Empress Xiao had no idea that Chu Yan didn't want to see her at all.

Mo Yu stepped forward and said, "Princess Yu, the prince locked himself in his room the day he returned from the palace and refused to see anyone. The next day, he went to Nanjiao Temple and paid no attention to his injuries. He couldn't even eat, and only survived on a little porridge every day. I tried to persuade him, but he insisted he wasn't hungry."

Mo Yu spoke with forbearance.

He said these words with the intention of touching the young lady, but every word he said was the truth.

As a subordinate, he saw it all and felt anxious. The prince not only suffered external injuries, but also internal injuries, and had no appetite. Even a strong man could not bear it, but the prince managed to survive. Mo Yu knew that the prince was punishing himself, but as a subordinate, he could do nothing.

Empress Xiao had already turned her face away. "Just for Qingyue, just for Qingyue... He really doesn't even want his life anymore!"

Qing Yue withdrew her hand with trembling fingertips.

"I've checked the imperial physician's diagnosis and treatment, and there's nothing wrong with it. He also has some prescriptions, and they're all appropriate. They're prescriptions for treating internal injuries. As for the prince not waking up, it's probably because he's consumed too much energy, or maybe he just doesn't want to wake up..."

"Don't want to wake up? He really is..."

Empress Xiao was also sad, but she couldn't say anything harsh at the moment. After all, her child had stabbed a dagger into the heart in front of her.

"Qin girl, I haven't seen you since that day in the palace. Now that we're finally seeing each other today, I want to ask you, where is Qing Yue from the Qing family? Has Yan'er seen her?"

This was the issue that Empress Xiao was most concerned about.

He disappeared for five or six days. Did he go to see Qingyue?

He fell into a coma right after returning to Beijing. Was it because he suffered a great blow?

Qing Yue lowered her eyes and suppressed the pain deeply. What should she say?

"Qingyue, she's dead."

That’s it, Qingyue disappeared from this world from then on.

Empress Xiao trembled and took two steps back uncontrollably. So that's how it was. Now everything made sense. Her son still couldn't accept the fact that he had lost Yue Yatou.

"My dear girl, please save him. I beg you... If I have offended you in the past, I apologize. Please think of a way to save Chu Yan."

Empress Xiao was in tears and sobbing, and her arrogance had long since disappeared.

She knew that the only person who could wake Chu Yan up at this time was Qin Wan. She was the only one who knew everything about Qing Yue in the past four years. She had a close relationship with her and she had personally torn apart the four-year-long lie.

"Your Majesty, I will do my best. I am a doctor and I will do my best to save people."

Qing Yuedao.

Empress Xiao was in a trance, a little stunned, looking at the little girl in front of her with clear eyes but unable to hide her grief. She suddenly felt that she was really wrong. Not long ago, she was full of prejudice against the little girl of the Qin family. She was even more displeased because she was the princess consort of Prince Yu, and she had plotted against her several times...

Thinking of this, Empress Xiao's eyes flickered.

She never imagined that one day, her son's life would need her to save.

"Empress, can I have a word with Prince You alone?"

Qingyue didn't want to guess what Empress Xiao was thinking at the moment. She just wanted Chu Yan to get better. She didn't want him to fall into such a situation, nor did she want them to have any regrets.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Qin girl."

Empress Xiao said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the bedroom. Mo Yu followed him out and closed the door. The bedroom suddenly became quiet, with only Qing Yue and Chu Yan left.

If we talk about her identity, it would naturally be against the rules, but she came as a doctor, and Empress Xiao didn't know her real identity, so she wouldn't think too much about it.

Beside the bed, Qing Yue looked at his pale face, feeling waves of discomfort in her heart.

"Brother Ayan, can you hear me?"

She asked softly, her voice low, and the person on the bed didn't respond.

Qing Yue's eyes were slightly red. She knew that he was seriously injured, but she didn't expect that he hadn't seen an imperial physician for so many days, hadn't taken any medicine, and even ate very little. So he couldn't bear it after all and fell down, but he didn't want to open his eyes. Maybe he felt too painful.

Because the imperial physician had come to treat Feng Ling's injuries before, he did not wear a middle shirt, but was shirtless, with gauze wrapped around the wound and a brocade quilt covering his waist and below.

There was an old wound across her chest. She had known that her second brother had been assassinated, and in anger and hatred, she broke into Prince You's mansion at night and stabbed the dagger into his heart. She wanted to kill him, but at the last moment, she missed. She didn't want him to die so easily, so she smeared poison on the dagger, determined to make it difficult for him to die.

"Brother Ayan, it hurts here, doesn't it..."

She whispered softly, her eyes already misty.

She reached out and gently stroked the scar. If she had said a few more words, asked a few more questions, would the outcome have been different?

She is a doctor and discovered the poison that A Ling was infected with. If she had more trust in Brother A Yan, would she have discovered that he was controlled by the love Gu and discovered the truth earlier, so that both of them would not fall into such a painful situation?

The scars on his heart and the piercing wounds on his palms were all caused by her.

Tick.

A tear fell from Qingyue on the back of Feng Ling's hand.

"Brother Ayan, I saw the crabapple tree in the yard. It's growing well... and the koi in the lake. I remember we put them there together back then..."

"When I was ten, I shouted that I wanted to marry you. I wore a flower basket on my head and called you husband without any shyness. I was young at that time and always felt that life was very long and every day was happy..."

Memories are the most hurtful. Although I tried my best to restrain myself, I still couldn't help but shed tears.

"Brother Ayan, it's not that I don't like you anymore, nor have I forgotten our promise. It's just that I've been hurt too deeply, too deeply..."

Qingyue choked with sobs.

Losing her virginity in the teahouse four years ago was the trigger for her to lose everything.

This was a past she never wanted to talk about.

But when she was with Chu Yan, she would think of it every day, recalling her embarrassing past.

"Actually, I..." I won't live much longer...

Qing Yue whispered softly, Chu Yan's eyelashes trembled, and before he opened his eyes, Qing Yue swallowed the rest of the words. This was her secret, and she didn't want to tell anyone, because if she told it, anyone who heard it would feel uncomfortable.

In the past, I have been with you for fourteen years, and I have been with A Ling... for only three years. I want to leave the next three years to him, but Brother A Yan, I don’t want you to be sad or heartbroken. I hope you can get better. One day, you will forget me and have a new life.

"Brother Ayan, I don't know how to help you. I don't want you to stay in a coma like this. I'm so sad. In fact, seeing you like this, I want to pour out my heart and give you a forgetfulness pill. I want you to eat it and forget the past. You won't remember anything about us..."