Luo Zitian understood clearly. Murong Xuan was standing on Rong Yanran's side no matter what. Unless she was willing, she would not make things difficult for her.

Rong Yanran's head buzzed for a while. It turned out that Murong Xuan had spent so much verbal talk, and his real purpose was to get his blood. His chest was like a stone pressing down, and he was so overwhelmed.

But Rong Yanran still asked Murong Xuan with a hint of expectation, with a trembling voice: "Is the purpose of calling me here to get my blood?"

Murong Xuan felt her eyes staring at him, burning his back, but he didn't dare to look back at her. Those clear trusted eyes would make him unable to make him feel cruel, "Yan'er, it only takes a little."

Rong Yanran's sense of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and she suddenly said hard: "What if I don't want to give it?" Didn't he say that he would stand on his side? Didn't he say that he could give up everything in order to love him? But now, he doesn't even have the most basic trust in her. Then it's obviously not Ninghan Du!

"Yan'er, I'm sorry." Murong Xuan's voice was not high, but it still came into her ears very clearly.

Rong Yanran held back the tears that burst out from her eyes and smiled with red eyes: "No need for the prince to fight with Guard Luo, I will do it myself."

There was a bowl on the table, and it seemed that it had been prepared for her. Rong Yanran silently took the bowl, cut her arm, and carefully dripped the blood into the bowl, so as not to waste her blood. There was no one to rely on in this palace, so she should cherish herself even more.

"You forced me, I hope you don't regret it." Rong Yanran's voice was filled with the pleasure of revenge, leaving behind the blood that had not been under the bowl just now, and she left without hesitation. She found a clean cotton cloth and covered her injured arm.

Not long after walking out of the door, Rong Yanran's tears couldn't help but shed. It was all my fault. He knew that he couldn't like her, but he had a Luo Ziheng who loved him so much, but he still couldn't control his heart. Because of his liking and trust, the pain he gave was the most fatal. This is retribution!

When Murong Xuan saw her leaving resolutely, he didn't muster up the courage to chase her because he didn't know how he should explain it. In fact, he was in a state of confusion now. Yuqing was obviously a symptom of Ninghan poison, but Yan'er said that she was not poisoned. From the bottom of his heart, he tended to say the truth.

A maid hurriedly brought the boiled medicine in. Luo Zitian saw that he hurriedly took it over, picked up the blood from the bowl and was about to pour it in. Murong Xuan suddenly shouted: "Let's wait!"

Luo Zitian glanced at him impatiently and heard Murong Xuan say, "Why do I think this matter is not that simple? Even Zhang Jiren praised Rong Yanran's medical skills. She didn't know how to use her blood at first, and she was very serious about treating Qing'er..."

"Enough, I only know that the same method and the same blood will detoxify your poison." Luo Zitian no longer hesitated and dripped the blood into the medicine soup. He gently and carefully fed Miao Yuqing to drink it. Murong Xuan just watched quietly.

Not long after drinking the medicine soup, Miao Yuqing's cold body gradually became warmer. She slowly opened her eyes and screamed in a crying voice: "Brother Zitian."
Chapter completed!