With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

Nangong Wu thought to herself: If she insisted on having Feng Wushang prepare the medicine, it wouldn't be a good thing for him.

After all, in everyone's eyes, the imperial physicians' medical skills were the most authoritative.

If the Seven-Colored Lotus fails to revive the Seventh Prince, these people will shift all the blame onto Feng Wushang, which is a thankless and exhausting task.

Emperor Mingde looked at Feng Wushang, then at the Imperial Physician and the Deputy Imperial Physician, and finally believed the Imperial Physician.

"Ru Ning, hand over the Seven-Colored Lotus to the Imperial Physician! Don't worry, even if the medicine wasn't prepared by your people, I will remember your contribution."

"Alright! But I have to say something unpleasant upfront: if my people prepare the medicine, I guarantee there's a 70% chance they can save the Seventh Prince."

At this point, Nangong Wu turned her gaze to the head and deputy head of the academy, her eyes turning slightly cold. "I'd like to make a bet with these two head academies. Do you dare say you have a 70% chance of saving the Seventh Prince?"

If the Seventh Prince is entrusted to her and Feng Wushang for rescue, in addition to feeding him the Seven-Colored Lotus, she will also use the best medicine to purify his blood, which will increase his survival rate.

Upon hearing this, both the president and vice president took a step back. This was a matter of life and death, and they couldn't be sure of anything.

Seeing how cowardly these two were, the Crown Prince secretly glared at them.

Upon hearing this, Consort Shu became extremely excited and looked at Emperor Mingde, "Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince can be saved..."

When Nangong Chengkun heard her say that the Seven-Colored Lotus could revive the Seventh Prince, a look of determination flashed in his eyes as he looked at the small box.

"Sister Princess Runing, the Seven-Colored Lotus has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life. Anyone who prepares the medicine can save lives. I just want the Imperial Physician to prepare the medicine for better results."

After he finished speaking, he said to Emperor Mingde, "Your Majesty, I believe that having the Imperial Physician prepare the medicine will greatly enhance its efficacy, and Seventh Prince will be able to wake up sooner."

Emperor Mingde found his words reasonable; the Seven-Colored Lotus had the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life, and anyone who was given the medicine could be saved.

"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince is dying! Quickly, have them prepare the medicine!" Consort Shu looked at her son, who was barely breathing, and was extremely anxious.

"Ru Ning, give the Seven-Colored Lotus to the two Imperial Physicians to prepare the medicine!" Emperor Mingde said to Nangong Wu.

"Okay, but I have one condition." Nangong Wu's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Sister Princess Runing, my seventh brother is in critical condition. Getting medicine to save his life is the most important thing. I beg you, please don't ask for so much. Save him first." Nangong Chengkun looked very anxious for the seventh prince.

"Shut up!" Nangong Wu snapped at him, waiting for Emperor Mingde's reply.

Emperor Mingde's face darkened, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he still patiently asked, "What do you want?"

After all, she had gone to great lengths to find the Seven-Colored Lotus, so let her make a request.

"I can give them the Seven-Colored Lotus, but if they can't save the Seventh Prince, I'll take both of their lives." Nangong Wu pointed to the two academy envoys.

She noticed that Nangong Chengkun kept giving the two men meaningful glances, clearly indicating that they were in cahoots.

Upon hearing this, the two academy officials turned pale with shock and secretly glanced at Nangong Chengkun.

Nangong Chengkun's gaze suddenly turned sinister. "Sister Runing, what you're saying is a bit unreasonable, no..."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't guarantee it, then get lost." Nangong Wu's voice was icy.

Seeing that she showed him no respect, Nangong Chengkun's face twisted in anger.

But seeing the gaze directed at him by Emperor Mingde, he forcibly suppressed the violence in his heart, "Father, I am only worried about my seventh brother..."

"Uncle Emperor!" Nangong Wu interrupted the Crown Prince coldly, "The Seven-Colored Lotus is a rare find, something I searched for with great difficulty, sacrificing many lives in the process. Now, this is all that's left. Is it too much for me to make a request?"

"Ru Ning, prepare the Seven-Colored Lotus for the two Imperial Physicians." Emperor Mingde still chose the two Imperial Physicians. "If they cannot save the Seventh Prince, you can deal with these two men as you see fit."

The Crown Prince trusted the two academy officials and couldn't very well embarrass them in public; secondly, he saw that Nangong Wu was being aggressive towards the Crown Prince, and if he chose to believe her, she would disregard the Crown Prince even more in the future.

He believed that the Seven-Colored Lotus had the miraculous power to bring the dead back to life, and that it could save the Seventh Prince by being given the medicine to anyone.

"Okay." Nangong Wu opened the small box, revealing seven small petals of different colors inside, and a pleasant fragrance wafted out.

"Uncle Emperor, this is the real Seven-Colored Lotus. Please take a look first, in case something happens later and someone says my Seven-Colored Lotus is fake." She handed the small box to Emperor Mingde.

Nangong Chengkun wants the Seventh Prince's life, so he can't possibly be genuinely trying to save him. Their real purpose is most likely the Seven-Colored Lotus.

"Hmm." Emperor Mingde carefully examined the seven small petals, put the lid back on, and handed it to the chief envoy.

"Quickly take it to prepare medicine; you must save the Seventh Prince."

"Your humble servant obeys the decree." The chief envoy accepted the small box, his hands trembling slightly.

If the Seventh Prince can't be saved, won't they all die?

But thinking of what the Crown Prince had said to them before, they felt a little more at ease.

No matter how great Nangong Wu's achievements are, what does it matter? The Crown Prince is the heir apparent, second only to the emperor.

As long as the Crown Prince protects them, Nangong Wu can't do anything to them.

"Your Majesty, the Seven-Colored Lotus still needs to be crushed and mixed with other medicines. Your humble servant will go and prepare the medicine now." The Imperial Physician took the small box and withdrew.

Nangong Chengkun stood there for a while, then followed him out.

Nangong Wu watched his retreating figure, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Looking at the dying seventh prince on the bed, she felt a deep sadness in her heart.

His life is probably beyond saving.

Time passed little by little...

Emperor Mingde paced anxiously back and forth in the room as he watched the Seventh Prince's face grow increasingly dark.

Consort Shu was also very anxious.

About fifteen minutes later, the two deans returned.

Emperor Mingde hurriedly asked, "Have you prepared the medicine yet? Quickly give it to the Seventh Prince."

"It's ready." The chief physician handed a medicine bowl to Emperor Mingde.

Emperor Mingde didn't look at it and said directly, "Now that the medicine has been prepared, give it to the Seventh Prince quickly."

"Yes!" The abbot ran to the Seventh Prince's bedside.

Nangong Wu glanced at the medicine bowl; the medicine had been ground into a green, sticky paste.

"Wait!"

Her icy voice made the abbot's hand tremble slightly.

"Princess Runing, have you figured something out?" Consort Shu was most worried about her son and also afraid that something might have gone wrong with the medicine.

Everyone in the room looked at Nangong Wu.

Nangong Chengkun's eyes darkened. "Sister Runing, what are you up to now? Seventh Prince's condition is extremely critical. Feed him the medicine as soon as it's ready."

"This medicine doesn't contain any Seven-Colored Lotus at all," Nangong Wu said, making a startling statement.

"What?" Emperor Mingde's face immediately darkened, and he snatched the medicine cup, but he couldn't tell whether it was real or fake.

"Nangong Wu, you didn't even look at the medicine before saying there was no Seven-Colored Lotus in it. What exactly are you trying to do?" Nangong Chengkun was somewhat embarrassed and angry.