Rebirth: The Blood Demon Empress Chapter 53 - Hanging by a Thread

  The bright moon is high in the sky, and the cold wind is blowing fiercely. The heavy snow has been falling from the fourth watch until now. The palace maids who were sweeping away the accumulated snow in the temporary palace have all gone to rest. All around is quiet.

  All I could hear was the sound of the wind, the snow, and the low murmur of the two people's conversation.

  "Qin Jin, you said the princess is awake, are we going back to Beihan now?" Lu Hu walked carelessly on the snowy ground, leaving footprints with each step, making a faint "creaking" sound that was particularly loud in the quiet of the snowy night.

  "You don't want to go back." Qin Jin said in a bad tone, the hot air he breathed out was like smoke, and it turned into water vapor before disappearing in front of him.

  The king is where he is, and he will never leave him, it's a promise he made.

  "Where the king is, I am." The big knife hung at his waist, swaying with his walking motion, the moonlight stretched their shadows, Lu Hu rubbed his hands, this day was really cold.

  Compared to their northern country, the winter in Qīyuè Country is not that cold.

  "Hehe, alright, let's hurry up and report to the king, so he can accompany the queen earlier." Qin Jin may not understand romance, but he is a straightforward person with a fiery heart. He believes that true love should be like the king and queen's, passionate and all-consuming.

  Lu Hu Bai Yan flipped his eyes and said reluctantly, "You think I don't want to hurry up? The king ordered that before the specified time, we can't go disturb him."

  Just as the two of them were crossing the deserted garden path, their feet had not yet stepped onto the corridor stone steps when they almost got knocked back a few paces and fell into the snowy ground.

  "How can you walk like that, don't you have eyes?" Lu Hu shouted, steadying himself. The palace maid who was attending to him hastily retreated, almost bumping into the prince, which would be a disaster.

  The blue-clad figure, who had fallen to the ground, covered her forehead which was red and painful with one hand, while tears streamed down her face. Seeing Qin Jin and Lu Hu, she looked like she had seen a lifesaver, and sobbed: "Lord Lu, Lord Qin, where is the king? I want to find the king... The queen... She..."

  Tears fell in strings before the words were finished, dropping one by one onto the icy corridor floor and freezing into ice in an instant.

  "What's going on? Tell me clearly!" Qin Jin stretched out his hand and pulled up Qingyi who was still sitting on the ground.

  She was the maid arranged by Wang Ye to serve beside the princess, and had been serving the princess since she was in the Regent Prince's mansion. She was deeply loved by the princess, which is why Wang Ye would bring Qing Yi wherever he went.

  "Dummy, can't you ask properly? You scared her." Lu Hu pushed away Qin Jin, who had a scowl on his face, and gently patted Qingyi's shoulder. He intentionally softened his voice and asked again, "Speak slowly, what happened to the princess? Don't be afraid."

  Qing Yi sniffled, steadied her emotions, and then slowly spoke in a choked voice.

  The king usually takes care of the queen himself and rarely asks her to serve the queen, only when the king is not around will she be allowed to stay in the room and guard it without leaving.

  Just as the king left the room and told her to take good care of the queen, she went to the palace manager to get some incense and returned to find that the queen's complexion was different from usual. The room was warm and cozy, but upon closer inspection, she found that the originally warm body had become slightly stiff.

  "It's all like this, the princess... wu wu... what to do?" Qing Yi said with tears, her big eyes were full of tears. She liked the princess, a kind-hearted woman like the princess shouldn't die young.

  Qin Jin listened and immediately ordered: "You go guard the princess, Lu Hu, we will go find the king right away."

  "Yes, I'll take good care of the princess. You guys hurry up." The maid in green wiped away her tears and, ignoring the pain in her buttocks and arms, turned around and ran back along the way they had come.

  Her body was stiff, she could massage the princess's body, so would she warm up then.

  "Qin Jin, you go inform Master Wang, I'll find Miss Leng. We'll split up and act separately, we must be quick." Lu Hu spoke as he already stored up his internal energy and used his lightness skill to jump out several steps away.

  The only one who can save the princess is Leng Ziyue. Apart from putting all their hopes on her, they have no other choice.

  "Be careful on the road." In the middle of the night, Qin Jin didn't know if he could even ask Leng Xueyue to come over, and he quickly ran down the corridor. He didn't dare imagine what crazy things Prince Wang would do if something happened to Princess Wang.

