This is a sign that Luo Zhiwu is pregnant!
Luo Zhiheng was quite frightened. She staggered and bumped her back against the screen with a dull thud, which alerted the busy people in the room, but they could not wake up the handsome men who had been pressed into a coma.
"What are you doing here?" An old voice suddenly rang in her ears, and General Murong walked over, looking at Luo Zhiheng with a mixture of inquiry and wariness.
Luo Zhiheng's eyes were filled with tears, and at that moment she spoke with an unconcealable sadness. She looked up blankly, and her eyes met those of the old general Murong. After a moment of surprise, a strange feeling spread through the old general's heart.
"Do you know Luo Zhiwu?" General Murong stepped forward, wanting to see more clearly the sorrowful light in Luo Zhiheng's eyes that even he found unsettling. But by the time he got close to Luo Zhiheng, she had already concealed the pain in her eyes.
"I only heard about General Luo and felt deep admiration and respect for him. That's why I asked His Excellency the High Priest to allow me to meet General Luo..." But she never expected that she would see someone who was already terminally ill!
"The leader is truly righteous." General Murong's words were ambiguous, whether praise or sarcasm. 175.
A royal physician brought a bowl of medicine to Luo Zhiwu's bedside, attempting to feed her the thick, bitter, dark medicine. Luo Zhiheng's eyelids twitched, and she involuntarily stepped forward, knocking the bowl of medicine to the ground. The bitterness of the medicine spread, shattering on the floor.
"What are you doing?" General Murong was shocked and angry, stepping forward and shoving Luo Zhiheng. He had come to take care of Luo Zhiwu, Luo Zhiheng's older brother, who was also his junior as a military officer; it was only natural to show her some consideration. He just hadn't expected to encounter this barbarian, Luo Zhiheng.
"I want to know what they're doing!" Luo Zhiheng roared angrily, pointing at the pale-faced imperial physician. "Who is this man? Who sent him to treat my brother... General Luo? Is that bowl of medicine really safe for General Luo to drink?"
"What do you mean?" General Murong naturally trusted the people of his own country more, but Luo Zhiheng's attitude was too intense and serious, so General Murong had to look at the imperial physician with suspicion.
The imperial physician knelt on the ground with a thud, looking furious, and said, "Your Majesty, please investigate! I was sent by the Emperor to take care of General Luo, and I have been doing my utmost. I don't know what this young lady means. I beg Your Majesty to do justice for me!"
"Don't you know what I mean? What kind of imperial physician are you? Why haven't you been able to cure him after so long? Why is he still lying in bed in a daze? Do you know why he's unconscious? Have you even diagnosed his symptoms? And what have you been doing? What kind of medicine did you bring him?!" Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened as she questioned him, each word louder than the last, her aggressive demeanor causing the imperial physician to break out in a cold sweat.
The imperial physician, however, stubbornly insisted, "Of course I can see what illness General Luo has, otherwise why would I be here prescribing medicine for him? And who are you? Are you a doctor? How dare you question my medical skills? You're utterly absurd!"
"You son of a bitch!" Luo Zhiheng roared in fury, kicking the imperial physician so hard he rolled several times on the ground. She still couldn't suppress her rage as she coldly said, "You scoundrel! The Emperor sent you to treat General Luo, that means heal him, not to deceive the Emperor and disregard human life to protect yourself!"
The imperial physician looked up in shock upon hearing this.
General Murong's eyes were sharp and bright, and his voice was deep: "Explain yourself clearly, what do you mean by treating human life like dirt?"
Luo Zhiheng was so angry she was about to cry. That was her brother, the brother who had risked his life to bring back the treasure to save her! Although she had never truly met Luo Zhiwu in this world, and although the treasure Luo Zhiwu brought hadn't actually been used on her, Luo Zhiwu's love and care for Luo Zhiheng were genuine, and Luo Zhiwu's feelings for Luo Zhiheng were real.
But her brother, whom she had cared for and cherished with all her heart, was about to be killed by this quack doctor. How could she not be angry, how could she not hate him?
With a trembling finger pointing at the imperial physician, Luo Zhiheng gritted her teeth and angrily said, "You can't see what's wrong with Luo Zhiwu at all. You don't know how to treat Luo Zhiwu's illness, but because the emperor said that you couldn't cure Luo Zhiwu's illness, you imperial physicians will face execution. So you are afraid of death, so you deceive your superiors and pretend that you can cure Luo Zhiwu, but in secret you are not doing your best and even harming Luo Zhiwu. Is that right!"
