“Yu Jingfeng!” Ye Luosha could bear it no longer and raised her palm, brimming with gathered inner force.

“It’s useless.” Suddenly, Emperor Ji, who had been silent all this while, spoke. “I know Wu Ya’s temperament best of all.”

Ye Luosha withdrew her true energy and turned her head to look at him. “Are we simply to stand by and watch Mu Mu…”

The words that followed, she truly could not bring herself to say.

“Mu Mu is Wu Ya’s younger brother — Wu Ya would not disregard Mu Mu’s life and death. With him here, Feng Jiu’er would not dare act recklessly.”

Emperor Ji gazed in the direction of the main hall and let out a quiet sigh.

“But Adoptive Father, it was clearly Feng Jiu’er who wanted to kill the Second Prince — now you let her save him. How could that possibly work?” Leng Yue frowned deeply as she spoke.

“If it truly is a misunderstanding…” Emperor Ji shook his head and sighed once more.

“You said ‘if’ yourself — do you want to gamble with Mu Mu’s life, to bet on whether or not that person truly was Feng Jiu’er?” Ye Luosha still refused to agree.

But at least she had not acted immediately and stormed her way inside.

“You know Mu Mu’s condition better than I do. Mo Bai is not here — relying only on those few physicians, do you think there’s any hope?”

“Right now, the only one who can save Mu Mu is indeed Feng Jiu’er.” Emperor Ji’s face was expressionless — he, too, was truly helpless.

Ye Luosha drew a deep breath and clenched her fists tightly.

“If Feng Jiu’er cannot bring my Mu Mu back, I will not let her off!”

Emperor Ji paid Ye Luosha no further heed, his unblinking gaze fixed on the brightly lit main hall.

Outside the hall, silence had at last fallen.

Leng Yue looked at the two people beside her, growing more anxious by the moment.

After a while, she said in a low voice: “It was clearly Feng Jiu’er who wanted to kill the Second Prince — she even drugged the Crown Prince — yet you two do nothing.”

“I saw it with my own eyes. It was Feng Jiu’er who took the Second Prince away, and you all witnessed Feng Jiu’er wound the Second Prince with a short blade yourselves — did you not?”

“Are Adoptive Father and Elder Ye truly willing to believe this is all just a misunderstanding? By acting this way, you are harming the Second Prince — there is still time to go in and stop it now.”

It was a rare chance to eliminate Feng Jiu’er — Leng Yue would absolutely not let it pass.

Whether or not Feng Jiu’er was truly responsible was beside the point. What mattered most was that Ye Luosha and her Adoptive Father both believed she had intended to harm the Second Prince.

“Adoptive Father.” Seeing no response from Emperor Ji, Leng Yue called out to him again.

But Emperor Ji, just as before, kept his gaze locked on a fixed point and said not a single word.

Leng Yue turned to look at Ye Luosha with an expression of urgency.

“Elder Ye, it must have been Feng Jiu’er — I can say this with certainty. I…”

Suddenly, she felt a wave of killing intent bearing down on her. Leng Yue raised her eyes to look.

Before she could react in the slightest, Yu Jingfeng’s palm strike was already upon her.

“Ah—!” A cry of pain rang out as Yu Jingfeng’s palm sent Leng Yue flying several zhang away.

She crumpled to the ground, spitting dark blood.

“Yu Jingfeng — you — how dare you…” Leng Yue clutched at her chest, staring at the figure standing before her.

“How dare you strike me without authorization — Yu Jingfeng, do you not want to…”

“This person spreads malicious lies and attempts to obstruct the Second Prince’s treatment — take her away and lock her up!”

Yu Jingfeng flicked his robes and turned, leaping back to land squarely in front of the main hall.

Leng Yue had never imagined Yu Jingfeng would dare to strike her right before her Adoptive Father’s eyes — had she anticipated it, she would never have been so badly wounded by him.

Watching the men advancing toward her, Leng Yue said coldly: “Yu Jingfeng — if you dare have me locked away, do you have any respect left for Adoptive Father?”