  Careful reminders disappeared in the cold wind, but he still wanted to say it.

  All along, Qin Jin had thought that Lu Hu was brave but not strategic, handling things without considering the consequences. But just as he said they should split up and take action separately, when he went to ask Leng Ziyue for help, his impression of him changed.

  Perhaps, on the surface, the seemingly careless Lu Hu is actually a cautious person.

  "Wu Er, you must be fine, you said you wouldn't leave me alone, you can't go back on your word." Situ Wuxiang rushed through the palace, her mind filled with memories of meeting, getting to know, and protecting Wu Yang, each scene clearer than ever.

  All sorts of emotions surged, blocked in his chest, the bloody smell rose between his lips and teeth, he forced himself to swallow it down, Situ Wubai told himself to calm down, he couldn't panic.

  But how can he not panic?

  "Waaa... Princess, princess, you must be okay, hurry up and warm up, if something happens to you, what will the prince do... Waaa..."

  "The princess, you love the king so much, and you must not want to see him sad. Qing Yi will help you rub your body warm, just like my mother used to do for me in winter. The princess will surely get better."

  In the room, the candlelight flickered, and from time to time, the sound of Yu Niang Qingyi's suppressed sobs and her voice came over.

  Every word and sentence was clearly transmitted to Situ Wujian's ears, his outstretched hand trembled, a single door, detained the cold-blooded and ruthless him.

  He was afraid, seeing Wuyang's pale little face, he was afraid, touching her icy stiff body, he was afraid...

  "Your Highness, Lu Hu has already gone to find Miss Leng. They should be on the road now. The princess will definitely be fine." Qin Jin didn't say anything comforting. From the temporary palace to the Zhongjun Hou Mansion was not a short distance after all. It's just that they still had to hurry over and would have to wait for some time.

  "I understand." Xī Zǐ Wú Shuāng's icy voice sounded, as he pushed open the door and walked in.

  By the bedside, the green-clad maid who was half-embracing the Regent's consort, Wu Yang, hastily wiped her face and with a 'thud', heavily knelt on the icy cold floor, sobbing: "Please, Your Highness, punish me, it's all this slave's fault for not taking good care of the Consort, it's all my mistake."

  Situ Wushuang jumped over Qingyi's body, walked weakly to the bedside, and fixed his black eyes on Wuyang's pale face without a hint of blood color, with disheveled hair and redness on her skin that was all rubbed out by Qingyi.

  Tears, in an instant, burst forth like a dam breaking.

  After a while, Situ Wusuo sat down beside the bed, his trembling hands gently embracing Dangyang into his arms, and said softly: "Go down!"

  Qin Jin let out a sigh and pulled away Qing Yi who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

  He understood that they were not needed here, not only because they couldn't help, but also because the injured prince needed to lick his own wounds alone.

  It's best if there is a princess accompanying him.

  "Wu Er, aren't you very cold? Don't be afraid, I'm here with you." Situ Wuxiang lowered his head and gently pressed his face against his wife's, his expression as gentle as water.

  The chill from under his skin made even the iron-blooded man shed tears.

  "Wan'er, don't say things you don't mean, you promised me that you would never leave me."

  "Wan'er, you're gone, how am I supposed to live?"

  "Stage, can you still remember our promise? How can you say forget and just forget?"

  “、、、、、、、、、、、”

  Sentence after sentence, Situ Wushuang spoke in a soft voice without getting tired, even if he didn't get any response, he still smiled and said it again and again.

  The body in his arms was getting colder and stiffer, he felt it, but he didn't want to admit it.

  She will never leave him, forever and ever won't.

  、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

  He rushed all the way to Zhongjun Houfu, Lu Hu looked at the high wall of the courtyard, and it was obvious that going through the front door would not work. On this snowy night, every household had already fallen asleep, and the snowflakes were falling densely, covering up any footprints in a matter of moments.

  He must seize the time, he can wait, but the queen's life cannot wait.

  After a quick look around, Lu Hu came to the place near the backyard. Generally, the mansion is divided into front and back yards, and the women usually live in the backyard. From here, he climbed over the wall and entered, hoping to find Leng Ziyue as soon as possible.

  After making up his mind, Lu Hu took action.

