Can't Be Saved

Lu Fenying kicked him aside and fell on the bed. He knew that the elixir was useless. Mo Qian'er was dead.

Someone who had stopped breathing couldn't be saved.

Why didn't he give her the elixir at the beginning? Why did he go look for the witch doctor?!

Why didn't he heed Gu Bailu's words? Why did he doubt her?

Mo Qian'er was dead?

Was she really dead?

Mo Qian'er, who had Dragon Spirit Blood, was really dead?

Lu Fenying didn't believe it. He got up and grabbed her wrist, but there was no pulse.

Dead, she was really dead.

Lu Fenying looked at Mo Qian'er's swollen face, which seemed to be telling him, "Didn't you say I would become a ghost in the crown prince's house? You got your wish."

No… That wasn't what he wanted. He never wanted her to die.

Lu Fenying sat by the bed and stared at Mo Qian'er in a daze. He held her cold hand, which was full of scars that she had inflicted on herself.