After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

Fang Xiaoran had a dream in which many people appeared.

There's a mother, a master, and Gu Yuqing...

She even saw her deceased maternal grandfather and grandmother smiling at her.

She also saw a vast sea of ​​flowers at Yunlai Mountain Villa, where her mother was picking flowers. Shui Lu brought her a cup of brewed jade dew and handed it to her.

That faint fragrance lingered in her memory, as if everything had returned to its beginning.

A breeze swept by, swirling up a shower of fallen petals. Mo Wen, beneath the tree, wielded a sword, appearing as graceful as a banished immortal.

She looked into the distance and saw Gu Yuqing sitting in the corridor, playing the zither.

A moving melody drifted out, as if from a dream.

But then the music suddenly changed, and a sawing noise came from the rhythmic strings. The piercing noise suddenly tore through the air, like countless blunt knives scraping against the eardrums!

Fang Xiaoran suddenly covered her ears, but the sound seemed to drill directly into her brain, making her vision go black and abruptly waking her from her dream.

When she groggily opened her eyes, she saw Ziju's anxious face. Seeing that she was awake, Ziju burst into tears of joy, "Princess, you're finally awake."

It was clear she was terrified, after all, Fang Xiaoran had been unconscious for several days.

When she changed her dressing, seeing the shocking wounds on her body, Ziju felt both heartache and distress, wishing she could take her place.

Fortunately, she woke up safely, which finally relieved Ziju.

"How long have I been asleep?" Fang Xiaoran's voice was a little hoarse, and her throat tasted metallic. Seeing this, Ziju quickly brought her a cup of hot water. "You've been asleep for three days. The imperial physicians have come to see you several times during these three days, and they all said your condition was critical. Fortunately, fortunately, the young master managed to find some rare and precious medicines, which saved your life..."

Speaking of this, Ziju felt even more frightened. Even after Fang Xiaoran woke up, she was still worried. Seeing her concern, Fang Xiaoran smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

With her smile, Ziju felt much more at ease. In Ziju's eyes, her daughter was omnipotent.

After finishing the water in her glass, Fang Xiaoran sat up, intending to get out of bed, but was stopped by Ziju. She shook her head slightly at Ziju, "It's alright, I know my own body. Besides, lying in bed all the time isn't good for my recovery."

"Yes, yes, you are a doctor, so naturally you know more than I do," Ziju said with a smile, helping Fang Xiaoran off the bed.

Compared to before, Ziju was much more playful and lively. It seems that Fang Xiaoran's serious injury really frightened her, so much so that she wanted to appear as energetic as possible in front of Fang Xiaoran.

Getting out of bed for the first time was still quite tiring, and the wounds on her body had not fully healed. Even the slightest movement would cause her to feel pain all over. Fortunately, Fang Xiaoran had a strong will and could still endure these fatal injuries.

After taking a step, Fang Xiaoran felt much more relaxed and didn't need Ziju's help anymore.

As she walked to the door, a gentle breeze blew in, and she felt much more refreshed.

Three days was far too long for her.

Just as she was about to step out the door, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure out of the corner of her eye. In the long corridor, Gu Yuqing leaned against the vermilion railing, dressed in a rare plain white robe. Even the black jade hairpin that he usually used to tie his hair had been replaced with a snow-white ribbon. He looked as elegant as a banished immortal.

He held a guqin in his hands, his slender fingers casually resting on the strings, his posture somewhat resembling that of a hermit master.

Her eyelids twitched, and she immediately understood.

Sure enough, the murderous noise I heard in my dream was indeed played by him.

Ziju Fang Xiaoran, standing to the side, pointed and whispered, "While you were unconscious, the young master played the zither here to heal you. The imperial physician said that if you have pleasant zither music to accompany you, you can recover faster."

"Pleasant to the ear?" Even with Fang Xiaoran's strong willpower, she felt a wave of dizziness upon hearing those two words.

Ziju knew what she meant and said apologetically, "I tried to stop him, but the young master said that his zither playing is the best in the world and no one can match him."