  The Zhongjun Houfu was much larger than he had imagined, and except for the faint light emitted by a few lanterns hanging high up, everything in sight was pitch black.

  Lu Hu almost searched every courtyard in the backyard, but couldn't find any trace of Leng Ziyue, and suddenly became anxious like a cold winter's night, with hot sweat all over his forehead.

  "Xiu Er sister, I...I don't dare." In the depths of the garden, a lantern was placed on the snowy ground, and the timid voice of a young maid echoed out.

  Lu Hu heard the sound and arrived, carefully hiding himself. Perhaps they could help him find out where Leng Ziyue lived.

  "What are you afraid of? The unfavored Fourth Miss can't be compared to the favored Three Misses, as long as you follow our instructions, benefits won't be lacking for you. At least you don't have to stay in the kitchen all the time doing lowly chores like a water maid. Think carefully about what we said, is it right or not?" The pale blue and white floral padded jacket was tightly wrapped around Xiuer's slender body, her hands were clenched tightly in her sleeves.

  It was freezing cold and she was almost frozen to death, but she couldn't complete her task. The young mistress would never let her off the hook.

  "Huan'er, if you don't behave, I'll tell Second Miss that you're up to no good, and by tomorrow, you'll be kicked out of the Hou Manor. Let's see how you survive this winter." The soft approach wasn't working, so Ying'er threatened, her shoulders trembling.

  Anyway, they are just underlings, as long as they can achieve their goals, threats don't matter.

  If something happens, just push the responsibility onto the master's body.

  "Don't... don't... please, I beg of you, don't drive me away..." Ring's daughter knelt in the snowy ground, constantly knocking her head. If she left the Marquis' residence, she would definitely freeze to death.

  "Let's do it as we said, otherwise...". Xiu'er patted her shoulder and continued in a low voice: "You remember, only success is allowed, not failure. The young ladies don't like maids who can't get things done, understand?"

  The girl bit her frozen purple lips, nodded stiffly and said in a low voice: "I know."

  She was just a humble servant girl, how could she possibly compete with the high and mighty young mistress of the manor.

  "It's all settled, don't forget to come and inform us early tomorrow morning." Ying'er bent down to pick up the lantern on the ground, pulling Xiu'er's arm, and the two left the garden shoulder to shoulder.

  The girl looked at them, opened her mouth and asked: "Really, just moving your hands and feet on the fourth miss's clothes is enough?" From the beginning of entering the mansion, she had been staying in the fire room honestly, and the only thing she did every day was to keep burning hot water for the masters to use.

  She had also heard about Fourth Miss Leng Ziyue's situation and felt that although she was a miss, she lived a humble life just like her.

  Now, she really doesn't dare and doesn't want to harm Huan'er either.

  But she had no way out.

  "Move your hands and feet according to Second Miss's method, do you understand?" Ying'er stopped in her tracks, turned around, glared at Huan'er, and said sternly.

  She didn't want to be beaten by the second lady, it was a small matter to be beaten so badly in winter that she couldn't get out of bed, leaving scars all over her body, how could she marry someone in the future.

  "I understand." She nodded, enduring the chill that ran through her entire body. Jing Er got up from the ground, not bothering to brush off the snowflakes on her body, and stumbled towards the West Wing in the darkness.

  Fourth Miss, I'm sorry, it really wasn't intentional.

  Lu Hu followed closely behind Ya Niang, from their conversation it can be inferred that this servant girl must have gone to find Leng Ziyue, and tampered with her clothes, wouldn't she want Leng Ziyue to lose face at the princess's birthday banquet tomorrow, and ruin her reputation.

  It's better to have no sister at all than to have one with such a vicious mind.

  About a moment later, Lu Hu struck the ring with a knife and stunned it, hesitating whether to make trouble, looking at the two big characters 'West Courtyard' on the gate.

  The legitimate young lady of a noble family lives in the most remote and dilapidated west wing of the Zhongjunhou Mansion, if this gets out, it's likely to become a laughing stock for many people.

  Lu Hu lightly jumped over the wall and landed gently on the ground.

  Everything in sight is different from what he imagined, simple yet elegant and refined, with a faint scent of flowers lingering in the air, unknown what kind of flower, still so refreshing on a snowy night.

