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This was the best anesthetic drug ever, so the emperor wouldn't be in so much pain. "Seriously, why are we all so muddled that not a single one of us can remember that Qingluo has mandala on her body!"

As she spoke, she rushed over and took the mandala from Qingluo's bosom. "What do we do now? "Qingluo."

"You have to squash the mandala into a thick and sticky juice so that you can apply it onto the emperor's wounds. ZiRou, you have to increase your speed, if the emperor's blood continues to flow, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for long."

Although they had already tied up the wound, because it was too big, they couldn't stop the bleeding. But how much time would it take to turn it into juice? Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

However, Wang Zirou had already brought the mandala back to the emperor's side. "Your majesty, I apologize.

Wang Zirou took some water and rinsed her mouth, but before anyone could react, she stuffed the mandala into her mouth and chewed it quickly, until it crumbled. Then, she spat the juice onto the cotton blanket that she had just prepared, and pressed it onto the emperor's wound.

Wang Zirou held onto the Emperor's wound for about half an incense's time, then used her strength to hold on to the wound, which was obviously not enough.

Wang Zirou secretly clenched her teeth, and used the last bit of her strength on her hand. At least she closed the emperor's wound, and wrapped a piece of cloth around it.

In the middle of it, she shook her head a few times. Others may not have noticed, but the Emperor Luo Qingyue noticed that something was off about her.

When the Emperor said this, everyone turned to look at Wang Zirou, only to see him fall down right after tying up the cloth.

If not for Aunt Yan who had been helping them, hugging her right now, perhaps she would have fallen on the emperor's body. The emperor had just finished bandaging him up, so if they were to throw something good at him, then something really bad would happen.

"Girl, girl — —" Although the Aunt Yan carried her away, the emperor still anxiously sat up on the bed. He was dizzy, probably because he had lost too much blood, and staggered and fell backwards.

A personal guard quickly rushed to the bedside and supported the emperor. He pulled the bloody and wet cotton mattress over his head, and when he saw that the bed was dry, he helped the emperor lie down on his back.

The emperor was only dizzy and weak, but he was still conscious. "Your majesty, your majesty —" The room was in a state of chaos.

At this time, Qingluo had just finished bandaging an injured personal guard, and was also very tired. She could only turn her gaze towards her aunt, the Madame Jiang, who was also looking at her worriedly.

Although everyone was anxious for the Emperor's warmth, Madame Jiang was still paying attention to Qingluo. It was as if at this moment, Madam Wang had already pounced on the side of Aunt Yan and helped her daughter onto a soft bed.

"Let them calm down." When Qingluo spoke about it weakly, Madame Jiang guessed what she was thinking and understood it to be about the same, "Everyone, calm down first. Don't panic, don't panic."

Madame Jiang used all her strength to cover up the noise, causing everyone to quiet down. Looking at Madame Jiang, Madame Jiang turned her gaze towards Qingluo.

"Let's see if the emperor is alright first." Madame Jiang walked over to the bedside and saw that although the emperor was weak, he was mentally alright and was just a bit worried for Wang Zirou.

"Let's go see how the girl is doing. "Don't say that she's poisoned or something. Since Qingluo doesn't have any strength, you guys can help her get on the bed." The Emperor's orders were immediately carried out by someone.

Qingluo and Zou Rou, the two tough sisters, lay down on the soft couch. Qingluo held Zou Rou's wrist, adjusted her position, and took her pulse.

Everyone was looking at Qingluo. No one said anything as if something had happened outside. It was quiet, no one made a sound, and no one rushed over.

"It's just that he's unconscious, there shouldn't be any big problems. ZiRou just chewed the mandala and spat it out in time. She probably just swallowed some residue and didn't have any harm to her body, so she won't be unconscious for too long." Only then did everyone breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, our men were only injured, and none of them died. This is truly the blessing of the heavens." Lady Liu held her hands together in relief. After all, there were so many people gathered outside and it was a regular army. It was a miracle that she, a small group of people, could support it until now.

"This is thanks to these brave personal guards of the Emperor. They are the key to victory and this door will determine our life and death. Only by being able to hold this door will they be the true heroes."

Qingluo gave her guards a big thumbs up. The ladies were also grateful. The guards said they were just being dutiful and didn't have anything to praise.

