When Elder Shi carried the medicine and entered, Ye Luosha was still beside her, pleading.

But Zhan Liyue, as if she could not hear a single word, continued using her own inner energy to heal Di Wuyou’s injuries.

This scene felt somehow familiar.

Back then, when Di Feimu was still Mu Mu, he had turned his hair white in order to save Feng Jiu’er.

At this moment, Zhan Liyue’s loosened long hair had turned white from the very roots, and she herself appeared to grow older and older by the minute.

“I’m sorry! I should not have doubted your words. You said he was Wuyou, so he is Wuyou. I should not have harmed him.”

Watching Zhan Liyue in this state, Ye Luosha felt as though her heart were being cut by a blade.

“I deserve to die! I should not have hurt Wuyou.”

From Elder Shi’s hands, Ye Luosha took the medicinal broth that the army physician had brewed — one capable of countering a hundred poisons — and raised it to Zhan Liyue’s lips.

“Take the medicine first. Once you have taken it, we can continue — all right?”

Seeing no reaction from Zhan Liyue, Ye Luosha continued to plead: “Sister, take the medicine first, otherwise your life cannot be saved either.”

“Please — take the medicine first!”

Zhan Liyue’s breath grew more and more chaotic; Di Wuyou’s condition, by contrast, appeared to have improved considerably.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said: “Drink… it down.”

Ye Luosha’s eyes widened; she glanced at Di Wuyou, then shifted her gaze back to Zhan Liyue.

“Sister, Wuyou is asking you to drink it. Sister, did you hear? Wuyou is asking you to drink it. He knows he was wrong; he has learned to care for you.”

“Did you hear? Drink it quickly.”

Ye Luosha saw Zhan Liyue’s parched lips move ever so slightly, and immediately pressed the medicinal broth in her hand against her lips.

With her eyes closed, still channeling her inner energy to heal Di Wuyou, Zhan Liyue’s very lips trembled slightly.

Yet, despite how difficult it was, she still persisted in drinking the broth from the bowl, sip by sip.

Her Wuyou had begun to worry about her. This was the medicine Wuyou had asked her to take; no matter how difficult it was to swallow, she did not want to miss a single drop.

For Zhan Liyue, the person she had wronged most deeply was Di Wuyou.

Back then, before he had even had the chance to call her “Mother,” she had left him behind.

And so, even if Di Wuyou were to ask her to take poison, so long as he could forgive her, she would not mind complying.

Zhan Liyue was confident that, once the poison took effect, she could control her heart meridians; even if they were severely damaged and she had to rest for a year or half a year, she would gladly do so.

Ye Luosha’s appearance had been an accident; otherwise, things would not have come to this.

The sound of Zhan Liyue drinking the medicine was very faint, yet for some reason, Di Wuyou could feel it clearly.

In his subconscious, he still did not believe that he was Di Wuyou, did not believe that the person behind him was his birth mother.

Yet he could not deny it: she truly was using her very life to save him.

Could it be that everything Master had told him was a lie? No! Master would not deceive him; she absolutely would not!

The moment Di Wuyou’s thoughts became turbulent, Zhan Liyue’s condition worsened a little more.

Before she had even managed to finish all the medicine in the bowl, she focused her mind again and devoted herself entirely to healing Di Wuyou.

A fresh wave of inner energy was channeled into his body; Di Wuyou’s brow furrowed, and his breath gradually steadied.

“There is still some left. Finish it. Please, finish it,” Ye Luosha knelt beside Zhan Liyue and begged.

After being poisoned, Zhan Liyue had immediately channeled her energy to heal Di Wuyou, and the poison inside her had long since spread to all her internal organs.

The army physician did not dare to say it, but Ye Luosha also knew: this medicine was of limited help to her.

Yet Ye Luosha truly had no other option; no matter what, she could only try.

Zhan Liyue, wholly devoted to healing Di Wuyou, once again could not hear Ye Luosha’s words.

Time passed drop by drop; Zhan Liyue’s hair grew whiter and whiter, and her breath grew gradually weaker.

Suddenly, with a wet sound, Zhan Liyue spat out a mouthful of dark blood, and then black matter surged in great gushes from the corner of her mouth.

Whether it was blood, poison, or the medicine she had just swallowed, there was no way to tell.

Ye Luosha could endure it no longer; she immediately moved close and separated Zhan Liyue from Di Wuyou.

“Wuyou.” Zhan Liyue’s voice was exceedingly faint, yet she still did not forget her youngest son.

“Elder Shi, please continue healing Wuyou. I will check on the Empress.”

Ye Luosha dropped those words, sat cross-legged behind Zhan Liyue, placed both palms on the vital points of her back, and channeled her own inner energy into her body.

Elder Shi nodded, supported Di Wuyou, and turned him to face Zhan Liyue, while he himself sat cross-legged behind him.

Inside the tent, Ye Luosha closed her eyes and healed Zhan Liyue.

Sitting face-to-face with Zhan Liyue was Di Wuyou, and Elder Shi remained behind Di Wuyou, continuing to channel energy to heal him.

After the brief interruption in treatment, Di Wuyou, having regained some clarity, slowly opened his eyes.

What met his eyes was Zhan Liyue’s darkened face and snow-white long hair; he was stunned for a moment before recognizing the person before him.

Her face had long been ruined; scars covered it, making it impossible to tell what she had originally looked like.

Having been together for several days, Di Wuyou had never truly looked at that face.

Yet the Zhan Liyue before him now seemed to have aged ten or twenty years all at once compared to before.

Had it not been for the scars on her face, Di Wuyou might not even have recognized her as the same person.

“Wuyou, come, try this pastry.”

“Wuyou, what is your opinion on this suggestion?”

“Wuyou, have some soup; this soup is good for you.”

“Wuyou, why do you keep silent? Just treat this place as your own home; do not be a stranger.”

“Wuyou, what is the matter? You look unwell today. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“Wuyou…”

That face, covered in wrinkles, kept appearing in Di Wuyou’s mind.

During these days, her care for him could be described as attentive in every possible way.

Yet in his mind, there was only hatred.

He had been thinking at every moment about how to poison her.

He had never truly looked at her, yet she did not mind at all, even treating him as her own flesh and blood.

Her kindness toward him, he had never taken to heart, because he had long since determined that this woman was the one who had destroyed his family and turned him into an orphan from childhood.

Di Wuyou had never once considered that this woman might be his own birth mother.

He had decided she was his enemy; for her, there was only hatred.

During these days, even in his dreams, he had wanted to kill her.

Yet somehow, now, seeing her suffering, he suddenly no longer wished for her death.

With a sound, before Zhan Liyue had even managed to open her eyes to look at her youngest son, black blood once again spilled from her mouth.

After spitting the black blood, her entire body went limp and collapsed.

“Sister.” Ye Luosha’s eyes widened as she gathered the woman before her into her arms. “It will be all right. I will find a way.”

Ye Luosha raised her eyes to look outside and cried out: “Someone come! Come quickly!”

The very moment the army physician and soldiers lifted the curtain to enter, a gust of wind suddenly arrived, and the entire tent swayed.

In the blink of an eye, two tall figures had appeared inside the tent.