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Gu Ye leaned on her shoulder and whispered, "Xue Wei... meeting you in my life is the greatest fortune I've ever had..."

"Don't say anymore..." Murong Xuewei sobbed, "What's most important for you right now is to conserve your energy. I'll carry you, we'll be there soon..."

Faint footsteps approached from afar, and Murong Xuewei looked up alertly. She wiped away her tears and gently helped Gu Ye up.

“We have to hurry, we can’t let them catch up.” She carried Gu Ye on her back, her voice choked with sobs. “Gu Ye, you have to hold on. I’ll take you to Zhang Jing, I promise nothing will happen to you.”

Under the moonlight, Murong Xuewei took another step. The person on her back grew heavier and heavier, but Murong Xuewei gritted her teeth and continued forward.

In the pitch-black night, a crescent moon appeared and disappeared, its faint light shining on the desolate mountain road like a thin veil.

The bare branches rustled in the cold wind, and the occasional mournful howl of wolves in the distance added to the desolation.

Just then, a biting cold wind swept by, carrying a few withered leaves past Murong Xuewei.

Murong Xuewei shivered. Gu Ye, who was on her back, felt her trembling and said weakly, "Xuewei... you're cold too, why don't we find a place to rest..."

“No!” Murong Xuewei shook her head firmly, tears welling in her eyes. “We must hurry on our way. Your condition is getting worse and worse…” Before she could finish speaking, another gust of cold wind howled past, scattering her hair and her tears.

Gu Ye suddenly coughed violently again, his whole body trembling.

Each cough was like a knife, stabbing deeply into Murong Xuewei's heart. The shadows of the surrounding trees swayed in the moonlight, as if they too were sighing for this ill-fated couple.

"Gu Ye, do you still remember the day we got married?" Murong Xuewei said, her voice choked with sobs, as she struggled along the muddy mountain path. "Back then, we all thought it was just a transaction, a partnership that would last as long as it lasted. Who could have imagined..." The night wind howled, as if it were weeping along with her.

Gu Ye behind her gave a soft "hmm" and said weakly, "To think...we've come to this point..." His voice was softer than the wind, yet it struck Murong Xuewei's heart heavily.

"We didn't even have a proper wedding that day," Murong Xuewei said, fighting back tears. The withered branches beneath her feet snapped crisply. "When you're better, shall we have a wedding again? This time, I want to wear the most beautiful wedding dress and let everyone know that I truly want to be your wife..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a weight on her back, and the icy night dew soaked her clothes. Gu Ye had fainted. The surrounding chill seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the wind stopped howling.

"Gu Ye!" Murong Xuewei cried out in alarm, her voice echoing through the empty mountains, "Gu Ye, wake up! Don't scare me!"

Footsteps approached from afar, like the approaching footsteps of death. Murong Xuewei trembled as she bit her finger, a drop of bright red blood shimmering in the moonlight. She carefully dripped the blood onto Gu Ye's pale lips.

"This is my life's work, you must hold on!" she said, hoisting Gu Ye's back even tighter, tears silently sliding down onto the withered leaves. "We used each other back then, but now I truly can't live without you... You can't abandon me and Xiaoyan'er..."

Under the cold moonlight, her tears fell like broken pearls onto the desolate mountain path.

In the distance, towering mountains rose and fell, and Medicine King Valley appeared and disappeared, like a glimmer of hope beckoning to Murong Xuewei. If she could get there in time, she could definitely save Gu Ye.

Murong Xuewei tightened her grip on the person on her back, feeling his faint breathing. Withered leaves swirled in the wind, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, as if even heaven and earth were sighing for their fate. She silently prayed in her heart, "God, please let us arrive safely..."

In the early hours of the morning, a faint glimmer of light appeared on the horizon. Thick fog swirled in the cold wind, obscuring the mountain path ahead. Murong Xuewei's steps began to falter, but she gritted her teeth and persevered. Gu Ye, on her back, breathed increasingly weakly, his burning body temperature seeping through her clothes, sending chills down her spine.

"Gu Ye, you must hold on..." Murong Xuewei murmured to herself, her voice already hoarse. Her skirt was already soaked with dew, and her embroidered shoes were worn through from the long trek through the mountains. But she couldn't care less about that, mechanically walking forward step by step.

The mountain mist gradually dissipated, revealing the outline of Medicine King Valley. Upon seeing the valley entrance, Murong Xuewei almost burst into tears. However, exhaustion had dried her eyes, and even tears couldn't flow.

"We...are almost there..." she whispered to Gu Ye, her voice so weak that she could barely hear herself.

Just then, a dizzying sensation swept over her. Murong Xuewei managed to take a few more steps, but her legs wouldn't obey her. She knew she couldn't walk anymore, but with her last bit of strength, she shielded Gu Ye in front of her before collapsing heavily at the entrance of Medicine King Valley.

"Dr. Zhang... Dr. Zhang..." she cried out weakly with her last bit of strength.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, illuminating the two people lying at the valley entrance. Murong Xuewei's hand was still tightly gripping Gu Ye's sleeve, refusing to let go even in her unconscious state. Her long, black hair lay scattered on the ground, covered with dew and dust, and her pale face was streaked with tears.

A series of rustling footsteps gradually echoed through the valley, accompanied by anxious calls: "Madam! Madam!"

However, Murong Xuewei could no longer hear these sounds. Her consciousness gradually faded, and only in the last moment before she lost consciousness did she tightly grasp Gu Ye's hand...

After a moment of drowsiness, Murong Xuewei slowly opened her eyes. A few clear birdsongs came from outside the window, and sunlight streamed through the windowpanes onto the bedside. She blinked, adjusting to the light, and the faint scent of medicine around her told her that she was in the recuperation ward of Medicine King Valley.

Suddenly, memories flooded back, and the image of Gu Ye unconscious instantly filled her mind. Murong Xuewei sat up abruptly, but felt dizzy from the sudden movement.

"Madam is awake!" The young apprentice who had been standing guard rushed forward to support her. "Don't move, you've had a high fever all day..."

"Where is my husband?" Ignoring her dizziness, Murong Xuewei grabbed the young apprentice's hand and asked anxiously, "How is he? Can Doctor Zhang save him?"

Upon hearing this, the young apprentice's expression turned strange. He lowered his head, twisting the hem of his clothes with his fingers, stammering out a complete sentence: "This...His Majesty...Doctor Zhang said..."

"What happened?" Murong Xuewei's heart sank deeper and deeper, her voice trembling. "Tell me!"

The young apprentice trembled at her tone, but still stammered, "Doctor Zhang said... said His Majesty's poison has..."

"Already what?" Murong Xuewei's fingers dug deeply into her palms, her nails almost embedding into her flesh, yet she felt no pain at all.

The young apprentice bit his lip, about to speak, when suddenly footsteps sounded outside.

"Little Six, who gave you permission to disturb Madam's rest?" a slightly reproachful voice rang out.

Murong Xuewei looked up and saw Zhang Jing stride in, followed by several apprentices carrying medicine boxes. Seeing him, Murong Xuewei could no longer hold back, her voice choked with emotion: "Dr. Zhang...please tell me, Gu Ye, he..."

Zhang Jing looked at her pale face, his brows furrowing deeply. The atmosphere in the room became so heavy it was suffocating...