After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 305 Who Returned?

Zhuang Wenrui's face stiffened with pain as he reminded him, word by word.

"Fulfillment died because of you."

It wasn't him who killed Fule, it was her.

Fule's death had nothing to do with him.

“Yes, Fule died saving me,” Shi Nuanyu said, her voice trembling. “I have wronged Fule in this life, but I will not let the murderer who killed her go.”

With a final, forceful thrust into his heart, blood splattered onto her face. Shi Nuanyu, like a demon crawling out of the ground, ruthlessly twisted the dagger.

“From that day on, I thought of tens of thousands of ways to kill you, but you are, after all, Fule’s brother. I shouldn’t let her last relative in the world be tortured to death.”

Her tone hardened, and the hatred in her eyes gradually disappeared.

“You owe more than just Fule. The lives you owe cannot be repaid even with ten of your own. I owe an explanation to the innocent civilians and soldiers who died at your hands.”

Shi Nuanyu pulled out the dagger and let the blood flow out.

"Someone, summon the best imperial physician; he's barely clinging to life."

He shouldn't have died at her hands, but at the hands of all the people in the world; their blood feud was far greater.

Zhuang Wenrui hung on the cross, barely breathing, his mind filled with memories of his time with Fule.

The person who would follow him around calling him "Royal Brother" ultimately died at his hands.

Fule, will you forgive your elder brother?

Tears welled up in Zhenbao's eyes with heartache. She ran over angrily, kicked Zhuang Wenrui, and spat at him.

“You bad guy, you have no right to see Fule.”

Yes, his soul was not worthy to meet Fule.

Shi Nuanyu, her body stained with blood, walked out of the cell step by step and stopped in front of Qinghe.

"Qinghe, I still can't avenge Fule."

Her selfish desires told her to end Zhuang Wenrui's life with a single blow, while reason told her that those innocent people who died unjustly deserved an explanation.

She is not a good older sister.

Qinghe stared at her intently for a long time before reaching out his hand.

"Your Majesty, keep moving forward, don't stop."

Yes, at this moment she is the monarch of the entire world, countless eyes are watching her, and the former courtiers of Dongchen are observing her abilities. She cannot shed a single tear here.

Shi Nuanyu did not take his hand, letting the blood drip from her arm to the ground. She walked out of the prison step by step, and walked to the Hall of Diligent Governance. She washed her hands, changed her clothes, and began to handle government affairs.

As an emperor, I have no right to shed tears.

Late at night, she returned to her palace and fell asleep at Zhenbao's prompting.

Now, she can be herself.

In the dead of night, a noisy commotion arose from the monarch's palace. Countless imperial physicians went in and out, but still received no good news.

Qinghe stood by the bedside, his gaze vacant, watching over the unconscious person on the bed.

"Nuan Nuan, don't go to sleep."

During the day, he escorted Nuannuan to the Hall of Diligent Governance and then went to handle affairs. When he returned to his bedchamber at night, the person on the bed was already unconscious, and no matter how he called out to her, it was no use.

"You're trying to scare me, Nuannuan. There are many beautiful sights and delicious foods waiting for you to see and eat outside the palace. Don't collapse here."

The imperial physician nervously took the pulse, but it was no different from that of a normal person, not like someone who was ill. He had never seen such a pulse before.

"This old minister is powerless to help; please forgive me, Imperial Preceptor."

More than a dozen imperial physicians said the same thing, and Qinghe felt a helpless disappointment.

"Go and find the imperial physician to take your pulse. If the imperial physician is not able to do it, go to the common people to find a doctor with excellent medical skills."

The imperial physician retreated in a state of great fear, and another waiting imperial physician stepped forward to take his pulse.

“What happened to Nuan Nuan? Zhen Bao rushed over and said that something happened to Nuan Nuan.”

Before seeing her, they heard her voice. Before even trying, Hua Lingyan rushed into the palace and ran to the bedside, calling out, "Nuan Nuan, Nuan Nuan, wake up! I've found some fun little things for you."

Without even trying to touch her hand, the person on the bed remained sound asleep, oblivious to everything.

Hua Lingyan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and she drew her sword and pressed it against Qinghe's neck.

"You didn't take good care of Nuannuan."

She had made a solemn promise and given him many days, but he still failed to take good care of Nuannuan.

Qinghe was speechless, letting the long sword press against his neck, helplessly gazing at his lover on the bed.

"Block the news. Anyone who dares to leak it will be killed."

Upon hearing this, all the palace maids and imperial physicians serving in the palace were too frightened to say a word. They had already witnessed the methods of the Southern Moon Imperial Preceptor and dared not offer the slightest resistance.

"This old minister is powerless to help."

One of the imperial physicians spoke out in terror, then trembled and retreated to a corner under the three horrifying gazes.

The group stayed until dawn. Halfway there, Shan Baiyu learned of the news and broke away from the main group to come alone. By the time he arrived, it was already noon.

Led by the eunuch, he arrived at the entrance of the sleeping quarters. Looking at the lifeless figures inside, he lost the courage to go in.

The cruel joke of fate was so ridiculous; it gave him hope only to bring him despair. He mustered his courage and walked to the bedside, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

It was nearly afternoon when Zhenbao, who had run to pick up the person, shouted loudly, followed by Yu Changfeng, Tao Huiyan, and Fusheng, who arrived late.

"Here he comes, Young Master Fu has arrived."

Upon hearing the name Fusheng, everyone in the room looked at him with pleading eyes. Fusheng dared not delay for a moment and went to the bedside to take his pulse.

Upon closer inspection, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. In disbelief, he switched hands, only to get the same result.

Yu Changfeng could no longer hold back, "The reason?"

Fusheng slowly uttered a few words, "The pulse is weak and unstable, and the soul is not at peace."

Before he could even finish speaking, he blurted out, "How can you, a doctor, utter such bizarre and superstitious words..."

His words came to an abrupt halt as he looked at the person on the bed in disbelief, and spoke with all his might.

"Nuan Nuan, has she left?"

“Nonsense,” Shan Baiyu denied, “Nuan Nuan is Nuan Nuan, where else could she go but here?”

She had said long ago that she was Shi Nuanyu, Princess Shi Nuanyu of Nanyue.

Tao Huiyan suppressed her heartache, "What if Nuannuan's personality has changed so drastically? What if she really isn't Nuannuan?"

No one changes their personality suddenly; they all saw her change.

A sudden fear gripped Qinghe's heart as he recalled the letter from yesterday.

"The emperor and empress left behind an edict of succession and mysteriously disappeared in the Nan Yue Palace. Eunuch Wang searched the entire palace but could not find them."

The Emperor and Empress have mysteriously disappeared; they only just learned of this momentous event.

Hua Lingyan suddenly looked up, “Secret passage.”

Qinghe shook his head. "There's no trace of it."

No one disappears mysteriously, and no one's soul becomes unstable inexplicably.

Fusheng withdrew his hand, trembling. "Go to Fuze Temple and ask the monks to come out of the mountains."

He was a doctor, but at this moment he believed in supernatural powers and spirits. As long as he could save the person, he was willing to give everything.

Treasure, who was weeping by the bedside, suddenly remembered the princess's words and took out the purse she always carried with her from her bosom.

"The princess said that if there is anything that cannot be resolved, just open your purse."

All seven looked at her. Qinghe reached out and took the pouches, opening them one by one. Inside were four slips of paper with the words: "O soul, return."

O soul, return! But whose soul is returning?
They dared not think about it, nor dared they guess.

Yu Changfeng commanded, word by word, "Everyone, step back."

The palace maids and imperial physicians who were serving the emperor looked at each other and walked out of the palace with their heads down.