The doctors all retreated, while Xiao Si and Zhui Feng remained in the room.
Mo Chuan felt that he was divided into two people. One stayed here to accompany his mother, while the other had flown to the stone prison underground.
He stood up suddenly.
"Xiao Si, you stay here. If there is anything that happens to my mother... you can report it to me immediately. Zhui Feng, you come with me."
He clenched his fists and made the hardest decision.
There is no cure for the Queen Mother's poison, but Ning'er may still have a chance of survival if he goes away in time.
He was about to lose one of the two most important women in his life, and he couldn't afford to lose the second one.
Mo Chuan buried all his sorrow and pain in the deepest part of his heart, and his face was so calm that there was no sign of anything strange.
He strode out of the hospital's door.
*
As the Empress Dowager Zhou said, Chu Shaoyang at this moment is indeed in his old residence, the Huaiyuan Palace, and his hiding place is also the underground stone prison.
But there are only two people in the stone prison now.
One was him, and the other was the seriously injured Master of Zixiao Pavilion.
The bullet from Mo Chuan's gun hit him. Although he did not die immediately, he bled too much along the way and was already dying when he was saved by Chu Shaoyang.
Several tallow candles were lit in the stone prison, illuminating the dark stone prison like daylight.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion was lying on the stone bed. His black clothes were stained red with blood, but it was hard to see. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Chu Shaoyang stood beside him, looking at him with his eyes, but silent.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion coughed and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, with red blood foam overflowing from the corners of his lips.
There was no trace of sadness on Chu Shaoyang's face, he just looked at him calmly.
"Your lung was punctured, I'm afraid it won't recover." He said coldly, his tone flat, as if he was stating a fact.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion stared at him, coughed several times, and then inhaled hard before he could speak.
"Why?"
He asked, and after saying this, he coughed violently again.
Chu Shaoyang waited for him to finish coughing, then slowly said: "Why?"
His tone remained calm.
This calmness further stimulated the Master of Zixiao Pavilion. His face, which had turned pale due to massive blood loss, now turned eggplant purple. He pressed on the wound on his chest and asked loudly again:
"Why didn't you show up! Why!"
His face was full of anger and confusion.
All the plans were carried out perfectly, so perfect that he couldn't find any flaws, and all the links were perfect and coordinated perfectly.
Just one step away, just one step away!
One of the most crucial people never showed up.
That person is: Chu Shaoyang!
In the plan of Master Zixiao Pavilion, his appearance was the final blow to Mo Chuan.
He is all the hope of the Master of Zixiao Pavilion!
He is old, disabled, and no longer as handsome as before. He is making a comeback, deliberately trying to take back the emperor's throne, not for himself. He knows that sitting in that position will only become a joke.
But he has a son!
There is a son he can be proud of and who has placed all his hopes on him!
Chu Shaoyang!
He paid all this just to see his own son sitting in that high and highly anticipated position, so that he could die in peace.