It was getting deeper into the night and everything was quiet.
The sound of the drum tower bell came from the sky. Song Lingzhi's eyes were filled with tears. The hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground drop by drop.
His hands were covered in blood, the sharp sword blade was within reach, the bright white blade was stained with blood.
His hands were covered with bright red blood beads, the person in his arms' breath gradually weakened, his heavy eyelids closed lightly, and thick eyelashes covered the lower eyelids, turning into a thick shadow.
Tears blurred his vision, and Song Lingzhi could only see large patches of water.
She fell to the ground holding Shen Yan, the person on her body gradually became heavier, but the fingers that were holding Song Lingzhi's wrist never loosened at all.
A strong smell of blood spread in the bedroom. In a trance, Song Lingzhi thought he was sitting in a pool of blood, with blood rushing towards him.
Looking closely, I realized that it was blood flowing from Shen Yan's heart.
"madman."
Song Lingzhi sobbed softly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Yan, you are really crazy."
The bedroom was in chaos, with torches emitting golden light illuminating the entire floor. The lights were on as bright as day.
Song Lingzhi saw Meng Rui running towards him in panic and heard his scream.
There was noise and bustle in his ears, but Song Lingzhi never heard a response from the person in his arms again.
Shen Yan seemed to have... closed his eyes forever.
"Quick, help His Majesty back to the bedroom!"
"Don't move! No one is allowed to touch the wound!"
"Where's the Ma Fei San? Bring me my Ma Fei San!"
Meng Rui was in his room looking through ancient books and ancient prescriptions, thinking about developing new medicine for Shen Yan tomorrow, when he was caught off guard by the news that Shen Yan had been assassinated.
Meng Rui was so frightened that he dropped his medical book on the ground and staggered towards the Qianqing Palace.
Seeing the bloody hole in Shen Yan's heart, Meng Rui's eyes went dark and he almost tripped at the door.
The palace maids carried a spring stool over, and medicine bottles were scattered all over the ground.
Meng Rui was half-kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his hands covered in blood.
His fingers trembled, and the numbing powder in his hand trembled as he poured it onto Shen Yan's wound.
The sharp blade was still at Shen Yan's heart.
Meng Rui stared at him, his eyebrows tightly knitted together: "No."
The wound pierced by the sword was faintly black, Meng Rui's face darkened, and he said coldly: "The sword is poisoned, it must be pulled out immediately!"
Song Lingzhi's pupils suddenly tightened.
Shen Yan was already poisoned by the Gold-Leasing Powder, and now he was poisoned again.
Song Lingzhi's body was shaking, but he tried hard to keep himself steady.
Shen Yan fell into coma early, but the fingers holding Song Lingzhi's wrist never loosened at all, like a strong shackle.
He pried open his fingers one by one, without moving an inch.
Song Lingzhi fell down at Shen Yan's feet and tried his best but failed to pry him apart even a little.
His eyes were misty, and through the hazy tears, Song Lingzhi clearly saw that the red part of the wound began to turn black and spread out like ripples.
She opened her eyes wide and stared at the pale-faced Shen Yan in her arms.
Meng Rui raised his head, his eyes anxious: "Miss Song..."
Song Lingzhi raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears from her eyes and swallowed the sobs in her throat.
"Mr. Meng, you do your thing. I'll stay here."
Meng Rui was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I'm sorry, young lady. If you can't stand the sight of blood, you can just close your eyes."