"Qianying was injured by the Blood Nether Bead, and her eyes might..."
Du Chun did not finish his sentence, but everyone understood the implication.
"Damn it!"
Nangong Mo's face immediately turned cold, his hands clenched tightly, his body filled with rage.
The others felt great sorrow upon hearing this.
Wuzi knelt by the bedside, crying sadly, "Sect Master, I'm sorry, it was my fault for not protecting you, Sect Master..."
Her crying was cut short.
The maid Wuzi pointed in astonishment at the bloodstain beneath Gu Qianying's red skirt.
"Sect Master... she... she's bleeding!"
Everyone looked over.
Du Chun's eyes widened.
Nangong Mo's pupils constricted.
"Not good, Qianying shows signs of miscarriage. Quickly, I'll prepare the fetal-preserving medicine."
Du Chun hastily pushed Wuzi aside and ran out without regard for his appearance.
At this moment, he needed to quickly decoct a batch of fetal-preserving medicine.
And when decocting medicine, he never trusted anyone, especially at such a critical juncture.
Nangong Mo quickly stepped forward, sat by the bedside, and used the silver needle technique to preserve Gu Qianying's fetus.
Old Man Wu and Old Man Guo stepped forward to assist.
Everyone busied themselves.
But... the effect was not obvious.
Gu Qianying's complexion worsened, and the fetal pulse was weak.
Seeing the bloodstains still flowing from her skirt, everyone panicked.
"All of you, get out!"
Seeing that Gu Qianying could not be saved by ordinary methods.
Nangong Mo, with a cold face, drove everyone out.
The implications of his decision were most clearly understood by Old Man Wu and Old Man Guo among those present.
The two old men knelt down together, "Lord Lian Di, absolutely not, please reconsider."
"This King has made his decision, no need to persuade further, get out!"
The two old men were also driven out.
A moment later.
Du Chun entered with the fetal-preserving medicine.
"A'Mo! A'Mo! You..."
As he approached, he saw a face full of wrinkles, a head of white hair, a haggard and weathered appearance.
Nangong Mo leaned weakly against the bedside.
At this time, Gu Qianying was safe and sound, but had not yet woken from her coma.
Nangong Mo saw Du Chun enter and raised his hand slightly, signaling him to be quiet.
Du Chun placed the fetal-preserving medicine in his hand, walked to Nangong Mo's side, and held Nangong Mo's hand.
"A'Mo, what's wrong with you?"
Nangong Mo seemed unwilling or unable to speak. He raised his hand and wrote a few words in Du Chun's palm.
Du Chun's body trembled violently. He lowered his gaze, his eyes reddened.
Old Man Guo and Old Man Wu, who walked in later, knelt before Nangong Mo, heads bowed, their eyes also red.
That night, upon receiving news of Gu Qianying's injury, Ouyang Qinglin rushed to the inn without delay.
The moment he pushed open the private room door and rushed in, the person he saw was not the injured Gu Qianying, but Nangong Mo, whose appearance had aged.
"You've come."
Without lighting the candles, in the dark room, Nangong Mo sat in a wheelchair.
Ouyang Qinglin walked closer, and the faint moonlight shone through the window, clearly illuminating Nangong Mo's aged face.
Ouyang Qinglin frowned, startled. He wanted to ask Nangong Mo why he had become like this, but his greatest concern was still Gu Qianying.
Before he could voice his curiosity, Nangong Mo spoke again: "Rest assured, she is fine. Tonight, this King has summoned you for an important matter."
Hearing that Gu Qianying was fine, Ouyang Qinglin's heart immediately relaxed.
He finally felt at ease.
That night was very long.
No one knew what Nangong Mo and Ouyang Qinglin discussed in the room.
At the third watch, the Imperial Emperor, who was waiting for news in the palace, upon learning of what had happened at the inn, secretly dispatched Imperial Guards in plain clothes to the inn to assist the First Prince and the Third Prince in annihilating these demonic people while the demonic empress, Sect Master Gu, was gravely ill.
Shangguan Beichen, the First Prince, who was surrounded by elite guards and numerous evil spirits, ordered the annihilation of all demonic people in the inn after reinforcements arrived.
Swords clashed and shadows danced, a fierce battle raged within the inn.
Meanwhile, Shangguan Rongjing, the Third Prince, also broke into Gu Qianying's private room that night.
Just as he reached the bedside and intended to take away the unconscious Gu Qianying,
A man in red, wearing a mask, appeared before him and blocked his path.
"National Preceptor? It's you? What are you doing here?"