  A strange aura was approaching bit by bit, and the lightly sleeping Leng Xueyu suddenly opened her eyes. Even in a room where she couldn't see her fingers when she stretched out her hand, she could still clearly distinguish directions.

  The people in the yard were breathing rapidly, as if they had just engaged in intense exercise, their breaths coming in short gasps, yet without a hint of murderous intent; perhaps they were just innocent bystanders who had stumbled into this place.

  Lu Hu had just arrived at the door when he heard a clear and cold voice suddenly appear beside his ear, almost startling him into jumping up. "Who's outside?"

  Patted his chest, stabilized his breath, Lu Hu had a moment of palpitations. His movements were so careful, how did he get discovered? It was strange and bizarre.

  "Miss Leng, I am under the Regent King's command. The Princess is in trouble, please save her." Lu Hu bowed his hands and spoke in a low voice, his worried and urgent tone was unmistakable.

  Leng Xueying quickly put on her clothes, she had secretly examined the Regent's wife, Wu Yang's body, and delayed a day to detoxify her, so there would be no problem at all.

  Unless

  "What symptoms does she have?" The door creaked open, her long hair danced wildly in the cold wind, still unable to hide her stunning beauty.

  Lu Hu looked a bit dazed, awkwardly lowering his head and said: "I didn't see the princess's symptoms with my own eyes, the maid who attended to the princess said 'the princess was pale, her whole body stiff', Qin Jin went to inform the king, I came to ask Miss Leng for help."

  Her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, Leng Ziyue raised her sleeve and said in a cold voice: "I'll go take a look."

  "Yes." Lifting his head in response, Lu Hu's eyes widened, and the only thing he could see clearly was that flash of red clothing disappearing from view.

  Such a fast speed, it's really scary.

  "Lord Qin, will something happen to the princess?" Sniffled, even though his whole body was shivering from the cold, Qingyi still insisted on guarding outside the door.

  "I don't know." Qin Jin irritably plucked a flower from the flower pot outside the door. That guy Lu Hu, why hasn't he come back yet?

  In the dead of night, it's unknown whether Leng Xueyu is still in the mansion or not. A mysterious woman like her must be different from ordinary ladies who only stay in their rooms.

  "Ah——ghost——" Qing Yi stared at Leng Zhi Yue, who was wearing a red dress and had long hair scattered all over her body, and let out a sharp cry, covering her mouth, before fainting away with a pale face.

  Clutching her long hair, Leng Xueyu innocently asked: "Do I look like a ghost?"

  She lowered her head to take a look, speechless and stuck out her tongue, okay, she admitted that at this moment she did bear some resemblance to the female ghost in red who was looking for someone to take revenge on.

  "Ah..." Qin Jin looked at the unconscious Qing Yi, then at Leng Ziyue, the words stuck in his throat, unsure of how to say them.

  "Where is your queen?" He slightly raised his head, and the soft hair fell down to his waist, narrowing his eyes dangerously. Cold Ziyue smelled a faint scent, but for a moment, he couldn't recall what it was.

  If it weren't for her extremely sensitive sense of smell, she wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

  The heavy snow of recent days has covered up too many scents floating in the air, leaving only a chill. The faint and light fragrance that was originally there was neglected at this temperature, which is normal.

  It's just this smell, appearing here, is somewhat strange.

  "Wu Er, don't go, don't leave me." Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the room, accompanied by the sound of objects shattering to the ground.

  Leng Xueyu kicked open the door, and her unguarded body was almost forced to retreat several steps by the powerful internal force, falling to the ground. She saw Situ Wushuang embracing Dancesun's body like a madman, everything in the room that could move flying around due to his scattered internal force, finally crashing to the ground with a piercing noise.

  "Your Highness——" Qin Jin stared at Situ Wuduan, who was on the verge of collapse, and jumped over Leng Ziyue to rush forward and hold down the king, who had already lost his will.

  He knew that if something happened to the princess, the king would also be ruined.

  "Are you going forward to seek death?" Lan Zhiyue pulled Qin Jin, her cold voice colder than the winter solstice, making people tremble all over.

  "What about the king?" Using internal force without a proper method could lead to backlash, and if one were to be backlashed by their own power, the consequences would be unbearable.

  Leng Xueying lowered her eyes, she knew that Situ Wujian's martial arts were formidable, but she didn't know that his skills were so profound, at the very least, he had to have a hundred years of cultivation.

