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Ning Feng returned to her room, took off her red dress, and changed into a simple, light outfit. With her disguise removed, a hint of weariness appeared between her brows.

Xiao Cui brought in tea and gently placed it on the table. Then she went behind Ning Feng and gently massaged her shoulders. "Holy Maiden, why did you cooperate with Xiao Si Ning? She's so stupid and only thinks about Gu Ye. She'll never amount to anything." Xiao Cui's tone was tinged with incomprehension and disdain.

Ning Feng closed her eyes, enjoying Xiao Cui's massage, and said calmly, "It's precisely because she's stupid that she's easier for me to use. She's completely devoted to Gu Ye; for her, nothing is more important than gaining Gu Ye's love. And that's exactly what I want."

Xiao Cui frowned slightly; she still didn't understand Ning Feng's intentions. "Holy Maiden, this servant still doesn't understand. What exactly do you want to do?"

Ning Feng opened her eyes, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "I will make Murong Xuewei wish she were dead." Her voice was icy and ruthless, as if it came from the abyss of hell.

“Murong Xuewei is now the Empress of Daqi, showered with love and affection, while Xiao Sining is just a neglected princess of a fallen kingdom,” Ning Feng said with a hint of sarcasm. “Xiao Sining’s jealousy is like a sharp blade that can slowly torture Murong Xuewei to death.”

Xiao Cui nodded, seemingly understanding. "Will Xiao Si Ning act according to your plan?"

Ning Feng sneered and said, "She will. She has no other choice." She paused and continued, "Her infatuation with Gu Ye has reached an almost insane level. She's willing to do anything to get Gu Ye."

"Will the Emperor fall in love with Xiao Si Ning?" Xiao Cui asked cautiously.

A hint of disdain flashed in Ning Feng's eyes. "Love? How long can a man's love for a woman last? Especially for a man like Gu Ye." She paused, her tone laced with sarcasm, "All he ever wanted was power."

Xiao Cui looked at Ning Feng with a sense of awe. She knew that the Holy Maiden was far more unfathomable than she had imagined.

Ning Feng stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the dark night sky outside, her eyes deep and unfathomable. "Murong Xuewei, your good days are over." Her voice was very soft, as soft as a breeze, but it carried a chilling coldness.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the fragrance of sandalwood wafted, yet it couldn't mask the faint smell of medicine permeating the air. Murong Xuewei leaned against the soft couch, her face pale and her breath weak.

She clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged, showing that she was trying her best to endure something.

In the past few days, she felt her body growing weaker and weaker, and her dizziness and lightheadedness were becoming more and more frequent. She knew that her time was running out.

She didn't want Xiao Yan'er to see her in this sickly state, and she didn't want him to see the moment she left.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and then summoned Liuli. "Liuli, go and invite Marquis Anping here."

Looking at Murong Xuewei's pale face, Liuli was filled with worry. "Your Highness, are you alright? Should we call the imperial physician?"

"No need," Murong Xuewei waved her hand, her voice weak. "I...I'm fine, I just wanted to see my brother."

Liuli looked at Murong Xuewei, her eyes filled with heartache and reluctance. She felt as if the Empress was giving her final instructions.

She dared not say more and could only silently retreat to invite Murong Yuxuan.

Before long, Murong Yuxuan rushed to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. As soon as he entered, he saw Murong Xuewei leaning against the soft couch with a pale face, and his heart tightened immediately.

"Xuewei, what's wrong?" He walked quickly to Murong Xuewei's side and asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell again?"

Murong Xuewei looked at her brother, a bitter smile flashing in her eyes. "Brother, I...I want to send Yan'er to your residence so that you, my sister-in-law, and our parents can help look after her for a while."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yuxuan was taken aback at first, but then he understood what his sister meant.

Murong Qingyu's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up, but he stubbornly held them back. "Xuewei, you...you don't think like that! You...you'll get better!"

Murong Xuewei shook her head and said calmly, "Brother, I know my situation. I don't want Yan'er to see me leave."

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, as if it might disappear at any moment.

Murong Yuxuan held Murong Xuewei's hand tightly, his heart filled with sorrow and helplessness. He knew he couldn't change anything.

"Okay," he said, his voice choked with emotion, "I...I promise you I will take good care of Yan'er."

A relieved smile appeared on Murong Xuewei's face. "Thank you, brother."

She paused, then continued, "And you must promise me you'll live well, for the Murong family, for Yan'er."

"Okay, I promise you." Murong Yuxuan's voice trembled, and tears finally welled up in her eyes.

Murong Xuewei looked at her brother, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

"Brother, I'm tired, I want to rest for a while."

Murong Yuxuan nodded, gently helped Murong Xuewei to the bed, and then silently withdrew.

He walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Murong Xuewei, and said firmly, "Xuewei, you...you must cooperate with the imperial physician's treatment. You can't give up, do you hear me?"

Murong Xuewei looked at her brother, a complex light flashing in her eyes. She nodded gently and said weakly, "Okay, I promise you."

But she knew in her heart that she didn't have much time left, and she just didn't know if she would be able to see Gu Ye again before she died.

For seven consecutive days and nights, Gu Ye and Zhang Jing have been tirelessly poring over the books in Medicine King Valley, trying to find a way to break the power of the contract.

Thick medical books filled the entire room, almost engulfing the two of them. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their faces were haggard, but they still did not give up and persisted, as if searching for a lifeline in a vast ocean.

"Still nothing," Zhang Jing said weakly, putting down the medical book in his hand, his tone filled with disappointment and exhaustion. He had turned the Medicine King Valley's library upside down, but still couldn't find any record of the power of contracts.

Gu Ye's face was also terribly gloomy. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh. Murong Xuewei's health was deteriorating rapidly, and he was helpless to do anything about it. This sense of powerlessness filled him with immense anger and despair.

"Is there really no other way?" His voice was hoarse and low, with a slight tremor that he could hardly hide.

Just then, a disciple from Medicine King Valley rushed in. "Valley Master, your junior sister is back!"

Zhang Jing and Gu Ye both looked up at the disciple, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"Junior sister?" Zhang Jing asked in confusion, "You mean my junior sister is back?"

The disciple nodded, his voice trembling with excitement, "Yes! I just saw your junior sister returning with her husband and child at the valley entrance! They said they were coming back to visit relatives!"