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  A faint shadow, one side smiling, the other side lifting her skirt and running, the wind blowing up her tender yellow dress, she smiled with curved eyes.

  "Run a bit slower, or you'll start coughing again and feel miserable." I followed behind her, wanting to put the cloak in my hand over her shoulders. Her body was not good, and she couldn't stand the cold at all.

  However, she seemed to have not heard me speaking at all, still smiling and running by herself. Suddenly, at a corner, she bumped into Du Ruyin who had a big belly.

  Du Ruyin's eyes were venomous, with a hint of triumph in her resentment. Pushe was pressed onto the low stool, and then the board came down mercilessly, one blow after another, heavily striking her body. Blood slowly stained her delicate yellow dress red.

  But her face still wore a smile, she gazed at me from afar, and muttered, Miss, you must forgive the Third Prince, only then can you be happy.

  I wanted to rush over and save her, but I couldn't move a single inch, my voice was stuck in my throat, suffocating me, all I could remember was myself, with tears of ice on my face.

  "...The queen's condition is very critical... Fortunately, the third prince didn't leave and secretly guarded her, discovering it in time, it's not too late yet... I need ginseng, astragalus, radix rehmanniae, carapax trionycis, and angelica... When I administer the needle, I absolutely cannot be disturbed..."

  In a daze, I seemed to hear Lian Luo's voice rising up crisply and calmly.

  "...... Mr. Chun, I've seen the prescription you wrote before, I don't know what your intention is, but now the situation is critical, my 'painting eyebrows like frost' needle technique is not enough, so I must ask Mr. Chun to assist me with the needle work on the side... The Third Princess Wang is someone who the young master values more than his own life, you saved her, and the entire Evil Medicine Valley will remember your great kindness, but if you make any move, similarly, you will be an enemy of the entire Evil Medicine Valley. I also want to tell you one thing - a doctor's heart is like that of a parent."

  "...From the moment I agreed to help her tell that lie, I had already given up...I wrote that prescription, and it's not like I went against your wishes either...As for whether she uses it or not, that's not something I can control..."

  "Let's get started..."

  Liu Mo and Chun Yu's voices alternated in my dream, both illusory and real.

  My body is sometimes like a burning fire, and sometimes like falling into an icy cave. It's as if it's sour and painful, but not quite. Until finally, the darkness creeps in bit by bit, enveloping me in its dense and warm grasp.

  When I woke up again, my consciousness was still confused. I saw Shu Ying feeding me porridge, and I opened my mouth subconsciously, just like every other time before.

  But slowly, Shu Ying's face somehow turned into Xun Yun, and the porridge that had not been swallowed was stuck in her throat.

  Fragments of memory flashed through my mind like a spirit, and I suddenly realized what I had just eaten. It wasn't intentional, but my body had already reacted honestly, and even I couldn't control it. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited up all the porridge that had been stuck in my throat, feeling as if my internal organs were going to come out too.

  How could I forget, if it weren't for this bowl of porridge, Shuying might not have gotten into trouble, and would still be smiling innocently, calling me "miss".

  "Qing er..."

  Nan Chengyao panicked and hastily asked Xun Yun to go out and invite someone. It was only then that I realized that I had been held in his arms all along, and when I wanted to struggle free, I didn't even have a thread of strength left, nor could I utter the two words "let go".

  Before long, a flurry of footsteps came from outside the door. I thought it was Lian Mo or Chun Yu, but unexpectedly, the figure that burst into my line of sight was Su Xi's cold and detached silhouette.

  "Mr. Su, wasn't it said that the princess was fine? Why is this happening?" Xun Yun asked anxiously.

  "Qing'er, listen to me. Your body is very weak right now and can only rely on the most gentle and nourishing porridge to replenish your energy. This porridge is actually medicine, personally cooked by Lian Mo under my supervision. Even if it's hard for you to swallow, for the sake of the child in your belly, you must force yourself to drink it down, understand?"

