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Chapter 4: A Life Hanging by a Thread
"Consort Yu, it's getting late. We should set off," Zhang Gonggong urged loudly from outside the door.
What was meant to come would always come. Wen Qingyu stood up and opened the door, snowflakes mixed with the wind rushing in.
It was actually snowing.
She paused for a moment, reaching out to catch a snowflake.
Peach Blossom draped a brand new red fox fur cloak over her shoulders, her voice mechanical and numb. "Your Highness, please don't catch a chill, or the Emperor will blame this servant."
Blame?
Wen Qingyu curled her lips slightly; it was indeed blame. Her life was now closely tied to Wen Ruxue's.
"Let's go."
Her dark hair was tied back with a single green silk ribbon, her back straight as she strode towards the soft sedan chair waiting in the snowy mist. She did not look like someone walking down an irreversible path but rather like someone going to meet a lover.
Two years ago, she had also sat in a bright red flower sedan on such a snowy day, joyfully marrying Yan Zhi Xi.
Now everything had changed completely.
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Inside Mu Xue Palace, the heated kang was very warm.
Yan Zhi Xi was sitting beside the bed, tenderly feeding Wen Ruxue spoonfuls of medicinal soup, not even glancing at Wen Qingyu, who had been kneeling nearby for quite some time.
"Your Majesty, the time has come; it is time to prepare."
The sorcerer reminded him, and Yan Zhi Xi's indifferent gaze fell on Wen Qingyu. "Get up."
After kneeling for a long time, Wen Qingyu's legs felt numb and sore. Gritting her teeth, she staggered to her feet.
The sorcerer brought over a bowl of foul-smelling medicine. "Your Highness, please drink this."
What is this medicine? What will happen if I drink it? Wen Qingyu did not ask a single question; she tilted her head back and drank it all in one go.
She numbly lay down on the soft couch by the bed. The sorcerer used silver needles to seal several major acupoints on her body, then inserted a needle as thick as a finger into her thin wrist.
Wen Qingyu closed her eyes and let out a muffled groan, passively accepting everything as if she were just an unfeeling puppet.
Yan Zhi Xi frowned as he looked at her, his heavy gaze filled with confusion.
"Your Majesty."
Wen Ruxue tugged at Yan Zhi Xi's sleeve, pulling him back to reality. He put on a smile. "Xue Er, what is it?"
"I'm a little scared," Wen Ruxue buried her face in Yan Zhi Xi's embrace.
Yan Zhi Xi covered Wen Ruxue's eyes. "Don't be afraid; I am here with you."
The blood transfusion process was long. Yan Zhi Xi watched as the dark brown blood from Wen Ruxue flowed little by little into Wen Qingyu's body. Wen Ruxue occasionally cried out in pain, but Wen Qingyu remained calm as if she were asleep.
Yan Zhi Xi narrowed his phoenix eyes and took a serious look at this woman for the first time. Though her eyes were closed, the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with stubbornness.
Suddenly, she felt that this woman was truly terrifying, ruthless to others and even more so to herself.
As the blood transfusion approached its end, an accident occurred.
Wen Qingyu's complexion changed from pale to green, cold sweat pouring down, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The sorcerer quickly inserted a silver needle into Wen Qingyu's head. Wen Qingyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and Wen Ruxue's face turned pale as well.
"What is happening?" Yan Zhi Xi tightly embraced Wen Ruxue and shouted furiously at the sorcerer.
"I'm afraid... something has gone wrong. I will do my best to save her."
The sorcerer continued to insert silver needles into Wen Qingyu's body. No matter how much she could endure, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard the sorcerer ask Yan Zhi Xi, "If it truly comes to an irreversible point, the two of you may only be able to save one..."
Before the sorcerer could finish, Yan Zhi Xi decisively said, "Save Consort X at all costs."
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