RPAGF Chapter 51 Layout
Chapter 51 Layout
She felt like she was on the verge of fainting, but her consciousness was unusually clear.
The subtle touch of each silver needle penetrating the flesh, and the pain that followed, were infinitely magnified, forming a surging wave in her sensory world.
To her, those silver needles no longer seemed like tiny invasions through her muscles.
Instead, it penetrates directly into the bones and reaches deep into the soul, bringing unspeakable pain.
Looking at the dense silver needles on her arm, Zhao Xianer felt a stabbing pain deep into her bones.
It was as if each needle precisely touched the most sensitive nerve endings in her body.
Although her heart was filled with a strong desire to escape from this situation, under the Queen's sharp gaze, she could only endure it and dared not move.
"Sister Zhao, next, I will introduce the cold and yin energy of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince into your body."
Cui Rongrong's voice was calm and firm, as if a solemn ceremony was taking place.
Zhao Xian'er nodded reluctantly, allowing Cui Rongrong to guide her hand and gently place it on Song Yanyi's palm.
The contact that should have been warm actually brought an unbearable bone-chilling chill at this moment.
It was as if a cold current was surging out from Song Yanyi's palm and penetrating his heart.
If Cui Rongrong had not held her hand in time, she would have pulled away because she could not bear it.
As the coldness intensified, Zhao Xian'er began to tremble violently all over. She had never thought that the cold could be so cruel. It was like being imprisoned in eternal ice.
She used up her last bit of strength and said intermittently: "Sister Cui...is it almost...over?"
Her eyes were full of helplessness and pleading as she made her final plea to Cui Rong.
Cui Rongrong's face remained calm, but her voice revealed a hint of determination: "It will take a moment, Sister Zhao, please hold on a little longer. All of this is for our beloved Crown Prince."
Although she appeared calm on the surface, Cui Rong knew deep down that the chill that invaded Zhao Xianer's body did not come from Song Yanyi.
Instead, she used silver needles to open all the acupuncture points in Zhao Xianer's body, deliberately allowing the cold air from the outside to penetrate into her bone marrow unhindered.
Combined with the hidden danger left by Zhao Xianer's previous fall into the water, coupled with the extreme cold at this moment.
Her body was irreparably damaged and the possibility of having a child became unrealistic.
Until Zhao Xianer exhaled the last cold breath in the warm room.
Cui Rong slowly withdrew her hand, took out the carefully prepared antidote and fed it to Song Yanyi.
After a while, Song Yanyi's consciousness gradually recovered and he slowly opened his eyes.
The queen approached the bed with joy and asked gently, "Yan Yi, how do you feel?"
Song Yanyi's voice sounded a little low, and the queen immediately ordered the maid to bring tea.
Let him relieve the dryness in his throat while she slowly told him what happened.
"If it weren't for Miss Rongrong and the girl Xian'er's witty response, the Queen Mother would really be at a loss."
The queen's face was full of love and gratitude.
She gently stroked Song Yanyi's forehead and said softly, "It's good that you woke up. Rest for a while. Mother will order the imperial chef to prepare some easily digestible food for you."
Song Yanyi nodded weakly, forced himself to give Cui Rongrong a grateful smile, and then fell into a deep sleep again.
Cui Rongrong's eyes were cold and deep. She knew in her heart that the power of Wanjie Powder was enough to drain a person's life essence. Even if the detoxification was successful, it would be extremely difficult to fully restore the health of the past.
She turned her gaze to Zhao Xian'er and gently pulled out the silver needles that were inserted into Zhao Xian'er's body one by one.
As the silver needle was removed, Zhao Xianer's face regained some color.
"Sister Xian'er, are you okay?"
There was genuine concern in Cui Rong's voice.
Zhao Xian'er hugged herself tightly, as if trying to bring herself a little warmth, but the effect was minimal.
After feeling her pulse, Cui Rong couldn't help but sigh: "Your Highness, the cold and yin energy in your body is too strong. Sister Xian'er's body..."
She wanted to say something but stopped herself, but Zhao Xian'er had already understood everything from her unfinished words, and deep despair surged in her heart.
A hint of fear flashed across Zhao Xianer's eyes, and her fingers trembled slightly due to nervousness.
He grabbed Cui Rongrong's wrist tightly and said, "Sister Cui, you must save me!"
She knew very well that in this feudal family that attached great importance to offspring.
As an unmarried woman facing infertility, one is undoubtedly putting oneself in an isolated and helpless situation.
The person she has been thinking about is Song Yanyi, a perfect match with a prominent family and status.
This emotion makes the issue of offspring not only a responsibility to continue her bloodline, but also the key to love and future happiness.
She knew deep down that if the disease was not cured, her relationship with Song Yanyi would probably be in vain.
The queen observed carefully and saw that Song Yanyi was sleeping peacefully, so she approached quietly and heard the entire conversation between the two.
With the tenderness and dignity of a mother, she comforted him softly, "Xian'er, don't panic. The imperial doctors in the palace are all highly skilled and will do their best to help you recover."
The Queen's words gave Zhao Xian'er a rare sense of peace of mind. "You are already exhausted today. You must rest well when you return. I will arrange for the imperial physician to go to the Zhao residence every day to take care of your body."
Cui Rongrong looked at Zhao Xianer's eyes, which were wide open with despair, and felt mixed emotions.
She empathized with Zhao Xianer's difficulties and helplessness, but she also knew the root cause of all this was complicated and difficult to understand.
She lowered her eyes slightly and sighed secretly. Wasn't the entanglement behind this just a trick of fate?
After giving brief but powerful instructions, the queen ordered the eunuchs around her to send the two back safely.
Inside the carriage, Zhao Xianer's tears fell silently like pearls from a broken string, and she held Cui Rong's hand tightly.
It was as if that was her last straw: "Sister Cui, your medical skills are extraordinary, and you must have a good plan to help me recover. Please help me!"
Cui Rong gently patted the back of her hand, her face solemn and her words cautious: "I can't make promises easily, but please believe that no matter what the outcome is, I will do my best and go all out."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xianer pursed her lips and a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes. That was not the answer she wanted.
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the towering gate of the Zhao Mansion. Zhao Xian'er got off the carriage under Cui Rong's encouraging gaze, and the latter turned around and set off on her journey home.
When she entered the mansion, she was greeted by Cui Yunhe, who looked concerned.
Seeing her sister return safely, she hurried forward, looked at her carefully, and only after making sure that she was fine did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"I heard that my sister went to the palace to treat the critically ill prince. I was really worried. Fortunately, my sister came back safely." Her words revealed deep concern and relief.
Cui Rongrong responded to her sister's concerns with a smile, her tone relaxed but with a hint of reproach: "How could I let myself suffer? But why don't you stay in the warm room and wait for me, but instead suffer the cold here? Even if there is a brazier in the front hall, it still seems much colder than inside the room."