Jun Mohan could only brace himself and slowly step into the volcano under the scorching heat.
"Li'er, Li'er, where are you?" Jun Mohan shouted for Leng Ruoli, but his cries were immediately devoured by the boiling magma.
Just as he was about to step closer to the crater, a slender figure ran towards him, with piles of blood-red magma chasing closely behind.
"Jun Mohan, run! The volcano is about to erupt." But as soon as Leng Ruoli finished speaking, the magma in the crater erupted violently, shooting up several meters high, almost splashing onto them both.
Leng Ruoli tightly hugged Jun Mohan and with a flash, they instantly dodged into her system space. Both of them immediately lost consciousness.
At this moment, people on the mountainside saw the commotion on the summit and everyone fled down the mountain.
"Divine Doctor Chu, the commotion on the mountain peak is so great, the Prince and Princess Consort must be in trouble. I'm going up to save them," Yin Chen said, full of anxiety.
"Stop. You'll likely turn to ash before you even reach the summit," Chu Mingxuan stopped him.
"Then what should we do now? The Prince and Princess Consort are in danger on the mountain peak!" Yin Chen said, his face filled with worry.
"We need to descend the mountain immediately. The earth dragons on the peak are about to stir. Your Prince and Princess Consort are no ordinary people, they will be fine, but if we don't run down the mountain now, we will lose our lives," Chu Mingxuan said loudly.
He grabbed the stubborn Yin Chen and ran down the mountain. Yin Yi and Yin Er, who were behind them, glanced up at the mountain peak. Their faces were also filled with worry, but they felt Divine Doctor Chu was right. Their Prince and Princess Consort were not ordinary people, and they would surely be alright.
Thus, Yin Yi and Yin Er quickly followed Chu Mingxuan down the mountain.
It had only been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea after they left, and the magma from the volcanic eruption had already reached the mountainside.
People on the mountain fled down frantically. Those who were slower were instantly engulfed by the magma. Fortunately, Chu Mingxuan and Yin Chen knew Qinggong, and they rushed down the mountain, running and flying. After half a day, they finally reached a safe place.
After Chu Mingxuan and Yin Chen were safe, they were also exhausted.
Subsequently, they turned around and looked at the Flaming Mountain. It was a hazy expanse, with volcanic ash flying everywhere. The blood-red, scalding magma had already swallowed many lives, and those who couldn't outrun the magma's flow were instantly consumed.
Yin Chen, Yin Yi, and Yin Er looked at the scene in the distance and immediately knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Your Highness, Princess Consort, it is our fault for being useless, ah—"
Chu Mingxuan looked at the magma flowing down from the Flaming Mountain and was also filled with worry for Jun Mohan and Leng Ruoli, praying silently that the couple would be alright.
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In the system space, Leng Ruoli slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Jun Mohan lying beside her, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she had managed to bring Jun Mohan into the space at the critical moment. Otherwise, if Jun Mohan had died, she would not have been able to explain it to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager when she returned to the capital.
Afterward, Leng Ruoli got up from the ground and carefully examined Jun Mohan's body. She found that his body temperature had reached a high of 41.5°C. Jun Mohan was suffering from heatstroke and had fainted.
Then, Leng Ruoli quickly administered a saline drip, replenished a bag of plasma, and connected him to an oxygen supply. She also placed the Ice Fire Bead in his palm and made him grasp it. At the same time, she used ice packs to cool his carotid arteries on both sides and his inguinal areas, and massaged his limbs and torso to promote blood circulation and heat dissipation.
Finally, Leng Ruoli bandaged the scalded wounds on Jun Mohan's feet.
Half an hour later, Jun Mohan's temperature gradually subsided, and Leng Ruoli, exhausted, fell asleep on the sofa.
In the imperial palace, the Emperor was in the imperial study at night, reviewing official documents. For some unknown reason, his chest felt suddenly blocked. He put down his brush and called for Eunuch Li, asking to be helped back to his sleeping quarters to rest.
"Your Majesty, perhaps I should call Physician Zhang over to examine you," Eunuch Li suggested with a frown.
"Old Li, I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while. You go out first. Remember! Do not let anyone disturb my rest," the Emperor said weakly.
"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant understands!" Eunuch Li lightly flicked his horsetail whisk and replied respectfully.
Then, he took another serious look at the Emperor, turned around, and walked out, standing guard outside the door.
When the Emperor saw Eunuch Li leave, he slowly got up from his dragon bed, walked behind it, and gently turned the dragon's eye on the wall. A door instantly opened in the wall. The Emperor stepped inside, and after he entered, the hidden door automatically closed.
The Emperor had felt a sense of unease all day. He wondered if his Han'er was in trouble, so he was now eager to find the old immortal to ask about it.
When he emerged from the secret passage, he looked up and saw the old immortal drinking tea alone in his small pavilion, which he found very unusual.
Because every time he came to seek advice from the old immortal, the old immortal would be tending to herbs in his own medicinal garden. Whether he came during the day or at night, the old immortal was always busy in his medicinal garden. This time, the old immortal was actually sitting alone in the pavilion drinking tea, which made the Emperor feel that the matter he wanted to inquire about was not good.
"Emperor, do you plan to stand there until dawn?" the old immortal said speechlessly, his back to the Emperor.
"Uh, no, Old Immortal, I came in this time to inquire about Han'er's matters," the Emperor replied incoherently.
As he spoke, he walked across the small bridge, stepped onto the pavilion where the old immortal was sitting, and sat down respectfully. He looked like a little wife who had been wronged.
The old immortal did not answer the Emperor immediately. Instead, he looked at the Emperor, rolled his eyes dramatically, and then poured him a cup of freshly brewed medicinal tea and placed it in front of him.
"After you drink this cup of medicinal tea, go to the outhouse and take a look at yourself in the urine. Do you still look like an Emperor?" the old immortal said, teasing the Emperor.
"Old Immortal, am I not worried about my Han'er?" the Emperor said speechlessly. This strange old man was the only one in the world who dared to speak to him like this, yet he couldn't afford to offend him.
"I observed the celestial phenomena tonight, and that Ziwei star has regained its former brilliance. It is now as dazzling as the Feng star. Your second son is out of danger. You can rest assured," the old immortal said, looking up at the distant starry sky, raising his hand to gently stroke his white beard, and speaking thoughtfully.
"Oh, no wonder I've been uneasy all day, and my chest felt blocked and painful at night. So, it turns out Han'er was indeed in trouble," the Emperor said with a long sigh.
"Don't worry! Your second son will be more resilient than your own life," the old immortal said, infuriatingly.
The Emperor: "..."