  He's still so young, this man is a miracle indeed.

  "Situ Wushuang, hand her over to me. Unless you want to hold a funeral for her and then marry another princess, guarding a living dead person is exhausting, aren't you already fed up with it?"

  Leng Xue's words had barely fallen when she met a pair of eyes that were burning with fierce flames, crimson and terrifying, as if they wanted to swallow her whole.

  It was a pair of complex and inexplicable eyes, she couldn't describe them, only the silent sorrow that involuntarily moved Leng Ziyue's heart slightly.

  She didn't believe in emotions, just like the original body, dedicating her whole heart to the love she believed in, but ultimately led her to a dead end. Looking at Situ Wusuo, who had already lost his will, with rough movements and a ruthless expression, yet he was still very gentle with Wu Yang in his arms, as if afraid of hurting her.

  Perhaps there is true love in this world, it's just that she hasn't found it yet.

  "Except for believing me, you have no other way to go." Qing Xin was quietly listening to the faint breathing sound in the room, and she could clearly hear Wu Yang's light and slow heartbeat, which had always been there but beating extremely slowly.

  Her physical stiffness will inevitably cause her heart rate to drop, and she will eventually die of it.

  Heartbeat stops, means the end of life.

  Baili Chunxuan's strange and eerie half-heartedness could still live well, it can only be said that he is not an ordinary person.

  "What should I do?" The internal force dissipated instantly, Situ Wusuo covered his chest, and the surging blood gas spurted out, dyeing the pure white carpet under the bed red, with red plum blossoms, seductive and crimson.

  Something that suddenly lost its strength in mid-air, fell to the ground in a mess, and echoed through the sky on a snowy night.

  "Step aside and wait quietly." Leng Xueyuan's footsteps were light as she walked to the bedside, her cool fingers gently pressing on Wu Yang's pulse.

  Just like when she entered the room, there was a faint sound of breathing that came and went, as thin as a thread; a light and slow heartbeat, which ordinary people could hardly detect.

  If she hadn't followed Master Murong Cang to study medicine seriously, and added her knowledge of medicine from her previous life, I'm afraid it would be difficult for her to hear.

  Inquiring about the case history, performing physical examination and palpation are the most basic principles that a doctor should master. She is barely qualified.

  "Wu Er...?" Situ Wushuang's face turned pale as he hesitantly asked.

  "Get all of you out, I don't want to hear any other sound except the wind and snow outside, otherwise, your princess won't survive, don't blame me." Leng Ziyue said without lifting her head. At this time, Wu Yang's whole body was already in a six-degree frozen state, she had to get her blood flowing, or there would be no way to save her with acupuncture.

  Situ Wushuang lowered his black eyelids, and after a long while, he responded in a deep voice: "Alright, I believe you."

  Wu Er, you must get better, don't forget I'm waiting for you.

  "Leave a maid behind, Situ Wusuo you'd better calm down and focus on treating your internal injuries. Here, only your inner strength is the highest. If I need your inner strength to unblock the meridians for your wife, and you can't even muster it, she'll be the one you've killed." As he spoke, Leng Ziyue had already thoroughly examined Wuyang's body, and that fragrance on her seemed to have grown even more intense.

  She couldn't help but suspect that someone had tampered with things here.

  Situ Wushuang seemed completely unaware, and it looked like his side wasn't very safe either.

  His martial arts skills are so high that outsiders would not have noticed if they came to attack him. The only explanation is that there must be a traitor in the family.

  "What about Qing Yi?" The low and oppressive voice was gloomy and cold, and only Qing Yi could make Situ Wubai's usually trusted maid feel uneasy.

  From Beihan State to Qiyue State, his entourage were all men, only Qingyi was a woman. When he wasn't around, she took care of Wuyang personally.

  "Your Highness, Qingyi she..." The three words had yet to leave her lips when a trembling female voice echoed from afar, growing louder.

  "Your Highness, I'm here." She quickly ran into the room, knelt down on the floor with respect, and lowered her head. Her courage was too small, how could she have mistaken such a beautiful woman for the red-clothed female ghost.

  Qing Yi thought that her mother, the Regent Queen, was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her face was as bright as the full moon of mid-autumn, her complexion was as lovely as a spring dawn flower, her hair was as neatly trimmed as if cut with a knife, her eyebrows were as finely painted as with ink, her skin was as tender as a peach petal, and her eyes were as deep as autumn waves.

