Feng Xie, surrounded by an aura of death, felt an overwhelming urge to fight the man before him to the death. Hua Youyou, with a flick of his red robe, leaped into the air, fixing his gaze on Feng Xie with a chilling intensity.
His thin lips uttered cold words, "Only if you have the ability." With that, he turned and left without looking back.
Enraged by his words, Feng Xie flashed forward in pursuit. He heard Hua Youyou’s voice carried by the wind from a distance, "Meet me at Sunset Cliff tomorrow evening. We will settle this with our lives."
The wind carried Hua Youyou's words to everyone's ears. They all breathed a sigh of relief, for it meant the man had decided to resolve the issue directly with Feng Xie. This must have something to do with what he said to Liu'er.
The thought of Liu'er jolted them back to reality. They flew inside, only to find the woman on the bed covered in a dark, poisonous miasma. If she wasn't saved soon, it would be too late. Dai Mei rushed to the bedside, weeping.
"楼主, how are you? Are you alright, 楼主?"
Liu Liu struggled to open her eyes, spat out the pill in her mouth, and said coldly, "Send the antidote to A Bao immediately and have him compound it as quickly as possible. Otherwise, no one will be saved."
"Yes, 楼主,"
Dai Mei got up, taking the antidote. She dared not delay. The 楼主 had risked her life to obtain this antidote. No matter what, she had to complete this task.
Feng Xie had already flown to the bedside and held Liu Liu tightly in his arms, consumed by fear.
The Emperor, usually cold and fearless, couldn't help but tremble. He spoke softly,
"Liu'er, wake up, wake up."
Due to her exertion, Liu Liu finally succumbed to the pain coursing through her body and fainted. Unbeknownst to her, the man who saw her faint went mad. With a sweep of his hand, he shattered everything in the room, roaring like a wolf.
His subordinates retreated fearfully, standing guard at the door, not daring to say a word. They could only wait for the life-saving antidote. It was still uncertain when it would arrive.
A Bao's ability to compound medicine was quite high. He quickly analyzed the antidote's components and immediately began preparing several pills. He instructed Dai Mei to deliver them first, while the rest would follow in larger quantities.
Due to a shortage of medicinal herbs, it was delayed by two hours. In those two hours, a large number of people died in Fengyue City. The fear of death cast a shadow over the vast city, leaving it eerily silent.
There was not a soul in the streets. The survivors could only thank their gods.
Liu Liu and Nangong Yue took the antidote simultaneously. Feng Xie finally felt at ease and immediately took Liu Liu to Wanfeng Tea House.
He carried her back to the separate courtyard, attracting the curious glances of many servants in the estate. Why was this handsome man radiating coldness carrying Young Master Qiye so sorrowfully? Their relationship was truly ambiguous. Even Feng Jiu was somewhat surprised.
However, he dared not ask, for the handsome man was exuding killing intent at that moment, and anyone who provoked him would face dire consequences. Therefore, Feng Jiu wisely asked nothing.
Upon seeing his mother poisoned, Mu Xing immediately started crying uncontrollably, completely forgetting his mother's instructions. He clung to her, repeatedly calling out, "Mother, Mother, what's wrong with you? What exactly is wrong with you?"
Hearing Mu Xing's words, Zhan Yun, Ri Ying, and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they knew Qiye was the Empress, they had never seen his appearance and felt uneasy. Wasn't that Bu Xiangyin a fake before?
However, hearing Mu Xing's cries now confirmed that Qiye was indeed the Empress, and this mischievous fellow was the future Crown Prince of Tianfeng Dynasty.
However, there was no objection to this little Crown Prince. He was so unruly and cunning, truly surpassing his father in all aspects. It was believed that Tianfeng would only become better and better.
Seeing Mu Xing crying so heartbrokenly, Feng Xie felt immense pain. This was his son.
He looked at the tears streaming down his son's small face, his bright, grape-like eyes filled with fear. Feng Xie blamed himself. For five years, he had never paid attention to him, causing him to lack a sense of security. Seeing his mother poisoned now, he was naturally afraid.