In the darkness, Shangguan Rongjing recognized the familiar mask on the face of the person opposite him.
"This is what I should be asking you, Third Prince... As a member of the Imperial family, you resort to such despicable means, breaking into an inn in the dead of night to snatch a woman. If His Majesty were to know of this today, do you think he would charge you with disgracing the royal family?"
With a raised palm.
Ouyang Qinglin and Shangguan Rongjing began to fight.
"It seems my guess was correct, the National Preceptor's feelings for this demonic empress are indeed unusual. Heh! If I were to tell Father Emperor about this, I believe Father Emperor would be very interested in knowing the story between you and this demonic empress."
His words were filled with strong threats.
"I'm afraid you won't have such an opportunity, because tonight this place will be your burial ground!"
Ouyang Qinglin's eyes turned cold, his fists clenched.
A giant snake tail swayed behind him.
"You... you are..."
Seeing the snake tail furiously swaying behind Ouyang Qinglin.
Shangguan Rongjing's eyes widened.
The giant snake tail swung towards him. He used his spiritual power and the sword in his hand to resist, but he could not dodge in time.
His sword broke, and he was flung out of the window by the giant tail, falling from the second floor onto Shangguan Beichen.
"Third brother!"
That night, Shangguan Rongjing, the Third Prince, was severely injured, and Shangguan Sangxi, the Third Princess, was also shocked.
Leng, along with several dark guards, rushed back from the Southern Barbarian Kingdom, killing more than half of the Imperial Guards present.
The Imperial Guards of the Imperial family suffered numerous casualties. The First Prince Shangguan Beichen, the Third Prince, and the Third Princess, under the escort of a very small number of Imperial Guards, fled back to the palace.
While fleeing, Shangguan Beichen also took the severely injured Shangguan Yuwei back to the palace.
The chaotic times returned to peace.
Looking at the dead bodies below, Ouyang Qinglin closed the window.
Candlelight was lit within the room.
As Ouyang Qinglin turned, Old Man Guo pushed Nangong Mo out from behind the screen.
Ouyang Qinglin retracted his snake tail, resumed human form, and walked towards him.
"Remember my words, you are not allowed to touch her!"
Nangong Mo's voice was hoarse and ancient.
At this moment, his appearance seemed even more haggard than before.
"Don't worry, I promised I wouldn't harm her in the slightest!"
Ouyang Qinglin stood before Nangong Mo, his tall figure casting a shadow over Nangong Mo.
"What do you want to do! What is your attitude!"
Unable to watch any longer, Old Man Guo glared angrily at Ouyang Qinglin.
Nangong Mo raised his hand, signaling him not to bother.
At this moment, Old Man Wu gently pushed the door open, carrying a brocade box.
At Nangong Mo's signal, he opened the brocade box and handed over its contents entirely to Ouyang Qinglin.
In addition, there was a bundle containing all the robes Nangong Mo usually wore.
"If you regret it now, there is still time. This King never forces anyone."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
After speaking such a long passage, Nangong Mo's body was unwell, and he coughed several times.
Old Man Guo quickly helped him to catch his breath and patted his back.
Ouyang Qinglin accepted what Old Man Wu handed over without hesitation.
"This is what I should ask you, Nangong Mo, do you know that if I put on these clothes and the mask from the brocade box, it means that from now on, I will be the one staying by her side, not you. Have you thought it through?"
"If you regret it now, there is still time. Although I love her as much as you do, I am by no means a scoundrel who uses dirty tricks. Once this step is taken, there is no turning back."
Nangong Mo glanced at Gu Qianying, who lay on the bed, still unconscious.
His eyes were moist, and he did not respond to Ouyang Qinglin's words.
He quietly looked at Gu Qianying for a long time.
My wife, I promised to grow old with you and stay together for a lifetime. I'm sorry, I have to break my promise.
However, rest assured, when my strength wanes, I will save your mother.
Take care, my wife!
Turning his face, he raised his hand to Old Man Guo: "Let's go."
"Yes."
Old Man Guo pushed Nangong Mo away.
"Old Man Wu, stay and take good care of your master."
"Yes, Lord Lian Di."
Old Man Wu knelt on the ground, his eyes red, and kowtowed a farewell to Nangong Mo's departing back.
Watching Nangong Mo's receding figure, Ouyang Qinglin changed his clothes, put on the human-skin mask from the brocade box, and drank the medicinal pill that Nangong Mo had given him before leaving.
A moment later, a person with a similar build and appearance to Nangong Mo sat by the bedside, guarding Gu Qianying without leaving her side...