  But little did I know that there existed a beauty so ethereal and otherworldly, so divine and captivating, that it would make one mistake her for an immortal fairy. Her red dress was like fire, and against the backdrop of white snow, it seemed even more ravishingly red, as if dripping with dew. The three thousand strands of her silky black hair cascaded down her back, gently swaying in the breeze.

  "You stay here and listen to Miss Leng's orders, don't disobey in any way." With a stumble, Situ Wusuo turned around, covering his chest and walked out of the room.

  The man in blue knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, his head bowed and not daring to move, let alone sneak a peek at Leng Ziyue.

  "Get up, isn't the floor cold?" Listening to the sound of the door closing, Leng Ziyue finally reached out to undo Wuyang's clothes, revealing her snow-white and delicate skin. "Go outside and bring in some blocks of ice, rub them all over her body. You can only obey my orders, no need to ask why."

  "Yes." The man in green wiped his face, sprang up from the ground with a nimble movement, and despite his legs trembling, he quickly grabbed the wooden basin for washing his face and rushed into the courtyard to shovel snow with his bare hands.

  "Qin Jin, as soon as there's any news, notify me immediately." Situ Wushuang withdrew his foot again, he had to trust Leng Ziyue, and couldn't question or stop her from using any method.

  "Understood." Qin Jin stood firmly at the door.

  Qing Yi's hands were frozen to a deep red and purple, her teeth chattering as she carried the wooden tub into the room. "Miss Leng," she asked, shaking with cold, "the snow has been brought in."

  "Bring her over, and rub her body with snow together with me. We must warm up her body, otherwise I won't be able to give her an injection, and she won't survive." Leng Ziyue grabbed a handful of snow and sprinkled it on Wuyang's body, starting to rub vigorously.

  Carefully observing Qing Yue's hand movements, the man in green gritted his teeth and grabbed some snow to learn her technique, using it to rub and massage Yang Wu's body.

  Time quietly slips away, half an hour, one hour...

  "Lady Leng, the queen's body is no longer stiff. What should I do now?" Sweat dripped down Qing Yi's cheek, her ten fingers had turned bright red and she couldn't even make a bending motion.

  "Take a rest and bring some lamps over here, don't speak." Leng Ziyue took a handkerchief to wipe the hot sweat on her forehead, coldly instructing.

  "Yes." The man in green nodded and quickly lit four lamps and placed them in front of the bed.

  The queen's body was no longer stiff, but warm, and she could even hear the queen's breathing sound. Qing Yi believed that Leng Ziyue would definitely be able to save the queen who was on the verge of death.

  The red sleeves fluttered lightly, and the large and small silver needles under the candlelight shone with a cold, stern light like stars, making people tremble with fear.

  Qing Yi covered her mouth just in time to stifle her scream, she had never seen so many silver needles before, big and small, long and short, no less than a few hundred.

  Since the princess fell into a coma, the king had searched all over the world for famous doctors, and there were not a few people who tried to use acupuncture to wake up the princess, but she really saw so many silver needles for the first time.

  After taking a few more glances, I felt that everything in front of me was a blur of white flowers, which was quite frightening.

  Slender fingers swiftly pulled out the silver needles, swift movements dazzling to the eyes, dreamlike. Hand rising and needle falling, not a single fraction of an inch off, steadily inserted into each major acupoint on Wuyang's entire body, gradually deepening from shallow to profound.

  "This is the green stem of the plant, to awaken your princess at home, this is the only antidote. Now I want you to carefully squeeze out its juice and fill a clean teacup with it, to soak the silver needle. Do you understand?" Leng Ziyue stopped her acupuncture movements, her clear and cold eyes falling on Qingyi's pale face.

  She didn't have time to squeeze the juice herself, and she could only take this opportunity to test this maidservant, who was the closest person to Wuyang and had the greatest chance of taking action.

  "I understand." Carefully taking the green sprout from Leng Zhe's hand, Qing Yi took a deep breath. She had to save the queen, no matter what.

  "Move a bit faster." She blinked her eyes, and Qing Yue was relieved that she had won the bet.

  A maid who gazes at Wuyang with such a grateful look must not be a bad person, her eyes are as clean as Hua's, it seems she can only find another culprit.

