Kael’s expression changed dramatically. He stared at me, his eyes filled with bewilderment, then fear, finally transforming into an angry accusation: “Lyra, what game are you playing now?!”
Outside, the sky had already darkened. I knew my fate had reached its end.
I said: “Your Majesty, I am dying.”
“I forbid it!”
Kael still wanted to threaten me with my child’s remains, but he suddenly couldn’t speak.
He saw blood oozing from my seven orifices, staining the entire bedsheet crimson.
Outside the window, peach petals drifted in on the wind.
He also saw the red rashes beneath my collar and sleeves.
His trembling gaze returned to my face, finding my eyes forever closed.
I hadn’t even said a final goodbye to him.
Kael stood there, bewildered and helpless.
He tried to convince himself that I was merely asleep, but with so much blood, he could no longer
deceive himself.
He finally reacted, his voice hoarse and roaring:
“Guards! Summon the royal healers!”
After all these years, it was the first time he had summoned royal healers to personally diagnose me when I was injured.
Instead of merely dismissing me with a random bowl of medicine.
Speaking of which, those medicines had indeed been remarkably effective.
Each time, they pulled me back from the brink of death, and my wounds healed at an incredible rate.
Sadly, these were all mere illusions.
The royal healer, after taking my pulse, immediately knelt on the ground, begging for forgiveness.
“Reporting to Your Majesty, the former Princess’s body is utterly drained of vital essence. This humble servant can do nothing more.””
Kael was enraged: “Nonsense!”
“I have given her so many nourishing tonics over the years! Ginseng, snake gall, even centuries-old spirit ganoderma! How could she be drained of vital essence?”
“Are you all conspiring to deceive me?!”
3:57 pm
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The royal healer repeatedly knocked his head against the ground. “This humble servant would not dare deceive Your Majesty! Every word I speak is true!”
*Clang!*
A nearby table was overturned by Kael. His eyes were icy cold as he spoke, each word distinct:
“Have every healer in the Royal Healing Hall come here! If you cannot save her, you will all accompany Princess Serene to her grave!”
Serene was my royal title.
It carried my King and Queen Mother’s deepest wish for me: a life of peace and serenity, free from
worry.
But my life, from beginning to end, had been anything but tranquil.
I still remembered that day in the Shadowfen Thicket, when Kael was ambushed and left gravely wounded and unconscious.
I carried him on my back, stumbling step by step, trapped by the mist in the forest, unable to find m way out or any food.
I could only feed him my own blood.
At my most desperate, I encountered an Elder Healer passing through.
He said he possessed a potent elixir that could raise the dead and mend broken bones, capable of saving Kael’s life.
I knelt, filled with desperate hope, begging him for it, saying I was willing to pay any price.
The Elder Healer looked at me, then took out a pouch.
“I seek neither gold nor silver, nor power or status. I only ask that you test a new poison for me.”
