His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Wen Zhixia and Gu Jinzhi also arrived and were waiting in the outer room.

Yan Qing leaned against the door frame, his eyes red-rimmed. He wanted to go in and see what was happening, but he was afraid of causing trouble.

Feng Mian, heavily pregnant, also came.

Yuan Zhao, Lu Jin, Han Xiao, and the others were all guarding outside.

When Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu arrived, they overheard the imperial physician's panicked words from inside the room: "She's not breathing anymore."

The door was pushed open, and everyone only saw a figure flash before their eyes.

Yan Qing rubbed his eyes and looked at Yuan Zhao and the others: "What went in like that?"

The group shook their heads, then realized what was happening and quickly looked into the doorway, their faces lighting up with surprise.

"It really is His Majesty and the Empress who have returned!"

in the room.

Ya Zi lay lifeless on the bed, her face as white as paper, her lips bluish-purple, and her chest not rising or falling at all.

The gauze that had just been changed on my waist and abdomen was soaked with blood again.

A vibrant red expanse, shocking to the eye.

Luo Ming stood by the bed, still holding half a ginseng slice in his hand, his fingers trembling.

He tried everything, feeding him most of the rare medicinal herbs that the Empress had given him, but Ya Zi's pulse was getting weaker and weaker, to the point that he could hardly feel it.

When everyone saw Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu enter the room, they gasped.

After a moment of stunned silence, they hurriedly tried to bow, but were stopped by Feng Xingyu, and no one dared to move again.

Luo Ming came to his senses and immediately told Mo Sangyu about Ya Zi's condition, the treatments given, and the medications used.

Mo Sangyu remained silent, her expression tense as she examined Ya Zi's injuries.

The results of the examination were more serious than she had expected.

There was almost no heartbeat, no pulse, and even the body temperature was slowly dropping.

That's too late.

We had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

Without further hesitation, Mo Sangyu flipped his wrist, and two syringes appeared in his palm.

The syringe was transparent, and the liquid inside shimmered with a silvery light.

She removed the needle cap, located the side of Ya Zi's neck, and inserted the needle.

After pushing one in, they switched to another, inserting it slowly into his chest.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The room was extremely quiet.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Mo Sangyu's movements and the person on the bed, all wanting to see if the strange potions the Empress had given could really bring someone back from the dead.

In the minds of these imperial physicians, Ya Zi was practically a dead man.

It's impossible to save him.

But no one dared to say it.

As time goes by, little by little, it all passes.

The person on the bed did not move at all, and there was no rise or fall of their chest.

The gauze on his waist and abdomen stopped bleeding, and his hands hung limply by the bedside, stiff as a withered branch.

The miracle did not occur.

The room was eerily quiet, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Everyone understands this.

Yazi is dead.

However, His Majesty and the Empress were keeping watch quietly, and the others could only stay here with them, not daring to make a sound.

"Where's Brother Ya Zi?"

Just then, a clear voice came from outside the door, tinged with anxiety and unease: "Don't stop me, I need to find Brother Ya Zi!"

It was Mo Sangwan.

Yan Qing and his companions were frantically trying to stop it, but to no avail. Several of the palace maids who served him were so anxious that they were almost in tears.

"I want Brother Ya Zi, let me go!"

"Miss Wan."

Feng Mian, her belly protruding, walked over, took Mo Sangwan's hand, and gently patted it: "Miss Wan, be good. Brother Ya Zi is resting. He's very tired. You can't disturb him, otherwise he'll feel unwell. When he wakes up, let him come to you, okay?"

"But he's been asleep for a long time."

Mo Sangwan sobbed as she looked at Feng Mian: "Does he not like Wanwan anymore, so he's not seeing her?"

No.

Feng Mian's eyes immediately reddened, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears. She turned away to wipe them, then turned back and said softly, "Brother Ya Zi likes Wan Wan the most, but Wan Wan should be good and let Brother Ya Zi rest well. Let's go back to the palace first, okay?"

After saying that, Feng Mian gestured to the palace maid to come and take Mo Sangwan away quickly.

Mo Sangwan looked back every few steps, her eyes filled with grievance, but in order not to disturb Ya Zi's rest, she suppressed her unease and obediently followed the palace maid back.

Feng Mian, who was pregnant, couldn't bear to see such a separation of life and death. She turned around and threw herself into Yan Qing's arms, crying her heart out, but dared not make a sound.

Yan Qing held her in his arms, gently patting her back, his own eyes reddening.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He kept muttering to himself, it was unclear whether he was comforting Feng Mian or himself.

As long as His Majesty and His Majesty do not give up, there is still hope.

Yuan Zhao and the others stood aside, looking at the half-closed door, silently praying for Ya Zi.

Hopefully, he can escape this calamity.