Luo Zhiheng had heard that the emperor valued Luo Zhiwu. When Luo Zhiwu left, she intended to join the army. At that time, the emperor was fighting on the border. By chance, Luo Zhiwu gained the emperor's favor when he was still the crown prince. She fought bravely and was promoted all the way. The dangers and thrills she encountered along the way were unimaginable to ordinary people.
Luo Zhiwu was truly loyal to the Emperor, and the Emperor appreciated and valued her. How could the Emperor not be anxious and indifferent to Luo Zhiwu's current condition? Luo Zhiheng could even imagine the Emperor's reaction when he gave the imperial physicians a death order. Little did she expect that these imperial physicians would be so audacious, not only unable to treat her but also daring to conceal the truth, intending to drag Luo Zhiwu to her death!
"No, no!" The imperial physician exclaimed in surprise, quickly denying it.
"Bullshit! That's not how it is! You son of a bitch!" Luo Zhiheng exploded in anger. She spun around twice, then, unable to contain herself, turned and kicked the imperial physician hard in the chest. Luo Zhiheng's foot cracked with a sharp sound. Enduring the excruciating pain in her ankle, her voice was fierce: "Then tell me, what exactly is Luo Zhiwu's illness? Why isn't he getting better? Didn't you say you knew what his illness was? Didn't you say you could cure him? Then tell me, when can you cure him? When will he wake up? And that bowl of medicine of yours, come on, tell me, what kind of medicine is that bowl of medicine? What effect will it have on Luo Zhiwu after he drinks it?"
"I..." The imperial physician, prostrate on the ground, was speechless when questioned, but he still insisted that he could cure Luo Zhiwu and that he had absolutely no intention of harming Luo Zhiwu.
Seeing the imperial physician's state, General Murong's doubts turned into shock and anger. He shouted in a deep voice, "You scoundrel! Confess the truth at once! What poison did you give Luo Zhiwu? Are you plotting to kill her?"
General Murong couldn't fathom the imperial physician's intentions. He only suspected that the physician had been bribed to harm Luo Zhiwu. If he had been feeding Luo Zhiwu poison all along, then it was no wonder that her condition hadn't improved and she remained unconscious. The thought that someone could bribe someone to do something so under his nose enraged General Murong, his beard bristling. He kicked the physician in a fit of rage, roaring, "Speak! If you don't speak, I'll request the imperial decree to exterminate your entire family!"
Zhibudu awoke. The imperial physician shuddered, trembling as he sighed, "Your Majesty, spare my life! It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with my family! Please, Your Majesty, spare my family. I'll tell you everything. I had no idea what was wrong with General Luo. These past few days, I've been heartbroken trying to find a cure, but I haven't been able to diagnose General Luo's illness. I was afraid of Your Majesty's wrath, so I... so I've been concealing the truth."
Upon hearing this, General Murong was furious. He roared, "You scoundrel! How dare you be so audacious? This is a crime against your sovereign, and this alone is enough to warrant the execution of your entire family! Luo Zhiwu is a highly valued general of Hu Nadi, and you dare to treat her with such contempt and disrespect. You have quite the nerve!"
The imperial physician was even more terrified, and prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face, saying, "It was my foolishness, Pharaoh, please spare my life!"
General Murong's face turned red with rage, and he sneered, "Spare my life? Based on your crimes today, you deserve to die ten thousand times over. Tell me, isn't it because you, you bastard, have delayed Luo Zhiwu's long period of unconsciousness?"
"No, no, that's true. Because I haven't been able to find a way to cure General Luo's illness, I've only been able to use conditioning and nourishing medicines to maintain his life. However, General Luo's health has been deteriorating in recent days. I'm powerless to help him, and I'm afraid General Luo doesn't have much time left," the imperial physician said tremblingly.
"What did you say?!" General Murong was both shocked and furious, and a string of curses came out, cursing the imperial physician's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Luo Zhiheng was also furious and said coldly, "You dog, you slave!"
General Murong, his anger flaring, also cursed, "You dog, you slave, you scoundrel!" and then angrily asked, "Then was the medicine you gave Luo Zhiwu poison?"
"It's not poison, but General Luo didn't actually benefit from it. These tonics are just for nourishment and can't cure diseases." The imperial physician was ashen-faced and had said everything he could.
