Hua Yun Jin let out a cold snort, "Investigate, what is the origin of this arrow..." Hua Yun Jin handed the arrow in his hand to the Imperial Guards, then turned and entered the sleeping chambers.
The sleeping chambers were silent. Hua Yun Jin's heart suddenly tightened. He quickened his steps and found that Ming Yu was still on the couch, but her face was pale, and her eyes were tightly closed.
Hua Yun Jin was greatly alarmed. He strode over and gathered Ming Yu into his arms, gently shaking her body. His right hand trembled as he brought it close to Ming Yu's breath. There was breathing, but it was extremely weak.
"Miss Ming Yu, Miss Ming Yu, wake up..." Hua Yun Jin called out anxiously, but no matter how much Hua Yun Jin called, Ming Yu did not open her eyes. If not for the breathing under her nose, Hua Yun Jin would have almost thought he was holding a corpse.
"Miss Ming Yu, Miss Ming Yu..." Hua Yun Jin's mind was in a mess. He suddenly turned and shouted, "Someone, call the imperial physician."
The servants in the outer chambers heard him. One servant ran out to call the imperial physician, while two servants entered the sleeping chambers. Seeing their cold Highness so panicked, the two servants could not help but ask, "Your Highness, what is wrong?"
"Call the imperial physician. Miss Ming Yu is unconscious..." Hua Yun Jin said, as if all his strength had been drained. His hands were trembling. One moment, Ming Yu was in his arms, entwined with him, speaking of his pain. But the next moment, Ming Yu was like this.
This was something Hua Yun Jin could not accept.
"Miss Ming Yu, wake up, you promised me you wouldn't leave me..." Hua Yun Jin whispered. The sharp eyes that were once so piercing now held a slight redness. The two eunuchs saw this and quietly withdrew from the sleeping chambers. As servants, to live long, one had to speak less and see less.
The imperial physician, carrying his medical chest, galloped all the way, gasping for breath.
"Your Highness, the imperial physician is here..." The servant panted heavily from outside.
"Let him in."
The imperial physician walked in and saw their illustrious Highness embracing a woman on the couch. The imperial physician's eyes flickered. He had known about this Ming Yu for a long time. It seemed this Ming Yu was ill. Seeing how anxious his Highness was, this Ming Yu truly held an important position in his Highness's heart.
He had practiced medicine in the palace for so many years. He had seen every woman in the inner palace, and this was the first time he had seen his Highness so distraught.
"Your Highness, I need to take Miss Ming Yu's pulse..." The imperial physician who arrived was the oldest and most skilled physician in the palace.
Hua Yun Jin nodded and extended Ming Yu's right hand.
The imperial physician said nothing. He extended his two fingers and placed them on Ming Yu's right wrist. At first, the imperial physician's expression was calm, but later, his face grew increasingly grim. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"How is it? Why has Ming Yu fallen unconscious?" Hua Yun Jin asked in a low voice. He had not failed to notice the imperial physician's grim expression, yet he still held a sliver of hope.
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician took two steps back and knelt on the ground with a thud, not daring to raise his head.
"Speak. I forgive you," Hua Yun Jin said, his heart chilling, closing his eyes before uttering these words.
Hua Yun Jin gasped and asked in a faint voice, "Can she be saved?"
The imperial physician nodded. "Your Highness, I have not failed my mission. I have finally found the antidote for the sleeping illness, but, but..." The imperial physician stammered.
"Speak, no matter the cost, I will save Ming Yu..." Hua Yun Jin said firmly. Looking at the woman in his arms who was almost out of breath, Hua Yun Jin felt as if his heart were being torn apart.
He had not yet heard Ming Yu say that she loved him. How could she leave like this?
The imperial physician sighed slightly. "The method of rescue is to take the heart blood of the beloved, then mix it with forty-nine kinds of medicinal herbs, and take it for seven consecutive days, and she will be completely healed."
After hearing this, Hua Yun Jin's expression became calm. He knew what heart blood was. But looking at Miss Ming Yu lying there, his heart ached so much he could barely breathe. To save Miss Ming Yu, was it not just seven days? Was it not just heart blood? He did not care. As long as he could save Miss Ming Yu, he was willing.
"Prepare it. This matter is entrusted to you. I do not wish for a third person to know..." Hua Yun Jin looked sharply at the imperial physician.
The imperial physician trembled under his gaze and immediately swore, "I swear to heaven that I will never let a third person know of this matter."
"When will we start?" Hua Yun Jin asked in a low voice, holding Ming Yu tighter, feeling Ming Yu's slightly cold body. Hua Yun Jin felt immense pain. If it weren't for him, Miss Ming Yu would not have been poisoned at all.
He had overestimated himself, thinking everything was under his control. Little did he know that in the end, he had harmed the woman he loved.
"I need to go back and prepare those forty-nine kinds of medicinal herbs. Tomorrow is fine," the imperial physician estimated the time. He needed time to prepare forty-nine kinds of medicinal herbs. Fortunately, the imperial pharmacy had all sorts of herbs, so it wouldn't take too much time. The difficult part was keeping it a secret, not letting anyone know, so he had to act with caution.
"Then come back tomorrow. You may go down and prepare now!" Hua Yun Jin said coldly.
The imperial physician then got up and retreated, bowing.
The sleeping chambers were quiet once more. Hua Yun Jin held Ming Yu, holding her tightly, as if Ming Yu would fly away at any moment. Ming Yu was in a deep sleep and did not see the tear that rolled down Hua Yun Jin's eye. It was a tear shed in the depths of his love, seeing his beloved hurt and pained because of him.
"Miss Ming Yu, I will definitely save you. I will not let you leave me..." Hua Yun Jin murmured softly.
The imperial physician sighed, packed his things. "I will prescribe a blood-tonifying formula, Your Highness, and you must take it daily."
"I know!" Hua Yun Jin nodded, and the imperial physician withdrew. In the vast sleeping chambers, only Hua Yun Jin and the unconscious Ming Yu remained.
Hua Yun Jin, weary, lay on the couch with Ming Yu in his arms. He closed his eyes. His body was tired, and his heart ached even more. To obtain pure heart blood, Hua Yun Jin had not taken any painkillers. He let the imperial physician directly cut the skin of his chest and take the heart blood.
Five drops at a time, each time felt like being cut by a knife, the pain piercing his bones and reaching his heart. But Hua Yun Jin gritted his teeth and endured each time.
Hua Yun Jin's right hand caressed Ming Yu's pale face, and he murmured softly, "Ming Yu, there's only one more day. In one more day, you'll be able to wake up."
When the sun rose again, Hua Yun Jin's face was even paler, but Ming Yu's face seemed to have regained some color. Today was the last time heart blood would be drawn.
After leaving the court, Hua Yun Jin ordered his servants that no one was to enter the sleeping chambers without his command, or face death.
In the sleeping chambers, Hua Yun Jin watched as the imperial physician skillfully cut open the skin of his chest again, then drew five drops of blood, which were mixed into the medicine bowl.