At this moment, Dark Moon was filled with regret, thinking that she would never see her master again and that she would never be able to stay by her master's side again.

Then I remembered that I hadn't had a chance to present that precious gift, which embodied the blessings and hard work of countless people, to my master.

Tears gradually blurred my vision, sliding down my cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

Gradually, her consciousness began to blur, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her body grew colder and colder. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes.

Blood continued to gush from the corner of her mouth, spreading across the ground and leaving a shocking stain.

As soon as Ying landed, the soles of his boots made a slight sound as they rubbed against the ground. He subconsciously twisted his ankle slightly to ease the impact of his landing.

His gaze then fixed on the spot where Dark Moon had fallen not far away.

His eyes were cold as ice, devoid of any emotion, as he walked step by step toward Dark Moon, each step firm and powerful.

As if everything around him was irrelevant, his only target was the dying Dark Moon.

Upon reaching Dark Moon, Shadow One raised his palm high, the wind howling and the air seemingly filled with a murderous aura. If this palm were to fall, Dark Moon would surely die on the spot.

However, at this critical moment, his movements suddenly stopped, and his keen hearing caught the sound of hurried footsteps coming from not far away.

Someone was hurrying in this direction. Yingyi frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

Looking down at Dark Moon, who was barely clinging to life, he hesitated for a moment before slowly withdrawing his hand.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, used the momentum to leap into the air, and disappeared into the night in a few bounds, as if he had never been there at all.

As soon as Yingyi disappeared into the darkness, Lingxue rushed over anxiously.

Seeing Dark Moon lying lifeless on the ground, her eyes instantly turned red, and tears welled up in them, as if they were about to spill over at any moment.

Her eyes were filled with terror and disbelief, and she stood frozen in place, as if she had been immobilized.

A moment later, Ling Xue seemed to wake from a dream, and without hesitation, she flashed to Dark Moon's side.

Her hands trembled as she slowly reached for Dark Moon's breath, her fingertips quivering slightly, as if she were touching an incomparably precious treasure that could break at any moment.

After confirming that Dark Moon still had a faint breath, Ling Xue didn't have time to think much and carefully but quickly picked up Dark Moon.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around Dark Moon, as if she wanted to give her last warmth and strength with her embrace.

She gently placed Dark Moon into the carriage that arrived shortly after, then quickly jumped on herself and urgently called to the coachman, "Quickly, back to the Left Prime Minister's residence, the sooner the better!"

The coachman quickly cracked his whip, and the carriage sped away into the night, its wheels rolling and kicking up a trail of dust.

Along the way, Ling Xue held Dark Moon's hand tightly. His hands were so cold that it made her heart clench.

She kept calling Dark Moon's name, her voice filled with anxiety and worry: "Dark Moon, wake up, please wake up!"

Her voice echoed in the silent night sky, filled with endless fear and anticipation, as if it could awaken the comatose Dark Moon.

But Dark Moon showed no reaction, her eyes remained tightly closed, and her face was as pale as paper. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, Ling Xue would have thought Dark Moon was dead.

As she called out, she gently wiped the blood from Dark Moon's mouth with her sleeve, and tears finally welled up uncontrollably, dripping onto Dark Moon's face.

The night was as dark as ink. The carriage sped along the official road, its wheels rolling and making urgent noises, as if racing against time towards the back gate of the Left Prime Minister's residence.

The cold wind howled, blowing through the gaps in the carriage curtains, making a mournful sound, as if it were also wailing for the badly injured Dark Moon inside the carriage.

Ling Wei had been waiting at the back door for a long time, her figure appearing particularly thin in the cold wind.

She paced back and forth, her eyes fixed on the end of the road, every rustle of wind causing her to look around nervously.

Finally, the silhouette of a carriage appeared in the distance, and Ling Wei immediately went to meet it, her eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Ling Wei eagerly climbed into the carriage. The carriage was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made her heart tighten.

Seeing Dark Moon covered in blood and unconscious, Ling Wei's eyes instantly turned red, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Her breathing became rapid, and she subconsciously reached out to take Dark Moon's pulse, but the scene before her made her hand freeze in mid-air.

Dark Moon's wrists were a bloody mess, the skin and flesh were torn open at the wounds, and fresh blood was still seeping out, dripping onto the wooden planks of the carriage, a horrifying sight.

Ling Wei took a deep breath, suppressing her grief and panic, and quickly took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from her bosom.

Her hands trembled slightly, and a few drops of water splashed out when she opened the bottle.

Her movements were gentle and careful as she meticulously washed the wound on Dark Moon's wrist with the spiritual spring water, each sip as if afraid of hurting the unconscious Dark Moon.

As she rinsed, blood flowed down Dark Moon's arm, and Ling Wei's heart sank with each drop of blood.

After rinsing herself, she took out herbs and gauze from her medicine bag. The fragrance of the herbs was particularly faint amidst the smell of blood.

She focused intently on bandaging Dark Moon's wounds, her slender fingers skillfully wrapping the gauze, each knot tied tightly yet gently.

After doing all this, Ling Wei and Ling Xue exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination and worry.

They nodded in unison, then carefully carried Dark Moon down from the carriage.

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