"Junior Jiu, I'm sorry." Rong Yanran lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face clearly. "Even if you haven't gone to the battlefield, I won't marry you." She decided to be cruel to the end, "I love a man like Luo Ziheng and the Seventh Prince. To me, you are a confidant, a close friend, and a benefactor."

Murong Xuan, who had an ugly face, heard this and his expression turned gloomy again, while Murong An's heart, which had just been warmed, became cold again.

"I understand. Thank you, I'll do it myself." He did the final bandage himself, then went out decisively, went downstairs, and left, just trying to leave the best and most perfect self for her, for fear that he would lose control the next moment.

The loyal subordinate followed him not far or near, and Murong An repeatedly thought in his heart: Just give up like this? I'm so unwilling to accept it! Will all efforts disappear like this? If the Seventh Emperor knew the truth and knew that there was a brand new soul in his body, would he still treat you like this? Do you want to hide it from him for the rest of your life?...

Rong Yanran looked at the desolate and helplessness of his departure, leaned against Murong Xuan's shoulder with blame, "I'm sorry for him, hurt him so deeply, I don't want to do this, I really don't want to." He was so kind to himself, and even almost died for himself, but ended up with scars, "But I have no choice." She couldn't, nor did she want to chase after him, because that meant hope, and would rather make him feel ruthless and unrighteous, completely forget about himself, and whether he could not extricate himself in the swamp of pain.

Murong Xuan felt her warm tears hit her shoulders, and gently patted her back and comforted her: "It's okay, he will pass, he will figure it out." At this moment, only the heartache for Rong Yanran was left, and the tears that didn't care about her were shed for others.

After finally calming down, Murong Xuan sent her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then he didn't even return to his own palace and headed straight to the palace. He felt a little uneasy and only hoped that his father would give him a marriage quickly.

Rong Yanran chatted with her family, and then she used the excuse of being tired and going back to her room to rest. Her younger brother Rong Zecheng, who had been waiting for a long time, was unable to rely on her.

Rong Yanran returned to the house, took out the encyclopedia of the poison, carefully recalled the color and symptoms of the Ninth Prince's wound, and after quietly communicating with Master Zhang Jiren, he began to think about the antidote to remove his scars.

She wrote a few medicinal herbs with a pen, told her servants to take the medicine, and then carefully boiled it into an ointment for external application. In order to ensure it was effective, she also used Murong Xuan's relationship and decided to use it for the Ninth Prince after some death row prisoners secretly experimented to ensure safety and no side effects. It was fifteen days since she returned home. Murong Xuan saw that she was studying so carefully every day and boiling the medicine herself, her stomach was so sore and bubbled, and there was no reason to stop her.

Seeing that the task was finally completed, I felt so relieved. I wished I could send it to Murong An immediately, and I had no contact with him again. Unfortunately, Rong Yanran used very little ointment left during the experiment, and had to waste another day of effort to re-made it. He really didn't want to see her looking so focused because of another man, so he just went to beat two geese and raised them carefully, just waiting for the Zuo Prime Minister to come back.
Chapter completed!