  His eyes, which were always calm and cold, had a hint of hidden heartache and anxiety deep within. My hands unconsciously covered my lower abdomen as I stared at him motionless, and tears suddenly fell down: "Shu Ying is dead."

  I opened my mouth, and my voice was hoarse and weak, even I myself didn't dare to believe it.

  His eyes were filled with even more pity, and he nodded, his voice warm and gentle, like a long-forgotten memory: "But I believe she wouldn't want to see you torturing yourself like this, it's not your fault. Besides, you're not alone, you still have the child in your belly, Qing'er, I know you're hurting and tired, but you must be strong, the child in your belly still needs your protection."

  I felt that Nan Chengyao was holding my hands tightly, but he didn't say a word. I also had no intention of paying attention to him and just focused on drinking the spoonful of porridge from Su Xiuzhen's hand.

  I really wanted to swallow, but I couldn't. I tried my best to hold back my reaction, but my body was stronger than my willpower. It was as if my primitive instincts were resisting the swallowing of the porridge, and I started vomiting again.

  "Instead of porridge, can we change to something like a light broth?" Nan Chengyao's voice was filled with an unprecedented sense of anxiety and heartache as he asked Su Xiuzhen.

  "If I could, I wouldn't have forced her to try from the start." Su Xiuzhen didn't look at him, still holding the spoon and feeding it to my lips. Her previously indifferent voice also became gentle: "Qing'er, try again, okay? You've become a mother, you must be strong."

  I nodded, but still couldn't do it. My body seemed to have its own will and didn't listen to my control. I looked at the rice bowl in Su Xiuzhi's hand, my body was weak and slightly convulsing.

  Nan Cheng Yao suddenly let go of me, Xun Yun sat down in his previous position under his gaze, replacing him to hold me.

  And he didn't say another word, took the rice bowl from Su Xi's hand, and drank a mouthful first. Then his lips pressed down, regardless of the remaining filth in my mouth, forcibly prying open my lips and tongue, and pouring the porridge into my mouth. Then one hand tightly wrapped around my waist, the other hand tightly grasping the back of my neck, forcing me to swallow the porridge alive.

  Time and time again, I don't know how much I swallowed, how much I spat out, all I remember is the force of his lips and tongue, strong and desperate, and the hand he wrapped around my waist, so tight it was trembling with pain.

  For a long time afterwards, my consciousness was dull and I vaguely felt someone holding me, calling my name over and over again, just like a long, long time ago.

  But I know this time when I open my eyes reality is still reality and I no longer have the good fortune of forgetting everything.

  He kissed my hair and forehead, telling me, Qing'er, it's all over, everything is over.

  It's gone, but how did it go?

  Does anyone know if love has reached its end and hatred has reached its end, is there still a way back?

  I don't know how long I've been out of it, but I finally woke up for real, and I'm not sure if it's because of Nan Chengyao's words that I snapped out of it.

  He held my hand and spoke to me in a gentle voice, careful to the point of being uncharacteristic: "Qing'er, Tang'er is leaving, do you want to go see her off?"

  "Leave?" My heart skipped a beat, I asked in a low voice: "Where to go?"

  "Don't worry, she's fine," he hastily grasped my hand: "The crown prince was deposed and demoted to Youzhou, she just followed him there."

  "Yuan'er is no longer the crown prince's consort and she's about to give birth soon. Why would they want her to go all the way to Youzhou too?"

  He looked at me quietly: "It was Murong Yu who asked to go with the deposed crown prince, her words were firm and resolute. I have already arranged for someone to petition the emperor to pardon her death sentence. You don't need to worry, everything has passed."

  “Deprived of the throne?” I stared steadily into his eyes, and only now did I understand the meaning behind his words. A hint of mockery and chill crept onto my lips: “Should I congratulate Your Highness, then, for finally getting what you wanted?”

  A pang flashed in his eyes, but ultimately, he didn't say anything. (Still remembering the shocking swan's reflection (Hou Gong))

  Still remember the shocking swan's reflection (harem)