Chapter 96 Qing Yi Feeds Blood
Qing Yi solemnly lifted Ye Qingyu's shirt. His pupils suddenly constricted as he looked at the poisonous spike. It was less than half an inch from his chest. A slight deviation and it would have pierced Xiao Ye's heart, and Xiao Ye would have been dead! He was horrified; he had nearly lost the person he loved.
Qing Yi then unhesitatingly pulled out a dagger from his bosom. Upon seeing this, Chen Yan immediately protected the Emperor, closely watching Qing Yi's every move. According to palace rules, outsiders were not allowed to carry weapons when meeting the Emperor. However, the chaos in the Imperial Study had just occurred, and no one cared about such details, so Qing Yi was able to carry the dagger.
Qing Yi raised his wrist high and placed it above the bowl held by the palace maid. Then he turned his wrist slightly, and the dagger cut through his skin. Blood instantly flowed out and dripped into the bowl.
Everyone looked bewildered, completely confused as to what he was doing. Although the Emperor of Chu frowned, he remained silent. Seeing that the Emperor was silent, no one dared to ask rashly.
Seeing this, Ye Qingyu was anxious and struggled to reach out his hand to stop Qing Yi. Qing Yi was quick to grasp his hand and gently shook his head, signaling him not to move.
The palace maid holding the medicine bowl trembled with fear in her heart. This medicine had been brewed with great difficulty, and now this person had dripped his own blood into it. How could it be drunk?
The originally half bowl of black medicine gradually became a large bowl after Qing Yi's blood was absorbed into it, and the color also changed from deep black to a shocking red.
Qing Yi quickly pulled down the curtains covering the dragon couch, ripped them into strips, and wrapped his wrists tightly. His actions shocked the people in the imperial study. He had ruined the young prince's medicine and even taken the emperor's things without permission. Wasn't that a desperate move? The Emperor of Chu's expression shifted again and again, his expression changing from gloomy to bright, but he remained silent.
After Qing Yi bandaged his wrist, he whispered to Ye Qingyu, "Xiao Ye, drink this medicine quickly!"
Ye Qingyu's brows were furrowed, his face full of resistance. He already had an aversion to medicinal soups, and now he had to drink medicine mixed with human blood, which was even more difficult to swallow. He slowly shook his head, his eyes full of resistance.
"Xiao Ye, I know you don't want to drink it, but there is no other way. My blood can detoxify. Drink it, my blood is sweet." Qing Yi coaxed softly.
A faint smile appeared on the Northwest Prince's originally furrowed brow and pale face. Perhaps he was comforted by Qing Yi's words, or perhaps he saw hope for life.
Qing Yi took the medicine bowl from the palace maid and sat down on the dragon couch. He half-lifted Ye Qingyu up and let him lean against him. "Prepare some clean water for the young prince to rinse his mouth," Qing Yi said.
The maid was still standing there in a daze, not coming to her senses. Seeing this, the Emperor of Chu's face darkened and he urged sternly, "Get ready!"
After everything was ready, Qing Yi said in a relaxed tone, "Xiao Ye, drink it all in one gulp. My blood gold is very valuable!"
Ye Qingyu nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his mouth. Instantly, a strong smell of blood mixed with the bitter taste of the medicine rushed into his nose, making him feel nauseous and want to vomit. At this moment, Qing Yi gently stroked his mouth with his hand and whispered, "Drink it! What will I do if you die?"
Ye Qingyu's heart trembled. Yes, if he died, how sad he would be! Thinking of this, he suppressed his nausea and drank the medicine with his head held high.
The maid had already prepared clean water and handed it over. Qing Yi did not rely on anyone else, but personally handed the water to Ye Qingyu to rinse her mouth, her movements gentle and delicate.
After Ye Qingyu calmed down a bit and made sure he wouldn't vomit up the medicine he had just drunk, Qing Yi carefully laid him flat on the dragon couch and took out a small box from his arms. Everyone stared at the small box curiously, wondering what treasure was hidden inside.
"Xiao Ye, close your eyes." Qing Yi said.
"This...this is..." As soon as Ye Qingyu saw the small box, he knew what was inside. He immediately felt his scalp tingling, which was more uncomfortable than taking medicine.
"I know you are afraid of the little scorpion, but you have to believe me, this little scorpion is my favorite. It can save you and will not hurt you. Just close your eyes." Qing Yi comforted the frightened Ye Qingyu.
"..." Ye Qingyu still opened his eyes full of fear, staring at the box. He really felt scared when he saw these things.
"Be obedient!" Qing Yi's tone was gentle, but with an attitude that could not be refused.
Emperor Chu, Chen Yan, and the others stood aside, watching the delicate and tense atmosphere between the two men, feeling that something was amiss. However, at this moment, Qing Yi seemed to have a way to save the young prince of the Northwest, which was a great opportunity in their eyes. Although full of doubts, they couldn't help but hold their breath and watch.
Ye Qingyu finally closed his eyes, but one of his hands tightly grasped Qingyi's clothes to give himself courage.
Seeing Xiaoye close her eyes, Qingyi carefully opened the box. Curious, Emperor Chu took a closer look and discovered a small scorpion glowing with a strange red light. Qingyi placed the scorpion in his palm, and the little scorpion didn't crawl around, remaining motionless.
Although the King of Chu didn't understand these strange arts, Chen Yan was an expert. He could tell at a glance that this boy was immune to all poisons. This was a scorpion with a venomous scorpion. What exactly was Qing Yi planning to do?
Even as Shen Yan pondered, Qing Yi had already made a quick move. He peeled back Ye Qingyu's clothes and carefully placed the scorpion over the poisonous sting. As if sensing something, the little scorpion crawled back and forth over the wound. Even more terrifying, it actually used its highly venomous stinger to slowly penetrate Ye Qingyu's skin.
Ye Qingyu's body trembled violently. Although he closed his eyes, the fear in his heart made him grit his teeth and tighten his grip on Qingyi's clothes. Qingyi held his hand tightly and whispered to him, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoye. I'm here. Just bear with it. It will be fine soon."
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