Chapter 7: Detox with Heart’s Blood

“Lang Yi, you don’t need to go looking for anything. I have what you need, but…,” Mu Ling paused for a moment before continuing, “but there are a few things I need you to arrange right now: First, no matter what you see later, you must not tell my grandfather; second, prepare a military bed. Tonight is crucial, and I need to stay by His Highness’s side; third, during the time I’m detoxifying, you must ensure no one disturbs me, including you! Can you do these things?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lang Yi nodded vigorously, “Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will definitely do it.”

“Then go fetch my medicine box from the carriage now, and send someone to the Grand General’s residence to tell my grandfather that I won’t be attending tomorrow. Let him not worry; as soon as His Highness gives me a signal, I will go and accompany him.”

Lang Yi promised and left. Mu Ling quickly slipped into her space. Although she needed to use her medicine box now, the situation regarding the Crown Prince was far more serious than she had imagined.

Not long after she emerged from her space, Lang Yi returned with the medicine box on his back, followed by several guards carrying a wooden couch.

“Your Highness, is there anything else I can help with?” Lang Yi asked.

Mu Ling did not respond immediately; she took the medicine box and began her preparations. Once the guards had set up the wooden couch and exited, she spoke softly, “I’m about to begin detoxifying His Highness. The poison has already seeped into his internal organs, and merely using needles and medicine is not enough. The only way to completely detoxify him is to use my heart’s blood. I…”

Before Mu Ling could finish, Lang Yi interrupted, “Your Highness, you absolutely cannot! If heart’s blood is needed, then let me use mine!”

His heart’s blood? What use could that possibly have? Aside from injuring himself, it would be of no help whatsoever.

Mu Ling needed to use her own heart’s blood because her bloodline possessed self-healing properties, which would enhance the healing effect. If it weren’t for the deep poison in the Crown Prince, she wouldn’t have to endure such suffering herself.

“It’s not just anyone’s heart’s blood that works,” Mu Ling said softly. “I’m telling you this because while I’m extracting my heart’s blood, you must ensure that no one disturbs me, including you. No matter what scene you witness, you need not be afraid. I won’t let myself come to harm, nor will I let His Highness come to harm.”

After listening, Lang Yi furrowed his brow and took a few steps back, kneeling on one knee and bowing to Mu Ling, “Your Highness, I am grateful for your great kindness! From now on, I will vow to protect you and His Highness with my life!”

“Lang Yi, get up quickly. You are His Highness’s personal guard; you grew up together with him, so I trust your loyalty to him completely. Whatever you say, I believe.”

Mu Ling extended her hand to support him lightly, silently vowing: Lang Yi, I will also protect you in the future, as a way to repay your kindness from the previous life for avenging us.

“Your Highness, you…,” Lang Yi wanted to ask how she knew that he grew up with the Crown Prince, as the old general shouldn’t have mentioned this to her.

“Don’t overthink it; it was mentioned by my grandfather during a casual conversation,” Mu Ling replied, as if she could see through Lang Yi’s confusion.

“I’m going to start detoxifying now. From this moment on, you will do whatever I say without asking questions or worrying.”

Mu Ling knew that extracting heart’s blood would appear terrifying to outsiders; she didn’t want to have to comfort Lang Yi while she was in the process.

With several silver needles piercing her own body, she had to protect her heart meridian. After extracting the heart’s blood, the Crown Prince needed to take it immediately, and she would need to administer needles right after. If she didn’t protect her heart meridian and fainted, it would be a huge problem.

The following actions of Mu Ling were smooth and flowing. A small bowl of bright red blood, along with her family’s unique medicinal materials, was fed into Jun Mohan’s mouth…

After diagnosing and administering needles, by the time Mu Ling put away the last needle, the sky had completely darkened.

At this moment, the physically exhausted young woman held back her dizziness and checked the Crown Prince’s pulse again. Good, Jun Mohan’s life had finally been saved; it wouldn’t be long before he completely regained consciousness.

Mu Ling sighed in relief, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly in a smile. Just as she thought about getting up to rest for a while, she suddenly felt darkness before her eyes and fainted. If it weren’t for Lang Yi’s quick reflexes, she might have fallen to the ground, and that hard jade floor could have led to a serious injury.

When she opened her eyes again, she heard her stomach already rumbling. Apparently, she had been awakened by her own hunger.

Right, the Crown Prince—how was he doing? Mu Ling sat up suddenly, just as she was about to put on her shoes and get down, a magnetic male voice accompanied by a faint medicinal scent drifted over, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Are you still dizzy? Do you need me to call the imperial physician to take a look at you?”

A man’s voice? He referred to himself as “this palace,” could it be that this person was the Crown Prince Jun Mohan, the husband from her previous life?

Mu Ling turned her head, and a handsome face appeared before her, particularly those deep-set eyes filled with gratitude and concern.

Oh my god! How could there be such a handsome man?! When he lay there motionless, one could see he had a dignified appearance, but this…

Whether it was the original Mu Ling or the transmigrated Mu Ling, her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

Seeing the little girl’s face suddenly turn as red as a ripe apple, Jun Mohan was startled and quickly reached out to touch her forehead. “You’re not burning up!”

“What’s wrong with you? Why is your face so red all of a sudden? Is it a side effect of losing your heart’s blood? Should I still call for the imperial physician?” Jun Mohan said as he turned his head toward the door.

Mu Ling knew he was about to call for help. What was wrong with her? She was clearly mesmerized by a handsome guy!

“Um… Your Highness, you don’t need to call the imperial physician. I’m a doctor. Um… I’m fine, I just got up too suddenly and was surprised to see you sitting here, that’s all. I’ll be fine in a bit, no need to worry.”

Mu Ling stammered, not even knowing what she was saying.

Jun Mohan smiled at her, and Mu Ling felt stunned—what an impactful smile! At that moment, it felt as though a thousand little rabbits were dancing in her heart. Stop smiling, stop smiling; if you keep smiling, I might just nosebleed…

“Your Highness, I forgot to ask, are you feeling better? Um… should I check your pulse again?”

“Alright,” Jun Mohan extended his hand. “Mu Ling, my future Crown Princess, thank you for saving my life. Lang Yi has already told me everything that happened just now. However, about that Hong Mei… I never expected my elder brother to have such ‘great ambitions,’ to even reach into the Eastern Palace.”

Hearing Jun Mohan mention Hong Mei, Mu Ling recalled her previous life. She no longer felt like being infatuated and her tone turned cold, “The first prince doesn’t have great ambitions; he has the ability to eliminate rivals without mercy. He has just hidden it well. For so many years, he and his mother have deceived both the Emperor and the Empress, as well as you and everyone else.”

“Little girl, are you referring to Concubine Qin?” Jun Mohan frowned.

Mu Ling looked up at him, “What? You don’t believe what I’m saying?”

Jun Mohan was taken aback. Why wouldn’t he believe her? He just wanted to confirm, but why was the little girl getting angry? Moreover, when she mentioned Concubine Qin and the first prince, why was there such an intense hatred in her eyes?

What had really happened while he was unconscious?