But no one paid Leng Yue’s words any heed.

Four stone-faced brothers came forward — two of them seized and restrained her.

“Release me!” Leng Yue had sustained internal injuries and could not muster her strength in that moment.

Moreover, the dozens of men guarding this place were each only a step below the Feilong Shi’er Qi in martial prowess — an injured Leng Yue was no match for them at all.

“Let me go!” Leng Yue wrenched with all her might and looked toward Emperor Ji in the distance. “Adoptive Father — Yu Jingfeng has turned against you — he no longer holds even you in his eyes!”

“Adoptive Father — Yu Jingfeng has turned traitor, he has turned traitor!”

No matter how Leng Yue struggled, she was still dragged away by two brothers of immense strength.

Looking back once more, Leng Yue could barely believe her own eyes.

“Adoptive Father — they… Adoptive Father — save me — I won’t dare again — Adoptive Father, save me — I don’t want to be locked up.”

Leng Yue’s voice grew more and more distant. Emperor Ji, however, remained completely unmoved.

Even Ye Luosha stood motionless in place, her gaze directed the same way as Emperor Ji’s.

With Leng Yue taken away, the courtyard at last fell into true and complete silence.

Inside the hall, the moment Xiao Yingtao and Xing Zizhou arrived, the three physicians were excused out.

Feng Jiu’er employed every method at her disposal to treat Di Fei Mu. But more than an hour passed, and his condition showed no sign of improvement.

Feng Jiu’er was like a woman possessed — working without cease — her temples alternately dried and wet, wet and dried.

Di Wu Ya sat to one side, his palm resting on Di Fei Mu, channeling his true energy without pause.

Xiao Yingtao had long since cried herself dry of tears. She had never imagined she would witness a scene like this.

The first man she had ever taken a liking to now lay quietly before her, and she could not even sense a single trace of his breath.

Mu Mu was dead — he had truly left them all.

Yet those words were ones Xiao Yingtao dared not speak, and did not wish to speak.

The only thing she could do was to remain at his side at every moment and give Feng Jiu’er as much assistance as she could.

By the time most of the violent poison in Di Fei Mu’s body had been expelled, his blood too was nearly exhausted — yet Feng Jiu’er still had not thought of giving up.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle — prepare for a blood transfusion. Xiao Yingtao, bring the instruments over. Xing Zizhou, is the medicinal solution ready?”

“It’s ready — bring in some brothers with strong constitutions to try at once. Mu Mu needs a great deal of blood right now. Ninth Imperial Uncle alone is certainly not enough.”

“Remember — you must test them according to my method without fail. Otherwise, if the blood type is incompatible, it will do Mu Mu more harm than good.”

“Ready.” Xing Zizhou, standing at the table not far away, nodded. “I’ll bring people in right now.”

“Take the medicinal solution out to the main hall to test first. Mu Mu’s wounds are deep — if they become infected, it will be very troublesome.” Feng Jiu’er said in a low voice.

“Understood.” Xing Zizhou nodded and left with the solution.

Whether Di Fei Mu actually needed so much blood, whether his wounds were at risk of infection — the premise of all of it was that he could survive.

Otherwise, everything would be in vain.

It was clear enough: in Feng Jiu’er’s heart, the very notion of “giving up” simply did not exist. Even when everyone else had lost hope, she would not abandon him.

“Xiao Yingtao, come here — prepare for the transfusion.” Feng Jiu’er’s voice rang out once more.

Xiao Yingtao had long been standing nearby with everything in hand, waiting.

Feng Jiu’er took a cotton cloth, wiped her hands, and tossed it aside into a wooden bucket already filled with blood-stained cloths.

Xiao Yingtao lowered her eyes and glanced inside. Her pair of dry eyes grew wet once more.

“Keep your spirits up — Mu Mu is still waiting for us.” Feng Jiu’er glanced at her and then looked away.

“Follow what I say step by step. Not a single step can go wrong. Ninth Imperial Uncle must not use his inner force during the transfusion — I will channel my energy to heal Mu Mu’s injuries.”