Feng Yinwan frowned, sensing something more was at play.
Luo Qingyi's gaze lingered on her, his expression subtly darkening.
"With this incident, the internal situation in Yue Kingdom has also become extremely chaotic. Now, the emperor, disregarding the court's objections, insists on deploying troops. He must be intending to strike while the iron is hot."
This undoubtedly placed an even heavier burden on Jing Kingdom.
Mulling over the current predicament, clouds of worry gathered on Feng Yinwan's brow. After a moment, she looked up at Luo Qingyi.
"Uncle, there is something I need your help with."
What she spoke of was the emperor's life.
When Luo Qingyi appeared in the hall, Jiang Rumò felt a moment of caution. Then, receiving Feng Yinwan's glance, he paused slightly before stepping away from the imperial bed.
Within the sleeping chambers, the ruler of a nation lay on his bed, clinging to life, and the one summoned to save him was a prince from an enemy nation.
The scene was rather ironic and peculiar.
Luo Qingyi stepped forward to check the emperor's pulse. The moment his fingers touched the skin, his eyes narrowed abruptly.
He then turned to look at Feng Yinwan, his gaze falling upon the bandage wrapped around her wrist, a flicker of dark light flashing in his eyes.
Feng Yinwan felt an inexplicable sense of guilt and instinctively pulled her hand back behind her. She asked, "Uncle, how is he?"
Luo Qingyi rose with a somber expression and said coldly, "He won't die."
His words were like a shot of reassurance, immediately igniting hope in the eyes of Feng Yinwan and Jiang Rumò.
"Truly?"
Luo Qingyi glanced at her, a hint of displeasure on his face. "For you to use your own vital blood to sustain him. Haven't you suffered enough from these people before!"
He clearly remembered how she looked when he found her in the barren lands.
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips, knowing he was concerned for her. A warmth spread through her heart as she spoke with solemnity.
"Uncle, given the current circumstances, he cannot die."
After the struggle for succession among the princes and the upheaval in the harem, Jing Kingdom's situation was already complex enough. Now, Yue Kingdom had experienced further changes.
Enemy troops entering the borders was a matter of great importance concerning both nations. At such a critical juncture, if Jing Kingdom were to face another royal mourning, the consequences would be unthinkable.
This was a battle that threatened widespread devastation, and their actions were no longer solely for one person or one faction.
Luo Qingyi naturally understood this. His serious expression softened slightly, and he took a small wooden box from his waist, tossing it to her.
"It's also fortunate for him that he can receive this now."
Feng Yinwan opened the box to find a pill nestled within.
From the surface, she couldn't discern much, but being knowledgeable about medicinal pills, she knew this one was extraordinary. She looked up in surprise, meeting Luo Qingyi's explanation.
"This was a medicine I had someone prepare for Chenchen. However, the toxins in the little fellow's body have already been cleared, so it's no longer needed."
Feng Yinwan had not anticipated this. Her hand holding the pill faltered, and she was momentarily speechless.
Such a pill was something even the Xuan Sect could not yet refine. To obtain it, one would likely have to go to the witch in all of Yue Kingdom.
She recalled Qi Wen mentioning in passing that Luo Qingyi had a certain connection with that witch in his youth...
No wonder he had wanted to enter the palace earlier. It was likely for this very matter.
He had always been prepared for Feng Jinchen's situation, making contingency plans. Therefore, even without the Bai Mu Lingxi, he would still have found a way to cure Feng Jinchen.
A wave of emotion washed over Feng Yinwan. Just as she was about to express her gratitude, Luo Qingyi, as if he had already read her mind, urged her on.
"What are you still waiting for? Don't you want to save his life?"