"That's right. Even the Silver Crane could be repelled. How many people could withstand it?" Fang Xiaoran shook her head helplessly, but she had to admit that her internal energy recovered faster than she had imagined. Could it really be the effect of that zither music?

Fang Xiaoran shook her head violently, not daring to even think about it. She felt it was better not to recover than to have to listen to that music.

Gu Yuqing seemed to sense something, looked up at him, and smiled slightly: "Awake?"

Fang Xiaoran twitched the corners of her mouth and walked towards him with a smile, pointing to the guqin in his arms: "Thank you for protecting me, but please don't play it next time."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuqing looked disappointed and said with a hint of grievance, "The beauty of the zither music should be appreciated with your heart. Madam, you haven't been attentive enough."

If you put in any more effort, you'll probably die of exhaustion.

Fang Xiaoran didn't want to dwell on the guqin anymore. Her most urgent task upon waking up was to confirm her master's safety.

"Where is my master?" she asked directly, her tone revealing a hint of nervousness.

Gu Yuqing paused, and the strings trembled slightly, as if startled by her eagerness.

"The southeast wing." He looked up, his voice calm but tinged with seriousness, "But he's not quite lucid right now."

Fang Xiaoran's heart sank. Without waiting for him to say anything more, she turned and left.

Outside the southeast wing, two guards stood with knives at their sides. Their expressions changed slightly when they saw Fang Xiaoran, but they did not stop her.

The door was tightly closed, and a faint medicinal fragrance seeped out from the cracks in the window, but it couldn't mask the faint smell of blood.

Fang Xiaoran's fingertips had just touched the door panel when she heard a muffled sound of chains rattling inside.

"Master?" she called out, but there was no answer, only a hoarse growl, like a trapped wild beast.

She pushed open the door and saw a man dressed in black, bound by chains, lying on the bed. Hearing the sound, he jumped up like a wild beast and attacked Fang Xiaoran.

He was extremely fast; even Fang Xiaoran might not be able to react immediately.

Just as he was about to get close, the sound of chains tightening suddenly came. Mo Wen was pulled back by the chains when he was only three inches away from her, and could no longer get any closer.

Looking at her master like this, Fang Xiaoran felt a mix of emotions.

"Master, do you still remember Ran'er? I am Ran'er, Master..." Her voice was hoarse, her eyes trembled slightly, filled with heartache, reluctance, and even more so, guilt.

Mo Wen remained unmoved by what she said, his hands still struggling to break free of the chains. The chains were long enough for him to move around inside the house, but he could not step out of the door.

He is currently out of control, which is why Gu Yuqing locked him up. Fang Xiaoran naturally wouldn't blame Gu Yuqing for this, but she felt very uncomfortable.

"Master, I will heal you."

Instead of using silver needles to forcibly subdue him, Fang Xiaoran had a perfumer prepare a calming fragrance overnight.

The delicate sandalwood scent, mixed with the calming aroma of herbs, slowly filled the room, finally calming the agitated Mo Wen and causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

She carefully unbuttoned her master's robe, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Mo Wen's pale chest was covered with hideous wounds, the most fatal of which was the sword wound in his heart; if it were just half an inch off, it would have pierced his heart directly.

The edges of the wound were an abnormal bluish-purple, clearly indicating that it had been poisoned.

Fang Xiaoran's fingertips trembled slightly, unable to imagine what kind of fierce battle her master had gone through.

What alarmed her even more was that her master had a clear blunt force injury on the back of his head, with a slight indentation in his skull, which was probably the root cause of his mental instability.

Fang Xiaoran carefully examined the injury, her brows furrowing more and more. This was completely different from Young Master Mei's condition; it was not caused by the Gu worm, but rather a real head injury.

"Master..." she called softly, her voice choked with emotion.

The most important thing now is to clear the blood clots in the brain and repair the damaged meridians.

Although it was a difficult situation, she was confident that she could restore her master's sanity.

When he wakes up, all the mysteries may be solved.