Qingming moves quickly, he’s the best at gathering news, which is why Long Yue waited for two incense sticks’ worth of ti before Duanmu Nan arrived.
Two incense sticks’ worth of ti is short, yet she still felt it was long, her heart incredibly anxious until she saw that figure in white, untouched by a speck of dust, and her heart slightly settled.
"Master!" she hurried forward, her face full of hope as she looked at the man before her, "Please save A Mu!"
The little woman in front of him was so anxious that tears had welled up; Duanmu Nan slowly nodded: "Alright."
Following Long Yue all the way to the Dragon Bed, looking at Li Qingmu quietly lying on the bed, his face pale, Duanmu Nan slightly furrowed his brow: "It’s all strange poisons from the Western Regions, exotic flowers and poisonous insects, many kinds, Yue’er, it’s fortunate he had taken the Baicao Pill earlier, otherwise by now he might already have..."
He didn’t finish the sentence, and Long Yue bit her red lip tightly.
Duanmu Nan said, "Yue’er, I need to detoxify him, but no one is allowed to disturb, so..."
As he spoke, he looked towards the Emperor on one side, nodding slightly with an apologetic face.
This man hadn’t paid respects to the Emperor since he ca in, fortunately, it’s a special ti now, even Qi Yun the Emperor didn’t mind, so others had no right to say anything.
"Everyone out!"
The Emperor commanded, a eunuch hesitated, "Your Majesty, but this..."
"Out!"
The Emperor’s gaze cooled, and he reprimanded coldly, the eunuch imdiately lowered his head and exited fearfully.
The other Imperial Physicians left one by one, followed by Long Yue.
Before leaving, Long Yue worriedly glanced at Li Qingmu, who lay there with eyes closed.
"Don’t worry, he will be fine."
Long Yue was the last to leave, and then the palace gates closed.
"This is the Emperor’s bedchamber, is it appropriate to let him stay in there alone?"
After coming out, an Imperial Physician couldn’t help but look back, muttering.
This was the Emperor’s domain, where unauthorized persons must be supervised to prevent any mishaps, yet he was allowed to be alone?
"No problem!"
Qi Yun disliked this group; they seed competent on normal days, but at crucial monts, they were useless. You could be humble if you’re incompetent, but this jealousy towards the capable, what’s that about?
The Emperor spoke, and his tone wasn’t pleasant, so the group of Imperial Physicians imdiately shut their mouths.
Long Yue had no interest in these open and secret battles, pacing back and forth outside the palace gates in agitation.
"Soone, take Lady Jiao to the side hall to wait!"
"No, I’ll wait right here!"
Long Yue refused, and Qi Yun did not insist, turning and departing for the ti being.
He was the Emperor, with many important tasks, like interrogating those assassins and investigating who was behind them.
This concerned his own life and the fate of the nation, requiring his personal attention.
As Qi Yun left, Long Yue waited. Inside the bedchamber, Duanmu Nan silently looked at the man on the bed.
With eyes lowered, he spoke faintly: "Li Qingmu, I don’t know what to say to you, perhaps, this is fate. If not for you, entering this Imperial Palace would have been incredibly difficult, and I had already given up..."
Duanmu Nan sighed, then opened the dicine box, taking out a row of Silver Needles.
"Silver Needles can disperse poison, they can also gather poison. You have too many poisons in you, so I can only take a risky move, using poison against poison; whether you can survive it depends on fate!"
Even though Li Qingmu couldn’t hear at this mont, Duanmu Nan still explained, then applied the needles.
The palace was brightly lit by candles, under the flickering lights, a crooked shadow was busy, and with the candles burning, a trace of blood gradually appeared...
Long Yue waited outside for a long ti. Watching the sunset, yet her master hadn’t co out, she was nervous.
She trusted her master’s dical skills, but human effort has its limits, what if...
Long Yue took a deep breath, her little hands clenched tightly.
If...if sothing happened to A Mu, it would be okay, she had no children, she could just follow him!
This thought was crazy, but Long Yue didn’t think it was a problem.
If A Mu wasn’t there, her life would be aningless.
"Creak—"
She heard the sound of the heavy palace doors opening behind her, and Long Yue’s heart stopped for a mont, she quickly turned around.
She saw her master coming out slowly, looking tired, and his long white robe, untouched by dust, had a sar of bright red blood on it!
"Mas...Master..."
Long Yue looked at him, her little face gradually turned red; it was due to anxiety and panic.
Duanmu Nan smiled lightly: "It’s all right now."
In that instant!
Long Yue felt like she had ascended from hell to heaven. A simple three words, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds, weighed her down, making her body sway slightly.
No...no problem?
A Mu was alright? He... he wouldn’t die now?
Long Yue seed not yet recovered from the good news, or perhaps, she was still a little bewildered.
Duanmu Nan looked at her bewildered appearance, finding her adorable, but his eyes turned slightly dim: "The poison in him has been neutralized, he will probably awaken tomorrow, you... take good care of him... I’m a bit tired, I’m heading back first."
"Master!"
Long Yue finally ca to her senses, calling out hurriedly as the white figure passed by.
"Hmm?"
"Master, thank you, truly...thank you!"
She didn’t know how to express her gratitude to her master, so as she spoke, tears had already filled her face.
Duanmu Nan smiled gently, said nothing more, turned and left, leaving a corner of white fabric behind.
Long Yue gave a distant bow, turned and rushed into the bedchamber, while at the sa ti, the palace maids and eunuchs on guard hastened to inform the Emperor.
Long Yue entered the bedchamber, quickly rushed to the Dragon Bed, and saw the man on the bed, his face still pale, but his breathing had returned to normal. Her tears flowed again, and she carefully leaned against him.
"A Mu, you’re alright, that’s wonderful..."
When Qi Yun entered, he saw Long Yue leaning on Li Qingmu, he shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.
"Your Majesty, the love between this couple is truly deep, just like in the past, with you and Princess Consort Yun!"
Chen Zhong glanced over, smiled softly.
Others might find talking about this taboo, but Chen Zhong wouldn’t.
Qi Yun nodded slightly, sighing: "Indeed, but it’s a pity Xiang’er she..."
"Your Majesty, since the Da Liang Princess has co this ti, perhaps you could inquire about this?"
The Yulong Pavilion had discovered that Princess Consort Yun disappeared at the border of Daliang. Despite continuous investigation, they found no clues. Perhaps with this envoy assassination attempt, getting the Emperor of Daliang to assist might lead to so discovery?
However, Qi Yun remained silent.
He walked pensively ahead, his gaze becoming obscure and inexplicable.
Previously, he had been perplexed about why, despite mobilizing much of the Yulong Pavilion’s resources, they couldn’t find Yun Ruoxiang?
But with the arrival of the Daliang Envoy, so mist seed to gradually clear.
If anyone could make the Yulong Pavilion unable to find soone, it could only be one type of person, the Daliang Imperial Family!
So, his Xiang’er, could it be... she’s in the Daliang Imperial Family?
Qi Yun took a deep breath; this discovery even astonished him.
"Tonight, sleep in the study."
Chen Zhong knew the Emperor was thinking about Princess Consort Yun, and it wasn’t a good ti to upset him, so he promptly agreed.
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