But soon, hope was dashed.

From inside the room came Luo Ming's low, hoarse, and sorrowful voice: "Your Majesty... Ya Zi... he's gone."

He used almost all the strength in his body to say those words.

In all his years as a doctor, he had witnessed countless deaths, but never before had he felt so breathless as he did today.

Mo Sangyu sat in front of Ya Zi's bed, as if she hadn't heard Luo Ming's words.

She recalled the first time she saw Yazi in the Colosseum.

He wanted to live, and his bravery and ruthlessness in his life-or-death struggle with Meng Hu impressed her greatly, so she immediately decided to take him away.

But I never expected it to end like this.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulder, offering silent comfort without urging her to hurry.

Mo Sangyu sat there, and no one dared to leave, nor did anyone dare to forcibly declare that Ya Zi was dead.

After mentioning it briefly, Luo Ming stopped talking.

Everyone waited silently, staying by their side.

Time passed slowly, yet also very quickly.

Before we knew it, it was getting late.

Apart from Feng Mian being sent back by Yan Qing, Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia going to handle state affairs, the rest of the people did not leave.

Nearly two hours have passed since Mo Sangyu returned.

The medication she received didn't have any effect.

Ya Zi appeared to be dead, but only Mo Sangyu knew that his soul had never left his body.

This is why Mo Sangyu has been holding on and refusing to give up.

Although she didn't understand what was going on, she had a premonition.

Yazi, perhaps there is still hope for survival.

Another incense stick later, the imperial physicians were really exhausted. They hadn't had a drop of water all day, and now they were dizzy and their legs were weak.

Some people were secretly rubbing their knees, while others were leaning on the corner of a table, their faces turning pale.

But His Majesty was still standing there, so who dared to say a word of tiredness?

Luo Ming is also about to reach his limit.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, his lips chapped and cracked, his complexion not much better than the person in the bed.

The thought that he couldn't save Ya Zi was like a dull knife, constantly cutting into his heart.

He recalled the medical books the Empress gave him, the prescriptions he studied day and night, and the grand pronouncements he made.

They even said they wanted to open a medical school to save more people.

But now, he couldn't even save his own brothers.

Luo Ming was deeply affected.

His medical skills are still far from sufficient.

"You guys go back first." Finally, Mo Sangyu spoke.

The imperial physicians felt as if they had been granted a pardon and were all about to turn around and take their leave.

But just then, Ya Zi's fingers, which were hanging by the bedside, suddenly twitched.

Feng Xingyu was the first to notice, and thought he had seen wrong, his heart filled with surprise.

His hand slid down from Mo Sangyu's shoulder and landed on the back of her hand, giving it a light squeeze.

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, but Feng Xingyu didn't speak. He just gestured with his eyes, letting her see for herself.

When she looked down, she noticed that Ya Zi's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.

He reacted?

Mo Sangyu suddenly stood up, her gaze falling on Ya Zi's chest.

Something was subtly undulating in that deathly stillness.

It was very light and shallow, like the wind blowing across a lake, creating ripples.

Mo Sangyu reached out and touched Ya Zi's neck.

There is a slight pulsation under the fingertip.

Very weak, very slow.

It is definitely pulsating.

"Luo Ming," Mo Sangyu called out.

The commotion startled the imperial physician who had just reached the door, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Luo Ming leaned against the wall and saw her standing in front of the bed. Thinking she was about to say something, he quickly went over.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the person on the bed was...

"My God! Has it come back to life?"

How could someone who has been dead for over an hour, with no pulse or breath, possibly...?

As a doctor, this statement is unprofessional.

Luo Ming was utterly shocked.

His pupils constricted repeatedly, he couldn't believe his eyes, he rubbed them again and again.

It's not an illusion.

He quickly grabbed Ya Zi's wrist and pressed his fingers on his pulse point.

Once, twice, three times.

His heart started pounding, faster and faster, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

"There's a pulse?"

Luo Ming's voice was hoarse and unlike his own, and his eyes were terribly red: "There really is a pulse!"

Upon hearing this, the imperial physicians were taken aback for a moment, and then they all gathered around.

Some people reached out to examine Ya Zi's neck, some listened to his heartbeat, and some touched his hands.

Everyone was talking at once, creating complete chaos.

But everyone saw it: Ya Zi really did miraculously come back to life!

Everyone assumed that it was Mo Sangyu's medicine that had worked, but Mo Sangyu knew very well that it wasn't.

She couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

Mo Sangyu looked at Feng Xingyu, who also had doubts in his eyes. He vaguely guessed a possibility.

"Is it the Heart of the Secret Realm?"

"The Heart of the Secret Realm!"

The couple spoke almost simultaneously.

