It was foggy and rainy, and the ebony corridor was hidden in the mist. Shen Yan said nothing and left with a wave of his sleeves.
Yue Xu followed Shen Yan closely, holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand.
Since he was skilled in using poison, he knew the power of the Falling Immortal Pill. An ordinary doctor would not be able to identify the poison and would not have an antidote.
The rain splashed down, and soon the bluestone road was soaked with mist.
Shen Yan walked very fast, his dark green robe fluttering in the wind, and his heart suddenly felt unbearable pain.
The jade ring was clenched tightly in the palm of her hand, and the red mark was obvious.
There is also a shallow scar on the left wrist.
Shen Yan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooping like smoke, and his white fingers gently stroked the scar. A hint of cruelty flashed across Shen Yan's eyes.
Falling Immortal, Falling Immortal. No one knows the pain of falling immortal better than him. It is like a hundred claws tormenting your heart, as if millions of ants are drilling into your heart and bones.
His heart ached again. Shen Yan stopped and covered his heart with his hands. Rain and fog covered his head.
I felt dizzy and my vision was blacking out. The old injury on my wrist seemed to start to hurt.
Yue Xu hurried forward, his constricted pupils revealing his anxiety at the moment.
He hurried forward to support him: "Master!"
The dark green robe was stained with rain mist. Shen Yan raised his hand and moved his lips. Before he could utter a word, his vision went dark and he fell straight backwards.
All that remained in his ears was Yue Xu's exclamation: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"
…Your Highness
His thoughts were in a mess and Shen Yan frowned.
Through the rain, he seemed to see the civil and military officials in the Golden Palace kneeling before him and welcoming him to be emperor.
He heard the voices of "Long live His Majesty" rising one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the palace alley flashed through my mind again. The sunlight was annoying. Song Lingzhi was wearing a plain white cotton skirt and bowed to greet him: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Shen Yan staggered and could no longer hold on. In the moment before his consciousness became chaotic, he could only hear Yue Xu's nervous voice: "—Your Highness!"
Why is it His Highness? Shouldn’t he be... His Majesty
Amid the mist and rain, the sound of the bell from Jinming Temple could be heard from afar, and the fragrance of pear blossoms filled the air.
Shen Yan completely lost consciousness.
…
The Linyue Pavilion courtyard was crowded with people. Maids stood with their hands hanging down. Some brave ones stood on tiptoe and looked inside quietly.
The window screen was the color of autumn fragrance, and from a distance it looked like a jade ring.
Inside the warm room, there stood a rosewood screen inlaid with jade. An old man in a dark robe sat on a throne, holding a pair of glasses in his hands.
There was a brown pill in the brocade box wrapped in red silk. The doctor took a closer look and after a while, he finally put away his glasses.
He nodded to Old Madam Song: "It looks the same as what is written in the medical book, it must be the Resurrection Pill."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes and brows filled with excitement.
Baizhi and Qiuyan cried with joy. Their eyes were red and swollen like almonds from crying for days.
Holding hands with each other, Qiuyan said in a choked voice: "That's great, that's great, the girl is saved."
Everyone in the room quietly wiped their tears with their handkerchiefs. Only Old Madam Song, who was at the head of the room, frowned. After ordering people to prepare a reward and send the doctor away, Old Madam Song leaned on a sandalwood cane, her face filled with sorrow.
Mother Liu took out a blue satin pillow and leaned against Old Madam Song's back. She said softly, "Old Madam, we have found the resurrection pill. You don't have to worry anymore. Didn't the doctor just say that it will only take half an hour for the girl to recover?"