  "Yes." Nodding, Qingyi rushed to the table and carefully started squeezing out the juice of the green stock bacteria.

  The princess was asleep, she had been by her side all along, and the most familiar thing to her was medicine. As for pressing juice, it was already a familiar road.

  "Qin Jin, how is the princess?" Lu Hu panted and appeared outside.

  Leng Xue's speed was really too fast, by the time he chased to the outside of Zhong Junhou's mansion, she had already disappeared without a trace, and he could only return alone.

  Just as he was about to leave, a group of black-clad men caught his attention, and it wasn't until they rushed towards the Blood King's Palace that he returned to the Imperial Palace.

  "How did you just get back?" Qin Jin asked in a bad tone, with Lu Hu's skills, it was impossible for him to take so long for a round trip, something must have happened.

  He shook his head, took a deep breath and said: "What I've found out can be talked about later. How is the king? And the queen...?" Lu Hu was not afraid of anything else, but worried that he might not arrive in time to save the queen.

  "The prince himself was injured and was currently meditating to heal his wounds. Miss Leng was still treating the princess, but it had been almost two and a half hours and there was no news yet. As the sky was about to brighten up, Qin Jin's heart tightened."

  Leng Xueyu followed the method taught by her master, Mu Rongcang, and divided the juice of the green stem bacteria into two parts. One part was used to soak the silver needle, and the other part was fed into Wu Yang's mouth.

  After her pulse returned to normal, he then used the Fei Yun acupuncture technique to completely remove all of the Huo Lian Zui Du toxin from her body.

  Fei Yun acupuncture, is the unique secret technique of Dr. Mu Rong Cang, for decades, except for her, there has been no second successor. In her master's words, it was because her fingers were agile, and learning this needle technique was not difficult at all.

  Flying clouds, flying clouds, a hundred needles in hand are like dense clouds, layer upon layer, changing and unpredictable. The needle must be fast, ruthless, accurate, the fall of the needle must be stable, real, light, a slight deviation can harm people's lives.

  Even Murong Cang rarely uses this needle technique.

  "Alright, help her get dressed. She'll wake up on her own after two hours." Leng Ziyue wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up, only to discover that his legs had gone numb.

  She asked the regent not to stop her from abolishing Beidong Xiner, and it seemed that her exchange condition was really miserable. In order to save his woman, he almost died of exhaustion.

  "Thank you, Miss Leng, thank you for saving the princess's life, thank you..." The maid in green heard this and was stunned for a while before kneeling down and kowtowing to Leng Ziyue.

  She is finally going to wake up from her long sleep and will no longer be quiet, she can see the sunrise and sunset again.

  "Miss Leng, may I come in?" The thank you from the green-robed man had already excited Situ Wuduan to the point of being at a loss for what to do, and his voice was even trembling slightly.

  His daughter finally opened her eyes again and spoke to him.

  "Come in!" Leng Ziyue put away the silver needle, this was a treasure given by the old man, losing it would be unacceptable.

  "Wu Er." Situ Wusuo rushed into the room, his eyes fixed only on Wu Yang lying on the bed. Her hand was no longer icy cold, and he could hear her heartbeat, no longer weak and arrhythmic.

  Lu Hu and Qin Jin looked at Leng Ziyue's tired face, from this moment on, the two of them were both respectful and grateful to Leng Ziyue, "Thank you, Miss Leng."

  "Situ Wushuang, I've fulfilled my promise and saved your queen. Our transaction is settled. By the way, I'll kindly remind you that there's a traitor among you, and the faint scent in the air is the main reason why your queen was on the brink of death." She wasn't familiar with him anyway, no need to say too much.

  Leng Xueying's figure flashed, her red clothes fluttering, she was already far outside the house, leaving only that unique cold voice echoing in the ears of Situ Wubai and others at dawn.

  "Lu Hu Qin Jin, carefully investigate for me." Situ Wuxiang picked up Wu Yang, his handsome face filled with anger. Who dared to make a move under his nose? He wanted to see what kind of skills he had.

  "Yes." The two lowered their heads, ready to accept punishment after a thorough investigation.

  Leng Xueyue, I, the king, will remember your great kindness. If you need anything in the future, I will definitely help you with all my might.

