In that final moment, she suddenly wished to see Xiao Yu'er, to tell her that she had long forgiven her. Since she had been reborn into her womb with a true heart, she would be her daughter from now on.
"Miss, Miss? You won't be alright," Mo Chou said, then looked up and commanded Qing Feng, "Hand over the antidote immediately, quickly, or the Young Master will not forgive you."
"There is no antidote. It's no use blaming me, Young Master," Qing Feng said with a look of readiness to die. He had acted with a resolve to perish.
Mo Chou held her mistress tightly. Her pale face, her eyes closed, showed no more reaction.
What should she do if Qing Feng didn't produce the antidote? Mo Chou quickly picked her up and rushed out. She panicked. What to do? What to do? Would her Miss be alright? Her Miss would be alright.
Outside the small courtyard, Mo You was just returning with several people. From a distance, she saw Mo Chou holding her mistress tightly, tears streaming down her face as she stood at the door and cried out madly. Her expression changed drastically, and she rushed over quickly, shouting anxiously, "Mo Chou, what happened?"
"Mistress, Mistress has been poisoned. What can we do? Can anyone save her? Mao Xue Qiu isn't here, and we don't even know if its blood can cure Mistress's poison. If we return to Wu Qing Valley and it can't cure her, Mistress will surely die."
As Mo Chou finished speaking, a voice as cold as water sounded beside her, "Put her down."
Mo Chou looked up, and it was Yin Xuan. Seeing Yin Xuan now, and thinking of his unfathomable abilities, Mo Chou's tears flowed even harder. She placed her mistress on the ground and pleaded with burning anxiety.
"Young Master, please save my mistress, please."
Yin Xuan reached out and felt Qing Yao's pulse. Soon, his pupils deepened, and he quickly took out a pill from his person. He helped Qing Yao sit up, leaning her against himself. With a surge of power, he sent the pill into her mouth and spoke slowly, his heart aching.
"It's alright, she's temporarily out of danger. Now, we must find the Purple Spirit Grass as soon as possible. Only the Purple Spirit Grass can save her life."
As Yin Xuan finished speaking, Mo Chou, as if grabbing a lifeline, grabbed Yin Xuan. "Let's go, we'll find the Purple Spirit Grass immediately. You must save our Miss!"
"Alright, don't worry, I will save her."
Yin Xuan's voice rang out as he turned and ordered his subordinate behind him, "Bring the carriage over immediately."
"Yes," the subordinate responded and left.
He reached out and held Qing Yao in his arms. After taking the pill, she looked much calmer now, but the dark marks on her face had not yet faded.
Mo Chou and Mo You stood up. Mo You spoke angrily, "Weren't you accompanying Mistress? Who poisoned her?"
"It was Qing Feng. For some reason, he poisoned Miss. We never thought of this. He seems to hate Miss deeply."
As Mo Chou finished speaking, Mo You rushed in as if possessed, raining punches and kicks on Qing Feng, who stood in a corner. Qing Feng didn't move at all. Finally, when Mo You tired of hitting him, she grabbed him and shouted forcefully, "Quickly, hand over the antidote, immediately, or Miss will die."
"There is no antidote."
Qing Feng said expressionlessly. For the Young Master, he would rather die than hand over the antidote, and he didn't have any antidote on him anyway.
"You?"
Mo You was about to hit him again, but Mo Chou outside called out, "Mo You, let's go. Since he poisoned her, why would he give us the antidote? Don't waste time, or Miss will truly die."
Hearing this, Mo You glared at Qing Feng and said coldly, "We are no longer friends."
With that, she turned and strode away.
In the distance, Yin Xuan's tall figure was tightly embracing Qing Yao as he directly boarded the carriage.
The rest of the people mounted their horses, and the group quickly left the small town.
Outside the carriage, Yin Xuan's subordinate asked respectfully, "Master, where are we going now?"
"To Ling Shan. We must arrive within a day," Yin Xuan commanded. His subordinate flicked the horsewhip, and the carriage sped away.
Ling Shan was as famous as Tian Shan, still the highest peak on this continent. The peaks were high and steep, with many spirit herbs and medicinal plants, capable of resolving all poisons.
This poison was indeed silkworm poison. The silkworms were soaked in venom, then dried and ground into a powder. It was colorless and odorless. Just a trace was enough to cause poisoning.
In the carriage, Yin Xuan held Qing Yao tightly, his chest clenching with heartache. His slender hand gently touched her cheek, and he spoke slowly, word by word.
"Today, I originally intended to see you one last time. Knowing you were doing well, I would have left. Who knew you would be poisoned? How can I leave peacefully seeing you like this? Can that man truly give you happiness? Is this what you want?"
After he finished speaking, he thought that if he had arrived even a moment later, she might have lost her life. A sense of apocalyptic panic enveloped him. Unable to bear it any longer, he held her tightly. He realized that as long as she was safe and happy, that was his greatest wish.
"I am the person you dislike the most, so I dared not let you see me like this, which is why I secretly transformed. It was only to know if you were happy. Yao'er, you must not have anything happen to you. As long as you are alright, I am willing to do anything. I will never bother you again. You must live happily. I will never let heaven trouble you."
After he finished speaking, his dark pupils were veiled in deep mist. On his devilishly handsome face, the thousand-leaf begonia seemed to have turned red, alluring like dripping blood.
"I will not let anything happen to you. Rest assured."
The group headed towards Ling Shan.
In the courtyard, Qing Feng stood there blankly. At this moment, a person appeared at the door, his face grim and ugly, emanating a bloodthirsty killing aura. He slowly entered in his wheelchair and finally stopped before Qing Feng, speaking in a deep voice.
"Tell me, why did you drug and knock me out?"
His voice was very cold, as if it had emerged from hell. He truly hadn't expected Qing Feng to dare to drug him. Was he too confident, or was his subordinate too audacious?
Qing Feng slowly spoke word by word, "Your subordinate deserves death, and begs for death."
After speaking, he knelt with a thud, kneeling directly before Wu Qing.
Wu Qing glared at him coldly, raised his hand, and a powerful internal force enveloped him like a vast net. He directly trapped Qing Feng and then threw him out fiercely. He slammed against the courtyard wall, falling to the ground. A trickle of blood emerged from the corner of his lips, yet he forced himself to stand up, only to stumble and fall to the ground.
At this moment, Wu Qing noticed something amiss within the courtyard. With such a commotion outside, Qing Yao and Mo Chou hadn't come out. Unease instantly gripped his heart.
"Where are they?"
Qing Feng smiled and said slowly, "I said the Young Master had left and didn't want to see them anymore, so they left."