Luo Zhiheng felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her heart aching as she murmured, "It was clearly curable, it was clearly healable, but it was all ruined by that quack doctor. Luo Zhiwu is going to be dragged to his death! He's not going to die on the battlefield, not going to die on the way, not going to die because there's no cure, but because he's been refused treatment by a quack doctor from his own country? Ha, ha ha ha ha..."
How ironic! A person who could have been saved simply by receiving the right medicine and detoxification has shown absolutely no progress over the past few days, his life slowly fading away. A promising young man who could have lived—if the imperial physician couldn't cure him, he could have told the truth and brought in more doctors. Instead, the selfish imperial physician, for his own fame and fortune, caused the death of a pillar of the nation!
"These are the people of your Mu Dynasty? They're worse than animals!" Luo Zhiheng sneered.
General Murong's face turned ashen, and he wished he could disappear into the ground. He had never been so humiliated in his long life! And this time, he had lost face abroad.
How could the Mu Dynasty bear the thought that the life and death of its own people and the sordid affairs of another country were discovered by the leader of another nation?
"You scoundrel!" General Murong kicked the imperial physician again and shouted, "Men! Go to the Imperial Hospital and bring all the imperial physicians to treat Luo Zhiwu."
"Is it too late? The disease has already progressed to the point of no return." Luo Zhiheng looked at the imperial physician with sarcasm. That imperial physician had to die.
General Murong then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "The leader was able to see the key point at a glance, so he must have some extraordinary abilities. Does the leader know what illness Luo Zhiwu has?"
Although it was strange that the barbarian female leader was so concerned and anxious about Luo Zhiwu, General Murong wisely refrained from asking too many questions.
"Poisoned, but it's too late. The deadly poison has already spread to all parts of my body, making it extremely difficult to find an antidote. At the very least, I can't." Luo Zhiheng leaned against the wall, feeling completely exhausted, staring blankly at Luo Zhiwu. Her heartache and confusion made her look even more sorrowful.
She had only learned some primitive and unorthodox techniques, none of which were proper medical skills. She couldn't detoxify, and even if she knew exactly what was going on, she was still powerless. That feeling truly made Luo Zhiheng feel extremely helpless and desperate.
Her loved ones were right in front of her, but she could do nothing. Could she only watch helplessly as her only brother in the world wasted his last bit of life?
A brief silence fell over the room, making Mu Yunhe's steady footsteps sound particularly heavy and clear.
Turning around the screen, Mu Yunhe's gaze instantly focused on Luo Zhiheng. He felt as if her sorrow was tangible, piercing his eyes and reaching the depths of his heart. The pain spread silently, and Mu Yunhe's brows furrowed. He involuntarily walked towards Luo Zhiheng.
"What's wrong?" The deep voice was no longer gentle; it was cold and hard, as if it could hurt others.
But Luo Zhiheng could still hear the awkward yet genuine concern that belonged to Mu Yunhe in that voice. She looked up, her eyes misty with tears, and naturally threw herself into Mu Yunhe's arms, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out loud. But her trembling body and deep sorrow still made it clear how heartbroken she was.
She was in his arms, she was crying. Mu Yunhe understood it all too well, his heart sank, and his hand, which had been hanging by his side, hesitated but still landed on her back, patting her gently like he was comforting a child.
General Murong, standing beside them, was dumbfounded. He had a fiery temper and stepped forward to separate the two. Mu Yunhe couldn't do anything to betray Luo Zhiheng, but Mu Yunhe was actually embracing and hugging another woman in front of him. What kind of behavior was this? Had Mu Yunhe changed his mind?
General Murong was furious, but his steps faltered. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the two of them embracing each other looked so harmonious. It was as if he would be making a grave mistake if he were to forcibly separate them. General Murong's two white eyebrows were almost knotted together in a dilemma, not wanting to feel guilty towards Luo Zhiheng, yet unable to force himself to step forward and separate them.
"What happened?" Her crying made him panic, and his cold tone gradually softened.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. He's dying. There's nothing I can do. He's dying..." Luo Zhiheng could no longer control her true emotions. Mu Yunhe's arrival and his embrace were always Luo Zhiheng's most reliable harbor and resting place. She could never hide her truest self from Mu Yunhe.
She repeated the same few words over and over, her voice filled with sorrow and deep reluctance. Yet, they pierced Mu Yunhe's heart without his noticing. Mu Yunhe's arm stiffened, and his voice tightened: "Who's dying?"