The Heart of the Secret Realm resides within Mo Sangyu.

She sat on the edge of the bed, very close to Ya Zi.

This guess was quickly confirmed.

"What heart?" Everyone else was immersed in shock and surprise, but Luo Ming vaguely heard a sentence, but he didn't understand it.

"Luo Ming, you see everyone out first."

Mo Sangyu said, "You've all worked hard guarding this place for so long, go back and rest."

Hearing this, the imperial physicians, though already refreshed and no longer tired, all wanted to stay and continue examining the concubines. However, since the Empress had spoken, they dared not disobey and were thus "sent" out by Luo Ming.

As they walked to the door, they couldn't help but look back, muttering things like "This is amazing."

Outside the door, Yuan Zhao and the others faintly heard Doctor Luo say something about "resurrection of the corpse." They were in a hurry to go in when they bumped into the imperial physicians.

"Dr. Luo, what's going on? How is Ya Zi?"

The previously dormant spirits of everyone were rekindled with a small flame.

"Resurrected corpse"... does that mean it's alive again?

"Don't come in."

Luo Ming had just seen the imperial physician off when he saw Yuan Zhao and the others about to barge in. He felt a headache coming on and quickly reached out to stop them.

"Don't worry, Ya Zi shouldn't die. Her Majesty told everyone to go back and rest, and to come see him later when he's more alert."

Upon hearing this...

The group breathed a long sigh of relief.

It has to be the Empress.

They thought they were going to die from such a dangerous injury, but they actually survived.

The group looked excited.

However, they all obediently went back for the time being.

The room fell silent, leaving only Mo Sangyu, Feng Xingyu, and Luo Ming.

Mo Sangyu took out the brocade box from her sleeve and took out a jade stone about the size of a thumb from inside.

The jade is silvery-white all over, with iridescent light flowing inside.

Luo Ming's eyes widened when he saw the jade.

"This... is that... heart?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu casually agreed and slowly brought the jade closer to Ya Zi, placing it on his waist and abdomen.

The halo within the jade seemed to be attracting something.

Although Ya Zi had a heartbeat and pulse, his wounds showed no signs of healing.

Is it because the time was too short?

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu observed for a moment, then, as if remembering something, spoke in a deep voice: "This thing can revive spiritual veins and make all things grow, so it may have the ability to regenerate. But think about it, Rong Huaijin's injuries all need medicine, and there's also Mother's injury, which has been healed for so many years..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was very clear.

The Heart of the Secret Realm can preserve a person's heart meridian, preventing them from dying.

But those injuries still need to be healed slowly.

"It's already very good."

Mo Sangyu looked down at Ya Zi and let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Being alive is the most important thing. Injuries can heal slowly, as long as you're alive, that's enough."

She pressed the jade stone in her hand closer to Ya Zi's chest, hoping he would absorb more spiritual energy.

The iridescent light within the jade swirled even faster, as if drawn by something, rushing outwards in a frenzy.

But Ya Zi's body seemed unable to withstand this force. His brows suddenly furrowed, becoming more and more tightly furrowed. He let out a low groan and his whole body began to convulse.

Mo Sangyu was startled and quickly removed the jade.

"Half of the Heart of the Secret Realm can support a small secret realm, which is beyond the capacity of an ordinary cultivator's body."

Feng Xingyu patted her shoulder and said softly, "Ayu, don't be too hasty."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

She forgot about that.

Lately, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I often feel like my brain can't keep up with my thoughts.

Fortunately, after the jade was removed, Ya Zi's twitching gradually stopped, but his brows were still furrowed and his breathing was rapid, as if he had just finished a long run.

Feng Xingyu reached out and took the brocade box, then opened it.

Mo Sangyu put the jade back and closed the lid.

With the box separating them, most of the immense power was finally suppressed, leaving only wisps of spiritual energy seeping out from the gaps and gently covering Ya Zi's body.

His brows slowly relaxed, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Luo Ming stood to the side, completely bewildered.

What what is this?

What are they saying?

Yazi survived because of that small stone?

Also, could the mother His Majesty mentioned who is recuperating be Consort Yun, who has been dead for more than ten years?

Luo Ming was completely dumbfounded.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, could you please consider my feelings when you chat? Could you please speak in a way that I can understand?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and smiled, "I told you to go and brew the medicine. The medicine you took before wasn't absorbed, but it should be fine now."

"..."

Luo Ming sighed, resignedly turned and left.

Two days later.

Ya Zi was completely out of danger and regained consciousness.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu went to examine Shen Hanzhou's body and discovered a major problem.

Mo Sangyu had already noticed this problem with Ya Zi before, but it was even more obvious now.

"This wound is extremely insidious and sinister; this person is probably no good."

"It seems we've encountered another formidable opponent."