His skin began to turn black, and his voice became choppy and incomplete.

Those out-of-focus children's eyes suddenly lit up again, with the excitement of a baby:

"Caomin... Zhang Zhongliang... pays homage to... Your Majesty..."

"You are not a commoner, you are a hero."

Han Dongwen raised his sword.

"I will send you away."

"It's...the emperor...thank you...your majesty..."

Zhang Zhongliang tried his best to stand up straight, as if he had regained consciousness at the last moment of his life.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

"I will send you away."

Snow falls on the blood-stained sword body.

The sword has penetrated Zhang Zhongliang's chest.

His body slid down weakly from Han Dongwen's body and was quickly lifted onto a shelf by officers and soldiers.

"A rich burial."

Han Dongwen said softly: "Leave the sword and get it again."

Zhang Zhongliang was taken away, and a new sword was presented to Han Dongwen.

…

…

This happened overnight.

The time for testing the medicine can only be one night.

At dawn, it’s time to stop.

Han Dongwen was still standing quietly in the winter night, and the white feather cloak on his body had been dyed dark red.

No one moved, everyone stood like this all night.

Thirteen people have failed.

The sword has been replaced thirteen times.

Everything passed through Han Dongwen's hands.

No one spoke anymore, I just hoped that the damn sun in the east would come out later, and even later.

This long night was full of silent moments.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

Han Dongwen immediately raised his head and looked forward.

His hand suddenly loosened, and the fourteenth sword fell to the ground.

"It's done! It's done!"

It was Chi Hanqing's already hoarse voice.

Didn't she spend this night in tears?

In the low room, the fourteenth patient was just lying down, his fever subsided.

Chi Hanqing, who was already a little numb, wiped away her tears in disbelief and quickly used magic to check her pulse.

It’s done.

Found it.

It's true!

She stood up abruptly, pushed open the door of the small room, and shouted the news of success.

The first thing he saw was Han Dongwen, whose body was covered in blood and his shoulders were covered with flying snow.

So she ran over, completely disregarding her dignity.

Concubine Chi, whose face was full of tears, and Han Dongwen, whose royal clothes were stained with blood.

Perhaps the scene that should have appeared on the night of the rebellion and regicide is worth a thousand words now.

After all, it is not the tears of resentment and the blood of a foolish king.

The light pierced the dusk of the night, and the golden thread of sunlight was outlined on the top of Bailan Mountain.
Chapter completed!