Transmigrated Female Official

210 The grace of being reborn should not be attributed unjustly.

Zi Yan's limbs began to ache terribly, causing him to cry out in pain. The nausea continued to intensify, causing him to vomit blood uncontrollably.

Seeing Ziyan in such pain, Chu Qingluo and Shaoyao wanted to help, but they were at a loss for what to do.

Chu Qingluo's eyes reddened with anxiety. She could only hold his hand tightly and encourage him, "Hang in there, the physician will be here soon!" She had no more Hundred Herbs Pills, and her only hope was that the physician could detoxify him.

“Qingluo…” Ziyan grasped Chu Qingluo’s hand and said with difficulty, “Lord Yu Fei once said that I am destined for a great calamity…”

"What robbery or not... don't speak yet." Chu Qingluo let him lean against her and used a silk handkerchief to wipe the black blood that kept gushing from his mouth, but the blood kept flowing and the silk handkerchief couldn't wipe it all away.

She was terrified that if he said another word, it would drain his last bit of energy.

But Ziyan insisted on saying, "I asked Lord Yu Fei at the time how this calamity could be resolved... but she said that I couldn't do it."

Chu Qingluo and Shaoyao were so panicked they were almost in tears, choking out, "How do we solve this? Tell us, and we'll help you!"

Zi Yan smiled, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, a poignant beauty that was almost blinding. "Close my eyes, I won't see, hear, or care..."

"What do you mean? I don't understand..." Peony's tears were already streaming down her face like a torrent.

She told me that no matter what, I should not meddle in other people's business and should remain blind to what is right in front of me.

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingluo's body stiffened involuntarily. Ziyan was killed because of her!

Ziyan could clearly sense her self-blame. He slowly reached out his other hand, grabbed her sleeve, and said, "Don't blame yourself. This is my fate."

"It's not fate!" Chu Qinglu shouted. "You'll be alright!" Then, as if possessed, she yelled towards the door, "Why hasn't the physician arrived yet—?!"

Peony wiped away her tears, got up, and rushed out to find the physician.

"Qingluo..." Ziyan felt he was about to die and said to her, "Thank you."

"Why?" Large tears welled up in Chu Qingluo's eyes. "You could have just pretended not to hear me. You didn't have to care about me at all!"

He only needs to ignore everything else to stay by the side of his beloved empress and live happily ever after.

"The grace of being reborn cannot be taken lightly. If it weren't for Qingluo, I wouldn't have had the chance to stay by His Majesty's side. But... I'm so greedy, I can't bear to die..." As he spoke, Ziyan's eyes gradually lost their luster, and the hand he was holding slowly loosened.

"Ziyan! You won't die! Hold on! Don't sleep! Please don't sleep!" Chu Qinglu cried and shook his body, hoping he could maintain his last bit of consciousness.

At this moment, the physician who rushed over with Shaoyao and Heqi was He Yujie and her assistant. She put down her medicine box, glanced at Ziyan's symptoms, and only said, "Quickly lay him flat."

Chu Qingluo quickly did as she was told, laying Ziyan flat on the ground. He Yujie then took out silver needles and inserted them into his acupoints, attempting to stop the spread of the poison.

Wherever the silver needles touched, the ground quickly turned black. He Yujie shook her head repeatedly, indicating that she was also at a loss.

"Lord He, you must find a way to save him!" Chu Qingluo pushed the medicine box closer to He Yujie and opened it without permission, shouting, "Antidote! There must be an antidote!"

He Yujie said, "Sir, detoxification requires treating the symptoms. In the current situation, there is no time to prepare the medicine."

"I don't care! Try any antidote you can find!" At this point, saving a life was the priority, so Chu Qingluo couldn't care less about anything else and started rummaging through He Yujie's medicine box.

Left with no other choice, He Yujie took out a few licorice pills and stuffed them into Ziyan's mouth.

Unfortunately, it was too late. And at this moment, even a few licorice pills would be of no use.

Ziyan remained lying there motionless, even the skin on the back of his hand had turned green.

He Yujie reached out to check his breath and then took his pulse... Finally, she sighed heavily, shook her head at Chu Qingluo, and said, "He's already dead."

"This is impossible..." Chu Qingluo couldn't accept this fact. She frantically shook Ziyan's shoulders. "Don't scare me! Wake up!"

"There must be other ways, right?!" She grabbed He Yujie's arm again, her whole body trembling violently. "Should we bleed her?! Or give her a blood transfusion?! Lord He, please do it quickly!"

"My lady! Please calm down, Lord Ziyan is... is already dead." After saying this, He Yujie struggled to break free from her grip.

Because Chu Qingluo's hands were stained with the poisonous blood vomited by Ziyan, He Yujie's clothes, which she had just grabbed, were also stained with blood, causing He Yujie to frown in disgust.

"No..." Peony covered her mouth in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. Everything was fine just a moment ago... This accident happened so suddenly!

"My lord, I have done my best." After saying this, He Yujie saw that Chu Qingluo did not react, so she quietly withdrew with her medicine box.

As soon as she stepped out the door, she said to her subordinate, "Quickly go and report to the Emperor that Lord Mu Yuzi Yan has died suddenly from poisoning in the inner hall of Guangrentang."

"Yes." He Yujie's subordinate scurried out.

Chu Qinglu stared blankly at Ziyan, and with trembling hands, she helped him close his eyes, which were filled with lingering reluctance.

He wore a long blue brocade robe with a white gauze over it, and a white, gold-trimmed half-face mask he had made himself… mysterious and serene, he instantly became the Empress's most beloved. So hardworking, earnest, and humble, he could have easily lived a peaceful life like everyone else in the palace, feigning deafness and muteness. But he didn't; he chose to save her.

Looking down at her blood-stained hands, she realized yet another person had died because of her…

Chu Qingluo didn't know what she had done wrong! Why did fate keep pushing her to the brink of despair? All she wanted was to survive peacefully in this era, why was it so difficult?!

If someone has to sacrifice, why not just do it cleanly? Let her do it!

Don't let her watch helplessly as every important person leaves her!

"Ah—!!!" A desperate wail echoed in the inner hall, a sound of unbearable pain.

Beneath the opulent exterior of this magnificent palace lies a living hell! Everywhere are intrigues and cannibalistic demons! No matter how hard she struggles, she cannot escape the clutches at her feet that want to drag her down to hell!