Chapter 593 He's Poisoned
Lu Yan lowered his head, his face full of disappointment. "We didn't find it. When I led people up there just now, it was already empty."
Zhou Ruiyuan's cold eyes were bloodshot and red, his fists were clenched, and his face was burning with uncontrollable anger. His voice was low and ruthless, "Find it for me. Even if you have to search the entire capital, find it for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Wanchun felt his whole body trembling.
This was the first time she had ever felt him so angry, and her gaze involuntarily drifted toward the inn.
The assassin didn't want to kill Zhou Ruiyuan, but her.
Both she and Zhou Ruiyuan understood this matter.
But who is the assassin? Du Wanchun still can't find the answer.
Zhou Zhao strode over and said, "Brother, so the assassins in the inn weren't from the Southern Barbarians?"
Zhou Ruiyuan nodded.
Zhou Zhao, following his father on the ground, was also quite moved. He sighed deeply, his face grim.
Aunt Zhou helped Du Wanchun support Zhou Ruiyuan. "Third brother, Zhao'er, Ruiyuan's injuries are serious. Let's take them back to the palace first. We can talk about the assassin later."
Zhou Zhao snapped out of his daze, his gaze falling on the arrow behind Zhou Ruiyuan. A look of worry appeared on his face. Without further delay, he immediately sent someone to take Zhou Ruiyuan and the others onto a carriage and send them back to the palace.
With Du Wanchun's help, Zhou Ruiyuan managed to get into the carriage, and he gradually fainted while leaning against Du Wanchun.
Du Wanchun gripped his hand tightly, her heart warming slightly, just like last time at General Han's mansion, where no one could see, she transferred the warmth of her palm to Zhou Ruiyuan's entire body.
Zhou Ruiyuan's complexion improved significantly in an instant, and the pain from his wounds gradually subsided. Even while unconscious, his brows relaxed slightly.
The emperor's body was brought into the palace by Zhou Zhao.
The imperial physician came to examine the emperor. He said the emperor had died from an arrow wound that struck his heart. An ordinary person would have died on the spot, but the emperor had taken a life-extending medicine beforehand, so he was able to say a few words before his death.
Not only that, the arrows were also poisoned, as was the arrow that struck Zhou Ruiyuan.
Doctor Xu accompanied the imperial physician to take Zhou Ruiyuan's pulse.
The group of people had different expressions.
After calming down Granny Zhou, Du Wanchun came over and asked, "How is the Crown Prince's injury?"
The imperial physicians all lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Du Wanchun bypassed them and asked Doctor Xu, "Doctor Xu, how is Ruiyuan's injury?"
Doctor Xu slowly replied, "Ruiyuan's arrow wound on his back is not serious, but the poison... is difficult to cure..."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, a look of helplessness on his face.
The arrow was aimed at Du Wanchun. The man seemed to know that Du Wanchun was different from ordinary people and that the poison he used was also quite special. It was not surprising that Doctor Xu could show such an expression.
Upon hearing this, Du Wanchun turned her head to look at Zhou Ruiyuan on the sickbed, her eyes filled with heartache.
He wouldn't have done this if it weren't to save her.
"Dr. Xu, please prescribe some antidotes for me, and I'll try to find other ways myself."
Dr. Xu sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."
After sending Doctor Xu away, Du Wanchun also dismissed the imperial physicians.
Soon only she and Zhou Ruiyuan remained in the hall.
Zhou Ruiyuan lay on the couch, his face pale, his lips slightly bluish from the poisoning.
Du Wanchun slowly sat down beside him, holding his cold hand. "Why were you so foolish to take this arrow for me? If I were hit, I would only suffer a little, but if you were hit, it would be fatal."
Her gentle words, every single one, conveyed her heartache.
As if he had heard this, Zhou Ruiyuan slowly opened his eyes, looked up at Du Wanchun, and smiled with relief, "It's better to take my life than to let you suffer."
Du Wanchun looked up when she heard the sound and was quite pleased to see that he was awake.
"You're awake. Does your injury still hurt?"
The imperial physician removed the arrow from Zhou Ruiyuan's body, and now that medicine has been applied, the bleeding has stopped.
Zhou Ruiyuan shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, but he couldn't bear to see Du Wanchun sad.
Du Wanchun quickly got up and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go get some food."
Zhou Ruiyuan reached out and grabbed her hem, stopping her and saying, "I'm not hungry. You've had quite a fright today, so rest well first."
Du Wanchun turned around, looked down at his hand that was tugging at her clothes, and couldn't bear to leave. She stepped back and said, "I'm fine, husband, you don't need to worry about me."
Zhou Ruiyuan released his grip on her hem and let his hand fall weakly. "Where is Father?"
Du Wanchun replied, "My third brother has brought the Emperor back to the palace and is preparing to announce the Emperor's death on a chosen day."
Zhou Ruiyuan nodded slightly, his composure masking the melancholy in his eyes.
After a moment, he asked again, "What about those southern barbarians?"
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