Chapter 30: Save the Villain's Mother
"Your Highness, even though the Imperial Hospital has a master doctor in charge, they are good at treating difficult cases but may not be proficient in detoxification. Take me with you, just in case... I promise not to speak when I shouldn't!" Rong Yu said in a hurried tone, with a desperate plea.
"Your Highness, Rongrong should go with the young master. Maybe she can really help." Butler Cai at the side also made a timely suggestion.
The situation was critical, and Ye Chenyin finally compromised and pulled Rongyu onto his horse. The horse galloped away, crushing the silence of the palace road and charging straight towards Chaoyun Palace.
The atmosphere in the palace was frozen. Concubine Wang Ruomu's eyes were closed, her face pale, and her breath was weak. The imperial physicians gathered around the bed, taking her pulse and examining her complexion, but each one had a deep frown on their face, their sweat dripping from their face.
Emperor Gan frowned, his eyes fixed on his lifeless beloved concubine, his anxiety almost becoming tangible.
Concubine Wu Pingting's face was filled with worry, yet a subtle hint of smug joy flickered in her eyes. Empress Xu Yingying's expression seemed calm, but her hands, clenched tightly in her sleeves until their knuckles turned white, hinted at her unwillingness to see Wang Ruomu's death.
"Your Highness!"
Just as Ye Chenyin was about to step into the palace, Rongyu suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Let me go in and take a look!"
Ye Chenyin's steps faltered, his brow furrowed. If this was truly the work of the Rakshasa Hall, Rong Yu would be exposing his true identity if he tried to detoxify him! Even if he had been credited with saving someone, how could his father tolerate him?
On one side are blood relatives, on the other side are the ones that one's heart belongs to... This choice is like a sharp knife cutting through one's heart.
His Adam's apple rolled as he whispered with difficulty: "I...will go in and check it out first." His voice was barely perceptible hoarseness.
"The poison of the Rakshasa Hall is so powerful. If we continue to delay, even Hua Tuo will be powerless to save the situation!"
Rong Yu was extremely anxious, almost wanting to drag him back regardless of her status. "I risked my life to save your mother for the mission, so why am I the one begging you?!"
Ye Chenyin closed his eyes, and pried open Rongyu's fingers that were clasping his sleeves one by one. His tone was filled with helplessness and pressure: "...Let me find out first." After that, he did not look back and resolutely walked into the suffocating inner hall.
The hall was filled with the scent of herbs and despair.
The imperial physicians' faces were ashen, and they shook their heads repeatedly. Ye Chen pondered, his gaze meeting his mother's drooping face, and his heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He suppressed his surging emotions and saluted the Emperor and Empress: "Father, Mother. Mother..."
"The imperial physician is doing his best. Prince Jing, please don't worry too much." Empress Xu soothed with a gentle voice, a hint of worry in her eyes. Emperor Gan, however, seemed not to have heard, his eyes never leaving the bed.
Shen Qinghe quietly approached, pulled Ye Chenyin to a corner, and lowered his voice to a very low voice: "The poison is too strong. It will take at least seven days to prepare the antidote... But Concubine Xian... I'm afraid she won't last more than half an hour."
Ye Chenyin felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His gaze once again turned to his mother, his heart aching. After a moment of silence, he finally turned around and walked out of the palace with a heavy gloom.
When Rongyu saw his expression, she knew the situation was critical.
"Your Highness?"
Ye Chenyin whispered the situation in the palace, emphasizing the urgency of the deadline. Rongyu sneered in his heart: Isn't this just waiting for me to jump into the fire pit? Thinking of Xianpin's harsh treatment of Ye Chenyin, he almost backed out. Why save such a cold-hearted mother?
"Xuanhe..." Ye Chenyin suddenly hugged Rongyu tightly in his arms. That call, filled with deep regret and pain, was like a huge rock hitting Rongyu's heart, shaking him all over. Only then did he truly feel the weight of Xianpin in Ye Chenyin's heart, how heavy it was.
"So...keeping you by my side is actually pushing you into hell..."
Ye Chenyin's voice was low and broken, almost with a hint of sob, and his hot breath brushed past Rongyu's ears.
Rong Yu screamed inwardly: Is this a beauty trap combined with a death warrant? Embrace me and send me to death?!
While he was complaining, he quickly communicated with the system: "Zao Zao, how can we save him?"
"Make a decoction of Hemiphragma sibiricum and Hemiphragma septempunctata, then mix it with your blood and give it to her."
Upon hearing this formula, Rong Yu's vision darkened. These two herbs were clearly ordinary! According to this ridiculous plot, the key to detoxification must lie in his panacea-like blood. The so-called prescription was just a nice-sounding recipe.
"I think adding these two herbs is just for the sake of experimentation."
'……almost. '
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Rong Yu suddenly broke free from Ye Chenyin's embrace, a bright and pretended smile instantly appeared on her face, her brows curved: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will definitely rescue Concubine Xian."
Ye Chenyin stared at his forced smile and remained silent for a long time. Complex emotions surged in his eyes, and finally turned into a firm promise: "No matter what happens, this king... will protect you."
Rong Yu smiled and nodded, a look of trust, but a thousand beasts were already surging in his heart. He finally understood that this man's promise was just for show.
A moment later, Ye Chenyin reported to Emperor Gan that there might be a way to save Rong Yu. Emperor Gan, as if grasping a lifeline, immediately agreed and ordered the head of the Imperial Hospital to provide full assistance.
Wang Ruomu's lips were purplish blue, his brow darkened, and his limbs were icy cold. Experienced imperial physicians quickly confirmed that the poison was the Rakshasa Hall's secret medicine, Xuanqing, a blend of the venom of dozens of highly toxic snakes, often used to punish traitors. If no antidote was found within two hours, the victim would be dead.
"Are there any half-horned lotus and seven-leafed flower?" Rong Yu went straight to the point.
"Yes, sir, do you want the purified medicinal juice or the whole plant?"
"The whole plant, take me to boil the medicine quickly."
Time is life. Rong Yu did not dare to delay and ran quickly to the place where the medicine was boiled with Shen Qinghe.
The snake venom in Xuanqing can still be cured, but the truly deadly one is the poison of the blood-withered flower mixed in it.
This flower grows deep in the mountains and cliffs, and is extremely rare. Its flowers are highly toxic, but its leaves are a mutually reinforcing antidote. The chronic poisons and antidotes that the original owner, Eleven, had been taking for years contained traces of the leaves and toxins of the blood-blighted flower. Over the years, both the toxin and the antidote had become ingrained in his very being.
The medicinal soup seethed and simmered. Rong Yu gritted his teeth and used a knife to cut a hole in his fingertip. A drop of bright red blood instantly dripped into the medicine bowl, creating a striking crimson stain. Shen Qinghe's eyes flickered, but he didn't dare ask any more questions. He quickly carried the medicine into the hall.
"Xuanhe..." Ye Chenyin immediately grabbed Rongyu's wrist and bandaged his wound in a slightly panicked manner, his voice hoarse: "...Thank you."
"Your Highness, there is no need to thank me. I did it willingly." Rong Yu forced a sweet smile, as if he had just done something insignificant.
Ye Chenyin dared not look directly into his clear eyes, feeling a crushing pressure from a huge rock. He had considered himself a heart of stone, unburdened by worries, until this person entered his life, bringing a glimmer of hope. But when faced with the choice between his loved ones and his beloved, he chose to sacrifice the latter without hesitation... The treasure he had painstakingly retrieved was now being pushed to the brink by his own hands.
"...Sorry." These two words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, yet they could only be silently pressed on the tip of the tongue.
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