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  The sunlight broke through the clouds, and the fine rays of light sprinkled on the thick ice and snow all over the ground, refracting a crystal clear white light.

  The heavy snow fell all night, and many flowers in the garden were bent down, their heads lowered. The trees on both sides of the stone path were covered with icicles, hanging from the branches, looking very beautiful.

  Early in the morning, Wang's steward ordered the servants to start sweeping away the snow that had accumulated overnight on the roads within the compound. The maids were also busy attending to their masters and mistresses in each courtyard, helping them wash up.

  Only in the quiet west wing, on the warm big bed, Leng Xueying wrapped herself tightly in the quilt like a silkworm, sleeping sweetly.

  No one knew that last night, at midnight, she was carrying out a great rescue plan.

  Feng Ya Xuan

  "Zhu'er, call Xiu'er over." Leng Feng Ling took a sip of clear tea, her face looking very uncomfortable.

  Leng Xueyu jumped in front of Zhuque Tai, their days were comfortable, all the good things in the mansion belonged to the three of them. Now it's good that all the good things are being sent to the West Wing, isn't that just letting them see but not eat?

  "Sister, Fourth Sister is currently favored, let's not follow her..." Cold Jinling took a small bite of the pastry and spoke with downcast eyes.

  "Third sister, what kind of sister is Leng Xueyu, you'd better not get too close to her." Leng Yinling was also feeling unhappy in her heart and took over the conversation.

  Leng Jinling didn't say a word, quietly eating her snack, she just wanted to remind the two of them at all times who made them so desperate, and only in this way could she hide behind and watch the show, reaping the benefits.

  "Slave pays respects to eldest miss, second miss and third miss." Xiu'er bowed slightly, respectfully lowering her head in greeting.

  "Get up." Cold Wind Bell waved her hand, looking particularly impatient.

  The princess's birthday banquet didn't start receiving guests until 4 pm, so there was plenty of time to get dressed up, and no one was in a hurry.

  "Thank you, elder sister." Xiu'er stood up and walked to the back of Leng Fengling's body, massaging her shoulders, serving tea and water with great affection. "Elder sister, Huan'er has already made arrangements on that woman's clothes according to your instructions, you can rest assured."

  Leng Yinling glanced at the maid Ying'er behind her, and after seeing her affirmative gaze, she smiled and stood up elegantly, saying softly: "Big sister, third sister, I'll go back and dress up properly now. You two should also get ready, we must seize this opportunity."

  She's not a fool, Father Leng has been increasingly indulgent towards Leng Xueyu, and sooner or later, her position in the Hou Mansion will be lost. At present, there is also an emperor protecting Leng Xueyu, plus she has a relationship with the hidden clan, making it impossible to make a move against her openly.

  "Big sister, Jin Ling has left first." Wiping her mouth, Cold Jin Ling revealed a shy smile, bowed and curtsied, and pulled her maid to leave.

  The big sister-in-law, Zhu'er, seeing that the two young ladies had left, said with a flattering smile: "Miss, I'll help you dress up and make yourself look beautiful. Tonight's miss will definitely be the most stunning."

  "With your sweet mouth, be careful and help this lady dress up, good things won't be less for you." Leng Feng Ling had long made up her mind, she must marry a man with power and influence.

  The Fourth Master Wang is her first choice for a good husband, as for other officials and nobles' younger brothers, they are just secondary choices.

  Only by becoming a superior person can she stand invincible and not be bullied by others.

  "Snow in winter, are we going to climb over the wall to find Young Master?" Outside the main gate of Zhongjun Hou Mansion, Xia Hua's sparkling eyes, supporting her small chin, said.

  "Come in through the back door, it's close to Young Master's place." Dong Xue said to herself, and Young Master didn't tell them to go through the front door either, climbing over the wall is more interesting.

  "How can the young master's residence be so close to the back door? Have you made a mistake?" Xia Hua, although not born into a noble family, had seen her fair share of things.

  "I didn't get it wrong." Dongxue replied angrily.

  Two determined little women rushed all the way to their destination.

  Digression

  Mua mua da, dear friends, the second volume has ended!

  Moving on to the third volume, let's take a look tomorrow at how those cannon fodders are cleaned up by the female lead, hehe!

  The evil way of the scoundrel: those who bully the heroine will not have a good ending! As for what kind of ending, just read and you'll know, hehehe~~~~~