Ye Zhen was not poisoned, and his pulse was normal, but he remained unconscious.

She's having a nightmare!

I don't know what happened in my dream, but tears streamed down my face, my whole body trembled, and my hands gripped the bed sheet tightly.

Xie Tingzhou was heartbroken and longed to hold the person in his arms.

He looked at the Marquis of Zhongyong and said, "Father, I will try to use the needles on her to see if I can wake her up."

"Father, take Aunt Cui with you to the Ye family's place. Otherwise, if she wakes up and hears the rumors, she might be further agitated, and all my treatment would be for nothing."

This revelation reminded Marquis Zhongyong of Lady Wang. Ye Zhen's sudden nightmare must have been triggered by yesterday's events.

He himself is experiencing the pain of being hurt by his mother and knows how painful that feeling is.

Ye Zhen is just a young girl, so it's normal that she's not mentally strong enough.

Ultimately, it's those confused mothers who are causing trouble.

Seeing Ye Zhen's appearance, he was also distressed, but there was nothing he could do by staying here, so he might as well deal with the rumors outside.

Still somewhat worried, she instructed Xie Tingzhou, "Although she is Xie Yunzhou's wife, she is a good person, and I consider her my daughter-in-law."

You should treat her like a younger sister. If the acupuncture is ineffective, please inform me immediately so I can go to the palace to request a doctor.

Ye Zhen began to mutter something to himself. Xie Tingzhou's eyes narrowed, and he urged Marquis Zhongyong, "I know, you should go now."

After Marquis Zhongyong left, Xie Tingzhou gestured for Wanxing to take the children outside.

Wanxing wanted Ye Zhen to wake up soon, but she was worried about leaving her and Xie Tingzhou alone, and she was even more afraid that some bad rumors would spread.

Rumors are already circulating outside that the young lady and her father-in-law are getting married; they can't have another brother-in-law.

Xie Tingzhou then gave Xing Ze a wink, and Xing Ze spread his arms like a mother hen spreading her wings, gathering Wanxing and the children together and pushing them out.

“Nothing is more important than the safety of the young mistress. The young mistress trusts our master, and you should trust him too.”

He whispered another reminder in her ear, "Ink Academy."

Wanxing recalled that in recent days, the young lady often went to the Mo Academy at night to make human skin masks, and the two had a lot of contact in private.

I have never heard Miss mention any improper behavior from Tse Ting-chau, so it is believable.

He then followed them out of the room, whispering a warning to the children, "You must not tell anyone about the young master treating the young lady alone, understand?"

They were all teenagers, but they already understood the proper separation of men and women. Moreover, Yin Yue had told them a lot about the rules of the capital before they came.

They covered their mouths and nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

Wanxing and Xingze then used the excuse of having the other servants guard the courtyard gate to send them away.

As they left, Xie Tingzhou had already taken out his needle kit from his waist. After inserting the needles, Ye Zhen's trembling subsided.

He grasped Ye Zhen's hand. "Ye Zhen, wake up."

Ye Zhen cannot wake up.

She was surrounded by raging flames, and everything in sight was a fiery red.

The temple to the south caught fire.

The children and nuns in the nunnery lay sprawled on the ground.

They were all drugged during their vegetarian meal that evening and fell into a coma.

Several men in black frantically poured wine and threw torches everywhere, trying to burn everyone in the nunnery to death.

Ye Zhen tried to shake the nun awake, but her hand passed right through her body; she couldn't touch them.

She tried to pull Ah Niu and Chun Ni, but she couldn't hold their hands no matter what she did. She was so anxious that she wanted to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked.

The fire spread rapidly, producing thick smoke, which eventually woke some people up.

It's Ahri!

Ye Zhen was frantic, shouting at him, "Wake them up and get them away!"

She's hysterical!

Ahri can't hear me!

But he tried to wake the others. The nun woke up, Sui Sui woke up, A Niu woke up, Chun Ni woke up, but they could no longer escape.

The drugs and thick smoke weakened them, and the fire at the entrance blocked their way.

The child's clothes were stained with flames, and Ye Zhen watched helplessly as the flames quickly spread all over his body.

She ran over and hugged him, trying to extinguish the fire on his body with her own, but she couldn't do anything.

They could only watch helplessly as he rolled around on the ground. He was only seven years old, born with a crippled leg, and abandoned by his parents.

Ye Zhen had raised him for four years. Before coming to Beijing, he had just learned to walk with crutches. The next time they met, this was the scene before her eyes. Ye Zhen was in excruciating pain, but no one could hear her pain.

Soon, the others were also burned to varying degrees, as the abbess of the nunnery had some martial arts skills.

She pulled Ah Li along, saying, "Yin Yue is taking the others to the capital to rescue Ye Zhen, and you will be the eldest among the children."

Ah Li, please help me send the children away, okay?

Flames leaped up her back, but her face remained compassionate and serene.

Ye Zhen then saw that she and Ah Li used their internal energy to send the children out of the fire.

one!

two!

Three!

Ahri was also engulfed in flames, the fire consuming the strength in his arms. The fourth child, they barely made it to the door.

The fire grew larger and larger, and pieces of wood from the beams fell intermittently. All Ye Zhen could hear were the screams of the children.

They had no hope of escaping.

Ye Zhen was so anxious inside the house that she almost broke down.

The sound of chanting reached her ears. Ye Zhen turned around and saw the exhausted abbess sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting in the fire, trying to use her last strength to alleviate the children's suffering.

The others also struggled to sit up and followed her; those who couldn't sit up chanted along.

Ye Zhen watched as the flames engulfed them one by one. Their lips were covered in blisters, yet they continued to open and close until they finally breathed their last.

She instinctively felt that her internal organs were being consumed by the fire, and the pain was so intense that she couldn't breathe. Ye Zhen knelt on the ground, feeling as if she had died once more.

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