“Master, this is a new medicine I prepared. Please try it on the princess!”
“What antidote? All of you are useless!”
The usually calm Luo Ran struck the medicine bowl from Yu Shan’s hands, his eyes wild.
“Master, I’m sorry!” Yu Shan trembled, crouching to pick up the broken porcelain bowl.
“Brother, what’s wrong with you? Yu Shan meant well; how can you blame her like this?” Yan’er defended Yu Shan, concerned about Ling’er’s poisoning yet feeling her brother was unjust.
“It’s okay! There’s still some medicine in the pot, I’ll bring it!” Yu Shan said, blinking back tears and forcing a smile as she turned to leave.
“Brother, you’ve gone too far!” Yan’er saw Yu Shan’s grievance and worried her brother was lost in his emotions.
“Yu Shan, I’m sorry! I’m in a bad mood!” Luo Ran called out to her retreating figure, acknowledging his mistake.
He was anxious and emotional, causing trouble for those around him. Sighing softly, Luo Ran stood by the door, gazing at the sunlight above, his heart silent.
Suddenly, street shadows swayed, brightening his once dead eyes and clenching his fists.
“What are you doing here? You’re not welcome!” he ordered before the person could approach.
“I want to see my lady!”
I must see her!” His tone was cold, his eyes glancing inside the room.
“You disappeared for two days, and now you want to see her? She doesn’t want to see you!” He had already caused her enough harm. If Lingyue weren’t lying on the bed, he would have struck him.
“She is my wife!” His roaring voice blocked Luoran’s angry gaze. He rushed in regardless.
Lingyue lay quietly on the bed, pale and with tight-lipped eyes, showing no intention of opening them.
“Lingyue, I’m sorry I’m late!” His words were filled with remorse, reflecting a husband’s pain at his wife’s life-and-death edge.
“Your Highness!” Although angry about the prince abandoning Lingyue that day, she was now speechless. Such deep affection—how could she judge?
“Tell me, how many days does she have left?” Embracing her cooling body, he kissed her forehead and asked.
“Not more than three days! Unless…” Yanran hesitated, considering whether to mention the “grudge.”
“Unless what?” His dim face suddenly held a glimmer of hope.