Even the two guards by the door turned around and modestly said. After a short rest, everyone heaved a sigh of relief as Aunt Yan and the young palace maid brought everyone a cup of water.

There weren't that many cups, so everyone could only take turns using them. After you finish drinking, simply brushing them, the next person would use them again. At this moment, everyone didn't have to pay too much attention to this.

"It's a good thing that I still have this clear water. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to hold on." The ladies, who had not eaten for more than two days, were holding on.

After the intense battle, they didn't even notice their hunger. Now that they had stopped, everyone's stomach growled and gulped down two mouthfuls of alcohol, suppressing the sound.

"Normally, if things were like this in front of the empress dowager and the emperor, it'd be dishonorable. Right now, the empress dowager and emperor should forgive them a lot, but everyone really can't hold on."

The Madame Jiang half jokingly begged for mercy for the big guy. The empress dowager was also relieved that the emperor had been treated in time, and since she and the emperor hadn't had anything to eat for a day, they only managed to eat three meals out of the small amount left over.

"Speaking of disrespect, how could we still have someone who looks alike? We're all in the same boat now." Of course, with the empress dowager's words, the wives all looked at each other. There was no longer the look of a matriarch anymore.

At this moment, they were in a very sorry state. They quickly straightened out their clothes to make themselves look better, "Let me comb everyone's hair. People have to be in good spirits." Aunt Yan dragged everyone to the dressing table one by one.

He helped to comb everyone's hair. Even though they were very close to the corpses, they could not care less. Without combing their hair, the ladies took a mattress and spread it out on the ground. Everyone sat huddled together, able to take a break.

The empress dowager had been arranged to sit on a soft couch with Qingluo and Zou Rou. Although this didn't make sense, they couldn't care less. The wounded all found blankets and laid down side by side.

The guards were not so lucky. Without a mattress and a blanket, they could only sit on the ground, but the floor was covered with metal bricks and it was too cold. Aunt Yan made the palace maids flip over two or three old cloaks and capes.

He'd let them lay a cushion to prevent it from freezing again. If the guards lost their ability to fight, then there would be no guarantee for the safety of this house.

"We can't do this. We can't do this." Although she had used these clothes before, they were still the empress dowager's clothes. If these clothes were to be placed under her body, it would be a great loss of life for her.

The few of them refused to use it no matter what, when they suddenly heard the empress dowager say, "Yan'er, Wailing Home will reward you with this furry cloak. It's impossible to wear warm clothes on a cold day like this."

Aunt Yan immediately understood the empress dowager's intentions and quickly placed the cloak on himself. This was the way to go, the cloak was now his.

"Xiu Ling, I'll give you this Wailing Home Cloak. You can give it to whoever you want to."

"Xiuzhi, Wailing Home will reward you with this. Wailing Home will need to change into a few new clothes."

The three of them symbolically draped some clothes over their shoulders before patting them down. The personal guards gave them a thousand thanks and thanked the empress dowager and emperor for their kindness before sitting down together. As expected, it was much warmer now.

"What do you think this empress is doing? Why didn't she rush in all at once? How could she give us a chance to breathe?" One of his personal guards told the other.

"I think there's something wrong with them. Didn't they see how chaotic it was at the beginning of the retreat and how strangely quiet it was now?" The ladies were also speculating on the empress's intentions, wondering what she was up to.

"I think the empress doesn't want to wait any longer. Did they discuss how to break in all of a sudden?" Some of the ladies were too negative.

The Madame Jiang retorted, "I don't think so, they were suddenly so chaotic, and now that they are so quiet, they are obviously being suppressed. My guess is, something happened outside that we do not know about, could it be that we have obtained victory, and they are panicking?"

This was the first time they felt the joy of having victory right in front of them. Although they had always said that they would win, after all, such a large disparity didn't feel that it was real.

At this time, someone stood out and said, "We've already won, it's up to us." At this time, someone stood out and said, "We've already won, it's up to us."

"Pata ~ ~" A soft sound interrupted everyone's guesses. They turned around and saw a wooden frame in the window with a rope tied to it. The window then fell out and in a split-second, a person stood at the top of the tall window.

When Qingluo saw the person standing on the window, tears immediately welled up in her eyes. She made a silent gesture to the person in the room and quickly jumped down from the window, jumping up to the bed in a few steps.