about to enter the city, at the city gate.

Seeing the exhausted look on Murong Xuewei's face, Liuli quickly dismounted.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Did you encounter an ambush on the road?"

Murong Xuewei grabbed Liuli's hand and said anxiously, "Quickly, into the city, back to the palace."

Liuli hadn't quite grasped what was happening, but seeing Murong Xuewei's anxious expression, she nodded and followed her into the city to return to the palace.

The palace lights remained on all night. Murong Xuewei rushed into her bedchamber as soon as she dismounted, her skirt covered in dust and her hair disheveled. She didn't bother to tidy it up, and her hands tightly gripped the jade bottle in front of her chest, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Your Majesty!" She pushed open the palace door and saw Gu Ye lying on the dragon bed, his face ashen. Her heart ached. Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were already red.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress." The imperial physician knelt and bowed. "His Majesty has just had another fever, and is currently..."

"I've obtained the antidote!" Murong Xuewei eagerly took out a jade bottle from her bosom, her hands trembling slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Quickly, give it to His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, this humble official will administer it to His Majesty immediately."

From an angle unseen by Murong Xuewei, the imperial physician who received the medicine curled into a sinister smile and secretly replaced the medicine given to him by Murong Xuewei with another kind of medicine.

Murong Xuewei was frantic with worry. Seeing Gu Ye's pained expression, she was at a loss for what to do. Suppressing her panic, she said to the imperial physician, "What are you waiting for? Quickly administer the medicine to the Emperor."

Upon hearing Murong Xuewei's urging, the imperial physician quickly picked up the medicine, helped Gu Ye up, and slowly administered it to him.

After Gu Ye took the medicine, the imperial physician slowly put Gu Ye down, then stood aside with a relieved expression, looking as if he were waiting to die.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Gu Ye, and no one noticed the change in the imperial physician.

Murong Xuewei looked at Gu Ye with concern, "How long will it take for the Emperor to wake up?"

"Hahahaha, Murong Xuewei, Gu Ye will never wake up." The imperial physician laughed maniacally.

Murong Xuewei hadn't yet figured out when this had happened, and looked at the imperial physician with a puzzled expression, "Imperial Physician Song, what do you mean?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Ye suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood stained the white bed.

"Gu Ye!" Murong Xuewei frantically supported Gu Ye, at a loss for what to do. "Someone! Quickly, think of something! Save the Emperor! Quickly!" She turned to the imperial physicians, her voice already trembling with tears, "You all have to think of something!"

Outside the hall, Murong Qingyu was talking quietly with Lan'er. Hearing her sister's cries, the two rushed inside.

"What's wrong?" Murong Qingyu's heart tightened as she looked at her sister's pale face.

"Brother...I...I got the antidote, but Lord Zhang hasn't arrived yet. I don't know what to do..." Murong Xuewei's voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "His Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, please calm down." Lan'er stepped forward to support the swaying Murong Xuewei. "Is there something wrong with the medicine?"

Gu Ye coughed up another mouthful of blood, barely opened his eyes, and raised his hand to touch Murong Xuewei's face. His fingers were already ice-cold.

"Xuewei..." his voice was weak, his eyes filled with reluctance, "Don't...worry..."

"Gu Ye! No, no!" Murong Xuewei gripped his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs, "You can't die..."

Murong Qingyu stood to the side, his brows furrowed. Assassins had blocked their way there, yet they returned unimpeded... It was all too much of a coincidence. He looked at Lan'er, their eyes meeting, both seeing the same suspicion in each other's eyes.

Could it be... that this was all part of someone's plan?

Physician Song took out the medicine Murong Xuewei had given her earlier and held it high. "The medicine I gave Gu Ye wasn't the one you brought back at all; it was a poison that breaks your heart. You can just wait to collect Gu Ye's corpse."

After saying this, Physician Song smashed the medicine in his hand on the ground. The white porcelain bottle shattered instantly, and the medicine inside spilled all over the ground.

"No!" Murong Xuewei shouted, rushing towards the shards and trying to scoop up the liquid with her hands.

However, the medicine had already been absorbed by the bricks on the ground. Murong Xuewei swept for a long time, but only managed to sweep up a pile of fragments, and her hands were covered in cuts.

Seeing this, Murong Qingyu worriedly helped Murong Xuewei up, "Xuewei, you can't pick it up."

"No, big brother, please help me! I can pick it up now, please help me!"

Murong Xuewei cried and kept pleading with Murong Qingyu.

Seeing Murong Xuewei like this, Murong Qingyu couldn't bear it and turned her head away.

The flickering candlelight illuminated everyone's pale faces. Murong Qingyu was about to dissuade her sister from letting go when she saw Murong Xuewei slowly stand up, her aura suddenly changing. The once gentle empress seemed to transform in an instant into a ferocious beast ready to devour her prey.

"Your Majesty the Empress..." The palace maids standing nearby trembled with fear at the sight of the imposing presence and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Murong Xuewei walked step by step towards Physician Song, each step seeming to pound on everyone's hearts. "Physician Song, do you know how precious this medicine is?" Her voice was icy. "To obtain this one bottle of medicine, outside Medicine King Valley... mountains of corpses piled up, not even cold yet."

"I...I..." Imperial Physician Song was overwhelmed by this imposing aura and retreated repeatedly until he bumped into a palace pillar. "Your Majesty, spare me! I was forced into this situation..."

"Forced into a corner?" Murong Xuewei sneered, flicking her jade-like finger, the silver needle gleaming coldly in the candlelight. "Then today, I'll show you what true helplessness is!"

In the blink of an eye, Murong Xuewei had already pressed forward. Before Physician Song could react, a silver needle had already pierced his neck. His eyes widened, his mouth opened, but he could only utter a "hoarse" sound.

"This needle is to let you taste what it means to wish for death but be unable to die." A ruthless glint flashed in Murong Xuewei's eyes as she thrust out several more needles. "These needles are to let you know the price of betrayal!"

Physician Song convulsed, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded. A young imperial physician rushed into the hall, paused for a moment upon seeing Physician Song on the ground, then knelt down and bowed: "I am Lin Xiuzhu, the apprentice of Lord Zhang, and I have come to Your Majesty's aid!"

"You have a way to save the Emperor?" Murong Xuewei's eyes rekindled with hope.