"Luo Zhiwu, Luo Zhiwu is dying, and I can't do anything about it. I deserve to die. I'm the one who should die, not him. Why didn't I come sooner? If I had come to find him sooner, he wouldn't have ended up like this. Mu Yunhe, how can I go on living now that he's dead?" Her brother died to save her; how could she have the face to live on?
Mu Yunhe's face gradually darkened, an unknown storm raging within his eyes. The hand that had been patting her back finally rose, but then froze, unable to fall any further, as it was so stiff it seemed about to shatter. Mu Yunhe looked at Luo Zhiwu, who lay peacefully on the bed, and a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes, like a caged beast breaking free, a sense of impending danger and murderous intent surging forth!
She cried so much for him, saying she should have come to find him sooner, saying she couldn't live without him...
What is her relationship with Luo Zhiwu? She once said she asked him to help her find the man she loves, that only he could help her find him completely, and that she approached him only because she wanted to find that man. She asked him for Luo Zhiwu's address and situation…
So, Luo Zhiwu is the man she keeps saying she loves most?!
This thought instantly shattered Mu Yunhe's composure! An unprecedented killing intent surged within him; he truly wanted to kill Luo Zhiwu. But she said that if Luo Zhiwu died, she couldn't go on living either.
His fists clenched tightly, and an unknown anger and pain roared, howled, and recklessly pounded against Mu Yunhe's chest. The pain was like an explosion, causing him to convulse as if his whole body and heart were shattered.
But it's so strange, why is he so angry? She found the man she loves, what does that have to do with him? Why is he in so much pain? And deep down, he's thinking despicably, "Die, die! As long as Luo Zhiwu dies, Ruilin's most beloved man will be gone."
He's so wicked, actually hoping for Luo Zhiwu's death!
Mu Yunhe felt dejected at his own despicable and shameless thoughts. What was wrong with him? How could he be so hateful and vicious?
"Mu Yunhe, what should I do? If Luo Zhiwu dies, I will never have a clear conscience for the rest of my life. Even if I live, I will never be happy again. It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I had come back sooner, he would not be like this." Luo Zhiheng was immersed in her own world. When she met Mu Yunhe, her sorrow was like finding a channel to confide and vent, and she couldn't stop.
General Murong could no longer bear Luo Zhiheng's crying, nor the powerful and dangerous aura emanating from Mu Yunhe. He said in a deep voice, "It's not the time to cry now. This person isn't dead yet, is he? Perhaps there's still hope. You don't know how to detoxify, so why don't we find an expert in detoxification?"
Besides, what's your relationship with Luo Zhiwu? Why are you crying and whining endlessly here?
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiheng's eyes lit up, and she pushed Mu Yunhe away: "That's right, I can't cure the poison, but there must be someone who can. The Poison Saint!"
Suddenly, Luo Zhiheng thought of the Poison Saint Lou Yun. The gloom in her heart seemed to have been instantly brightened, as if a window had been opened. How could she forget the Poison Saint? Was there any poison in this world that even a Poison Saint didn't know how to cure?
The gloom in Mu Yunhe's voice was almost brutal. He spoke in a tone that was hard to decipher—whether it was sarcasm or resentment—"You actually know about the Poison Saint?"
Luo Zhiheng grabbed his arm and said, "Of course I know. The famous Poison Saint can cure any poison. Isn't she in the Mu Dynasty? Don't you know her? Hurry up and find her to help Luo Zhiwu detoxify."
In her haste, Luo Zhiheng inadvertently revealed every clue. Despite his rage, Mu Yunhe still sensed something, gripping her wrist and narrowing his eyes dangerously as he asked, "How do you know the Poison Saint? And how did you manage to get the Poison Saint into the Mu Dynasty?"
Luo Zhiheng was taken aback and said, "Everyone in the world knows about this, right? After all, what happened here a few years ago was a matter of the Southern Dynasty, and it spread all over the country. Even though the Wilderness is a very remote place, it has been three years. How could they not know? Please help me and let the Poison Saint treat Luo Zhiwu."
Mu Yunhe wanted to refuse, but Luo Zhiwu was Luo Zhiheng's older brother, and he had become like this because of Luo Zhiheng. He couldn't refuse her out of both reason and emotion. Moreover, Luo Zhiwu was the grandson of the Silver Moon Kingdom's emperor, and the Poison Saint was Luo Zhiwu's uncle. The people of the Silver Moon Kingdom wouldn't ignore Luo Zhiwu if they found out.
