Mu Beichen turned his back to Su Ruan and closed his eyes. After a long while, he coldly said, "Three days. Hand over the antidote. Considering our past relationship, I will consider giving you one last chance to live."

He had barely finished speaking when a distant, urgent cry came from outside the palace: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened to the Empress at Fengyi Palace!"

Canyue, the chief eunuch of the Imperial Household Department, knelt down as soon as she entered the door. Before she could finish speaking, the man in the golden crown and black robe had already impatiently flung his sleeves and burst out of the door.

As soon as Mu Beichen stepped out of the palace gate, two palace maids followed closely on either side of him, each holding an umbrella. The group ran at almost the same pace, like a gentle breeze sweeping across the open ground.

As dusk fell, Mu Beichen, who had been walking briskly, had his wide robes fluttering wildly in the wind. With a few leaps, he shook off the palace maids who were following closely beside him and headed straight for Fengyi Palace.

From the overlapping shadows behind him came urgent cries: "Little Qian'er... you mustn't be hurt, I won't allow anything to happen to you..."

A dark shadow floated in the dazzling twilight on the horizon, gradually fading into transparency, and soon disappeared into the world.

Suddenly, he lifted a pearl curtain and rushed to the bedside. The pearl curtain cascaded behind him like a waterfall, its shimmering light dazzling like diamonds against the walls. He stared intently at Yu Qianqian, who lay flat on the bed, her face ashen and bloodless. His heart suddenly ached as if it were being cut by a knife. At this moment, he couldn't utter a single word.

Raindrops reflected in his eyes, the faint light flickering, making his vision increasingly blurry.

Before he could even utter a word, he looked up and saw the imperial physicians kneeling in a row beside him, urgently saying in unison, "Your Majesty... Her Majesty the Empress has shown signs of poisoning recently, and her pulse is weak, which could very well lead to a miscarriage..."

"Miscarriage?" Mu Beichen's heart jolted, and he stared blankly for a moment before asking, "She was pregnant? When did this happen?"

The imperial physician quickly replied, "Yes, Her Majesty is now a full month pregnant, but the poison in her body has spread completely, so the young prince and Her Majesty can only be saved by two against one."

Upon hearing this, he immediately lost control of his emotions, his gaze piercing through the imperial physicians opposite him like a sharp blade: "I order you to spare no effort to save the Empress. If anything happens to her, I will make you all pay with your lives!"

Mu Beichen gave a cold, almost roaring shout, his voice filled with the ferocity of a bloodthirsty beast, and beneath his rage lay a mixture of fear and short, rapid breaths.

"If Qian'er is safe and sound this time, I'll give you whatever you want from now on. Just please don't scare me, okay?"

He gazed at the pale woman on the bed, his eyes glistening with crimson tears. As soon as he finished speaking, tears streamed down his face, falling one by one onto Yu Qianqian's cheek.

"Achen, Achen, it hurts so much... my stomach..." Yu Qianqian murmured in her delirium, her voice so weak that Mu Beichen could not hear her clearly.

He stayed by her bedside, holding her hand tightly and bringing it to his lips, trying to warm her cold skin with his breath. He felt that he could no longer comfort her with any words. He could only look at her trembling eyebrows and eyes, her pale and trembling lips, and her delicate body, from which blood continued to flow.