The whole family was brutally murdered? The ruthless heiress's eldest daughter went berserk aft

Zhang Jing walked to the bedside, looked at Murong Xuewei's haggard face, and sighed: "The poison in Her Majesty's body has reached her heart."

In an instant, Murong Xuewei felt dizzy and her ears were ringing. The birdsong outside the window seemed to stop abruptly at that moment, and the whole world seemed to fall silent.

"No...it can't be..." she murmured to herself, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly with both hands. "There must be a way, right? Dr. Zhang, you must have a way to save him..."

Zhang Jing was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "There is indeed another way."

Murong Xuewei suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope rekindling in her eyes: "What method? No matter how difficult, I'm willing to try!"

"In the frigid north, there grows a thousand-year-old snow lotus that can cure all poisons," Zhang Jing paused, "but the area is perpetually covered in snow and bitterly cold, making it difficult even for the most skilled martial artists to approach. Furthermore, once the snow lotus is picked, it must be used in medicine within an hour, otherwise its medicinal effects will be completely lost."

"I'll go find it!" Before Zhang Jing could finish speaking, Murong Xuewei threw off the covers and got out of bed.

"Madam!" the young apprentice rushed to help her up. "You still have a fever..."

"Don't stop me!" Murong Xuewei shook off the young apprentice's hand and stumbled to her feet. "Where is Gu Ye? Take me to him."

Looking into her determined eyes, Zhang Jing knew he couldn't dissuade her, so he could only say, "Come with me."

He led Murong Xuewei through several corridors to a secluded courtyard. Pushing open the door, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out. Lying on the bed was Gu Ye, his face as pale as paper, a faint black aura visible around his lips, his breathing growing increasingly weak.

Murong Xuewei walked quickly to the bedside and gently took Gu Ye's hand. His hand was icy cold, yet unnaturally damp.

"Gu Ye..." she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Wait for me, I'll go get your medicine right away. You promised to have a wedding with me again, you can't break your promise..."

After saying that, she straightened up, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Zhang Jing: "Dr. Zhang, please tell me the exact location, I'll set off now."

"Madam, please think it over carefully," Zhang Jing said in a deep voice. "The cold there can crack steel; a slight misstep could freeze you to death on the spot. Besides, a journey of an hour is impossible even for the fastest runner..."

“I said, no matter how difficult it is, I’m going,” Murong Xuewei interrupted him, her gaze resolute. “For Gu Ye, I’d go through fire and water without hesitation.”

Looking at Murong Xuewei's resolute eyes, Zhang Jing remained silent for a moment before saying, "In that case, I will go with you, Madam. The Snow Lotus must be used in medicine immediately after being picked, so my presence is necessary."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Zhang." Murong Xuewei bowed deeply to Zhang Jing, "It's just that the journey has been dangerous..."

“Although I am not skilled in martial arts, I have studied medicine for many years and know how to protect the heart in extremely cold places.” Zhang Jing turned and called to his apprentice, “Go prepare the carriage and stock up on plenty of medicinal herbs for keeping warm.”

At this moment, Lan'er and Nangong Yifeng arrived at Medicine King Valley with their men. When Lan'er heard that Murong Xuewei was going to the far north, she quickly came to Murong Xuewei's side.

Lan'er rushed over upon hearing the news: "Your Majesty, allow me to accompany you as a guard."

Lan'er knew that given Murong Xuewei's personality, it would be impossible to dissuade her from going, so she might as well go with her.

“No,” Murong Xuewei shook her head. “You need to stay here and look after Gu Ye. If anything unusual happens, send someone to notify us immediately.”

Zhang Jing glanced at the sky outside the window: "Time is of the essence, we must set off now. Taking the Emperor by water will be faster; I'll have the boats prepared."

Soon, a light and fast boat docked at a secluded pier. Several accompanying guards carefully carried Gu Ye aboard. Zhang Jing set up a medicine stove in the cabin and hung sachets around the boat to ward off the cold.

Murong Xuewei sat beside Gu Ye, holding his cold hand. The ship cut through the waves, the cold wind howling, billowing her cloak high. She gazed at the darkening sky in the distance, her eyes filled with worry.

“Don’t worry, Madam,” Zhang Jing handed over a bowl of warm medicinal soup. “I’ve already arranged for horses to be ready at the post stations along the way. Once we reach the Northern Border, you will need to gather the Snow Lotus on your own.”

Murong Xuewei took the medicine bowl: "Dr. Zhang, you said before that cold air can crack steel, is there any way to prolong the suffering?"

“Yes.” Zhang Jing took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. “This is my treasured Cold-Repelling Pill. After taking it, it can resist the cold for half an hour. However, the pill is potent and will greatly deplete your vital energy after taking it.”

Murong Xuewei took the porcelain bottle without hesitation: "That's enough. I'm willing to pay any price to save Gu Ye."

The ship continued northward, and fine snowflakes began to fall. Murong Xuewei gazed at the swirling snowflakes outside the cabin, silently praying: Gu Ye, you must hold on. I will find the Snow Lotus and save you...

Inside the cabin, Murong Xuewei wrote a secret letter by the dim candlelight. She paused for a moment, considering her words:

elder brother:

Knowing that Gu Ye and I left the capital, you must be very worried. The situation is urgent, and I didn't have time to say goodbye in person. Gu Ye's poisoning is severe; only the Northern Snow Lotus can cure him. Doctor Zhang and I have already set off for there.

Brother, please remember not to make this public for now. There are countless spies from Nanzhao in the court, and if the news leaks out, it could cause further complications. Please handle state affairs on Gu Ye's behalf for now. If any ministers inquire, tell them that His Majesty has caught a cold and is recuperating at the Imperial Hospital.

Furthermore, I suspect Ning Feng still has spies in the palace. Please send more people to protect Yan'er. Keep an eye on any eunuchs or palace maids who seem suspicious. Please take good care of her while I'm away.

雪薇

After finishing writing, Murong Xuewei carefully sealed the letter, dripped sealing wax onto the seal, and affixed her personal seal. She summoned the bodyguard who had been following her: "Deliver this letter to the capital tonight, and make sure to hand it to the eldest young master personally."

The guards, having received their orders, were about to depart when Murong Xuewei added, "Be careful on the road. If you encounter anyone suspicious following you, take a detour to ensure the letter is delivered safely."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured," the guard bowed respectfully. "This subordinate will depart immediately."

After seeing off the guards, Murong Xuewei returned to her cabin. Zhang Jing was taking Gu Ye's pulse when he saw her enter and said, "Madam, we'll be entering the Northern Territory in half a day. The post stations there have already arranged for horses to be transferred, but further north we'll have to travel on foot."

"Hmm." Murong Xuewei nodded, looking at Gu Ye, who was unconscious on the bed. "How is he now?"

“Reporting to Madam, I just gave His Majesty a dose of calming medicine, which temporarily stabilized the poisoning, but…” Zhang Jing hesitated.

“But what?”

“But His Majesty’s pulse is getting weaker and weaker, I’m afraid…” Zhang Jing sighed, “We must find the Snow Lotus as soon as possible.”

Murong Xuewei gripped Gu Ye's hand tightly and whispered, "Don't worry, I will definitely find Xue Lian in time."

The ship continued its northward journey, the weather growing increasingly cold. Outside the window, the snow fell heavier and heavier, the howling wind whipping against the sails. Murong Xuewei gazed at the gradually blurring riverbank, silently praying: May this letter arrive safely, may we find the Snow Lotus before time...