But he was just unwilling to accept it! It was something perfectly reasonable, but because it was Luo Zhiheng who said it, he just couldn't bear to treat Luo Zhiwu, unwilling to let her get better. If Luo Zhiwu got better, wouldn't Ruilin immediately elope with her?
“He is not in the Mu Dynasty,” Mu Yunhe said somberly.
"How could this be?" Luo Zhiheng exclaimed in surprise.
"How could you not? How do you know so much about the Mu Dynasty? Did you investigate the Mu Dynasty? Or are you a spy or agent within the Mu Dynasty?" Mu Yunhe's gloomy appearance was almost suffocating.
Luo Zhiheng was silent for a moment, and finally realized that Mu Yunhe's emotions seemed very strange. She could only look at General Murong, who said, "The Poison Saint is indeed no longer in the Mu Dynasty. Because Luo Zhiheng had been in a coma, the Poison Saint and his allies traveled around the world to find a way to cure Luo Zhiheng, and they have not returned yet."
Luo Zhiheng's newly nascent hope was shattered once again.
Luo Zhiwu's condition is definitely not going to last more than a few days. Even if the Poison Saint receives the news and rushes back now, it's unknown when he will arrive. Luo Zhiwu's condition will last at most four days, and at the very least, her life is in danger at any moment.
It's too late, it's all too late.
“But don’t worry, I will try to contact the Silver Moon Kingdom. They might be able to find the Poison Saint. In the meantime, we will do our best to keep Luo Zhiwu alive.” General Murong said solemnly, then couldn’t hold back any longer and asked in a low voice, “What is the relationship between the leader and Luo Zhiwu?”
Luo Zhiheng was taken aback, biting her lip. What could she say? Saying it now would only seem unbelievable. Besides, she needed Mu Yunhe to recognize her himself. She still had many things to do under Ruilin's identity, so now was not the best time to reveal her identity.
"I admire him and don't want him to die," Luo Zhiheng could only say.
Mu Yunhe, who had been listening intently, was met with these two sentences, and instantly felt something shatter in her heart. She couldn't describe the feeling, only that the pain made her whole body tremble. She didn't say it aloud, but her attitude and subconscious actions made it clear. She cared about Luo Zhiwu, so much so that if Luo Zhiwu died, she couldn't go on living!
What's the point of hiding it now? Just say that Luo Zhiwu is the man you love!
"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll leave things here to the old general." Mu Yunhe brushed away Luo Zhiheng's tightly gripping hand, his cold voice leaving behind a chilling atmosphere as he departed.
Luo Zhiheng was inexplicably stunned. General Murong looked at Luo Zhiheng thoughtfully. The imperial physician was ordered by General Murong to be arrested and handed over to the emperor. Luo Zhiheng stayed behind to take care of Luo Zhiwu without any hesitation.
When Mu Yunhe learned that Luo Zhiheng had stayed at the General's Mansion to take care of Luo Zhiwu, he was furious and smashed his cherished inkstone. He then shut himself in for a day, refusing to leave and barring all visitors, including Luo Ningshuang, who was using Luo Zhiheng's identity.
Luo Ningshuang was terrified by Luo Zhiheng and dared not accept Luo Zhiheng's treatment again. They couldn't see Luo Zhiheng torturing her, but she was still suffering physically and mentally. She had to save herself. She remembered Luo Zhiheng's words: that after two more treatments, she should regain her memories within those two sessions; if she couldn't remember after those two treatments, she would be forced to follow that vicious woman, Luo Zhiheng, for the rest of her life.
Luo Ningshuang shuddered at the thought. She would absolutely never follow that vicious woman again, nor would she accept another treatment from her. However, Mu Yunhe and the others were adamant that she must continue treatment. After much deliberation, Luo Ningshuang realized there was only one way to escape her misery and win back Mu Yunhe's heart. Although it was dangerous, she had to take the risk and give it one last shot! 17904427
So, the day after Mu Yunhe refused to see her, Xiao Xizi brought a huge 'surprise' to Mu Yunhe, who had locked himself in his room: "Master, Qi Wan just came to report that Madam has regained her memory!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunhe, who had not slept all night, suddenly stood up from his chair and strode out of the room.
The news of Luo Zhiheng regaining her memories spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the city within an hour. When Luo Zhiheng, who had been diligently caring for Luo Zhiwu, heard this news, a cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Finally 'regained her memories'? Then our game has truly begun!"
Chapter 1 is here! There will be more updates today. Hua Sha will continue to work hard. Still asking for recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets! Hugs to all my darlings!