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Chapter 270 Can she still trust him?
Chu Qingyin seemed to be having a very deep and long dream.
That dream was filled with blood and corpses, and darkness that seemed to have no end.
She stumbled along the dark road, only to see Xianglan, Xiaoxueqiu, and Lu Zhiheng.
They stood by the roadside, smiling at her, but just as she excitedly tried to approach them, they vanished without a trace, like a dream.
"no, do not want……"
"Don't go."
She shook her head, calling their names loudly, and ran towards them again and again.
"My lady..."
"Your Majesty, please wake up!"
"Do not--!"
Chu Qingyin sat up abruptly, and when she saw her surroundings and Aunt Fang sitting by the couch, a look of confusion appeared on her face.
This is... the sleeping quarters of the Zichen Palace?
She is still in the Zichen Palace.
So the Empress kidnapping her and Lu Zhiheng dying from an arrow wound were her nightmares, right?
But before she could be happy for long, a sharp pain in her neck told her the truth—
That wasn't a dream; it actually happened.
"I……"
She opened her mouth, but the sound coming from her throat was hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken gong: "How did I get here? Where is Lu Zhiheng? Where is he?"
Aunt Fang quickly comforted her: "Your Highness, please don't get agitated. The imperial physician said you fainted because you were so angry that it affected your heart. You need to rest now..."
"I'm asking you, how did I get here? Where is Lu Zhiheng?!"
Chu Qingyin had completely lost her patience and threw off the covers to get out of bed.
Aunt Fang panicked and quickly stopped her: "Your Majesty, please calm down. You fainted at the foot of the city wall, and it was His Majesty who carried you back. As for Lord Lu, he is in the Qingzheng Hall, being taken care of by the imperial physicians."
Chu Qingyin abruptly stopped in her tracks as she stood up.
The next moment, she grabbed Aunt Fang's wrist. "You mean, Lu Zhiheng is still alive?"
Aunt Fang was in pain from being gripped so tightly, but she still nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Lord Lu is still alive."
"Great, great..."
Chu Qingyin murmured, her extreme joy turning into tears of excitement that rolled down her cheeks.
Aunt Fang advised, "Your Majesty is still weak; please do not trouble yourself or upset your health..."
"I'm going to see him."
Chu Qingyin didn't care about dressing up; she put on her shoes and rushed out.
She moved so fast that Aunt Fang didn't even have time to stop her.
Just as Chu Qingyin ran to the entrance of the bedroom, she saw a tall and imposing figure blocking the doorway and blocking out the light.
Chu Qingyin was stunned.
Upon closer inspection, the figure blocking the doorway was none other than Pei Yuanling, dressed in a dark black robe.
The moment their eyes met, their gazes were unusually heavy.
Chu Qingyin swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and looked up at the man in front of her: "I'm going to see him."
After he finished speaking, the air seemed to go still for a moment.
To Chu Qingyin's surprise, Pei Yuanling nodded and said, "Okay."
For a moment, Chu Qingyin thought she was hallucinating.
Or is she still dreaming?
Pei Yuanling also understood the astonishment and suspicion in her eyes, and gave a wry smile: "A king's word is law, I did not lie to you."
As he spoke, he glanced at her disheveled black hair and thin undergarment, and said slowly, "Let them help you wash up and have some food, then I will take you to see him."
Chu Qingyin frowned: "I..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her interrupted her without room for argument: "If you want to see him sooner, do as I say. The longer you argue with me, the later you will see him."
Having said that, Chu Qingyin had no choice but to patiently turn around and return to her bedchamber.
Soon, Aunt Fang helped her with her hair and clothes, and a palace maid brought her easy-to-eat meat porridge and side dishes.
Chu Qingyin had no appetite, but under Pei Yuanling's watchful gaze, she still ate a bowl of porridge in one go.
Setting down her bowl of porridge, she looked intently at Pei Yuanling. "Now can you take me to see him?"
Pei Yuanling felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he saw how anxious she was about another man.
He didn't say anything more, but simply stood up and said, "Come with me."
Half an hour later, at the Qingzheng Hall.
As soon as Chu Qingyin stepped into the hall, she smelled a strong, bitter medicinal smell, which was mixed with a faint smell of blood.
Upon seeing the man lying unconscious on the bed, his face pale and his breath as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, she felt a dull pain in her chest.
“Aheng…”
She hurriedly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, subconsciously reaching out to feel the man's pulse.
There was still a pulse, but the breath was barely a thread.
"Aheng, can you hear me...?"
Chu Qingyin murmured softly, her voice trembling with a hint of sobbing.
She reached out with trembling hands and gently stroked Lu Zhiheng's face. The icy touch made her heart clench, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.
What's wrong with him?
Chu Qingyin turned her face away, her eyes filled with tears as she asked Pei Yuanling.
Pei Yuanling looked at her distraught appearance and took a while to catch his breath before saying, "The imperial physician has already examined him. He has been poisoned by a unique poison of the Wang family. This poison is constantly eroding his life force, and ordinary antidotes are completely useless."
Upon hearing this, Chu Qingyin's already haggard face turned even paler. "Then what can we do? Even the imperial physicians can't save him?"
Whether for public or private reasons, Pei Yuanling wanted Lu Zhiheng dead.
But seeing Chu Qingyin's heartbroken appearance yesterday, he knew that if Lu Zhiheng really died, Chu Qingyin would probably be depressed and unhappy for the rest of her life.
In that instant, he suddenly understood why he loved.
Love is more than possession.
It also means fulfilling and letting go.
As long as she is happy, then it's all worth it.
So he brought Lu Zhiheng back to the palace and summoned the best physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy for a consultation.
Although the result was not satisfactory, at least he tried his best.
"I have ordered the imperial physicians to go back and review their medical texts to devise an antidote as soon as possible."
Seeing the tears welling up in Chu Qingyin's eyes, Pei Yuanling felt a pang of pain in his heart. He reached out to wipe away her tears, but she dodged him.
"..."
His slender hand froze in mid-air for a moment, then he slowly withdrew it.
"Yinyin, I know I have done many wrong things in the past and have hurt you time and time again. But whether you believe it or not, I truly know I was wrong this time."
Seeing her with her eyes lowered and motionless, Pei Yuanling pursed his lips and said, "To make up for past mistakes, I will do everything in my power to save him."
After saying this, he took a deep look at Chu Qingyin, who was guarding the bedside, and then turned and left the hall.
Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away, Chu Qingyin slowly raised her tearful eyes, her heart trembling slightly.
Can she still trust him?