"Mu Xing, don't be afraid. Your mother is fine. Don't worry,"
Feng Xie reached out and patted Mu Xing's shoulder. The little fellow, who had been crying sorrowfully, stopped crying upon hearing his words. Everyone thought he had listened to Feng Xie.
Who knew that he would turn around viciously, glaring at Feng Xie, and shout like a little hedgehog, "You talk too much! She's my mother, do you hear me? Not your mother, so you're not sad. She's Mu Xing's mother!"
After saying that, he started crying again. Everyone in the room was saddened by his tears but could do nothing about it.
This child was very stubborn and didn't listen to just anyone. Cui'er, who was also shedding tears with him, was about to try and persuade Mu Xing when a faint sound came from the bed.
"Mu Xing, mother is fine. You're disturbing mother's sleep."
Upon hearing his mother's words, Mu Xing lifted his tear-streaked face, staring intently at his mother, nodding happily. "Mother is awake, mother is awake! Mu Xing was so scared. Is mother going to sleep now? Then Mu Xing won't disturb mother. Mother, sleep well. Mu Xing will protect mother."
He spoke with the air of a little adult, boldly blocking his mother's body and preventing Feng Xie from getting close.
Watching the scene before them, the others couldn't help but sigh for their master. It seemed the master would have some difficulty winning over his son's heart. This little fellow was not easily manipulated.
"Alright," Liu Liu closed her eyes and continued to sleep. She was weak all over and truly exhausted. She had only taken the pill recently and her spirit had not fully recovered.
Cui'er looked up and saw the Emperor anxiously gazing at Miss. She quickly reached out to pull Mu Xing, intending to take him away to allow the Emperor and Miss some private time.
The Emperor looked heartbroken and anxious, likely worn out by his concern for his master. However, Mu Xing forcefully shook Cui'er's hand.
"I won't leave mother. You all go, go away! No one can come near my mother!" Mu Xing seemed to sense something. He swept his gaze across everyone in the bedroom, angrily pointing towards the door and demanding that everyone leave.
Feng Xie's expression darkened. He gazed at Liu'er, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, longing to hold her tightly and feel that she was alive. Only then could his heart beat normally.
However, his son clearly did not approve. Perhaps he had only ever had one mother since birth and no other relatives, making him more sensitive. Feng Xie felt pain for both Liu'er and Mu Xing.
And all of this was his fault. He sank into silence, walking out with a heavy heart.
The others in the bedroom felt a pang of sympathy, but no one dared to tell Mu Xing at this moment that the Emperor was his father. His mother should be the one to tell him, and even she likely wouldn't dare to tell him rashly.
Because this kid clearly rejected Feng Xie, perhaps it was a case of karma. Everyone speculated in their hearts and then filed out of the bedroom.
Inside, Mu Xing automatically climbed onto the bed, holding Liu Liu tightly and nestling into his mother's embrace. His pitifully vulnerable appearance brought tears to Cui'er and Hong Xiu's eyes.
Mu Xing had no father since childhood, making him more fragile than other children. His mother, with whom he had always relied on, was suddenly poisoned, so he was naturally terrified. These mother and son were indeed pitiable, relying on each other. If one were harmed, the other might not be able to live.
Fortunately, after sleeping for a night, Liu Liu's strength had recovered significantly. Seeing her son watching over her all night, she couldn't help but say, "Mu Xing, mother is fine. Don't worry. Mother will never leave Mu Xing alone."
Mu Xing was finally happy to see his mother fully awake. He nodded vigorously, "Mu Xing understands. Mu Xing just wants to be with mother."
"Thank you, son,"
Liu Liu hugged her son emotionally. The person she was most grateful for was her son. He had stayed with her all these years, filling her life with vitality. She never regretted giving birth to Mu Xing. Seeing the dark circles under Mu Xing's eyes, Liu Liu gently stroked his head.