The Female Lead Always Comes Around [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Two voices rang out simultaneously, startling the birds perched in the trees. The weather shifted abruptly; the entire Yan Yue Palace was shrouded in oppressive black clouds, heavy and suffocating.

Rong Xue knew that ordinary methods were useless for Ning Shu. Without hesitation, she scooped her up and carried her straight into the apothecary, then kicked the door closed behind them.

“Stay outside!” A group of senior elders would only get in the way.

Wu Yin stood in the corner, a guilty expression on his face, exuding an aura that clearly warned others to keep their distance.

Li Xiao held her breath, standing motionless at the doorway. Her brows furrowed tightly in anxiety, lips pale and pressed together, as if she could collapse at any second.

Rong Xue immersed Ning Shu in a medicinal bath, adding two pieces of ancient ginseng and a thousand-year Fire Lingzhi, then applied acupuncture to ease her pain.

Ning Shu’s bones were of the utmost Yin type, and her cultivation method leaned toward the Yin as well. The two extremely Yang substances reacted with the toxins in her body, slowing the poison but causing her agony beyond measure.

Sure enough, after a short while, Ning Shu’s brows knitted in pain, cold sweat streaming down her face like water.

“Hang on, Young Palace Mistress. You’ll gain control soon,” Rong Xue said, though she herself had no confidence. Previously, she could have suppressed the toxins this way, but Ning Shu had encountered a third poison, upsetting the balance between the first two. One misstep could trigger a deadly reaction.

Ning Shu’s body was already riddled with silver needles, and Rong Xue held the final one, hesitating.

This was a critical needle. Failure here…

Rong Xue dared not think further.

Seeing Ning Shu in such torment, her heart ached. She gritted her teeth and drove the needle into a crucial acupoint.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream echoed through the courtyard. Li Xiao flung open the apothecary door and rushed inside.

Rong Xue stood frozen, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The needle had failed. She had failed to save Ning Shu.

Li Xiao’s gaze fell on Ning Shu’s body, almost entirely wrapped in black markings, and she understood everything.

“Even you… couldn’t help her?” Her voice was calm, yet tears fell uncontrollably.

Rong Xue’s hands continued to shake. She looked dejected. “I… I thought I could…”

Li Xiao’s heart sank. Rong Xue, a renowned divine physician of the martial world, had failed; if she couldn’t save Ning Shu, no one could.

“Can you step outside? I want to be alone with Shu.”

At this moment, Li Xiao composed herself, her tone measured, her expression steady.

Rong Xue glanced at Ning Shu, no longer angry, and stepped out, collapsing the moment the door closed.

“Senior Sister!” Mo Shang quickly supported her, others rushing over.

Wu Yin pushed to the front, anxiously asking, “Young Palace Mistress, how is she?”

Rong Xue shook her head, then closed her eyes weakly.

Wu Yin stepped back, disbelief written all over his face. “Impossible! How could this happen? You said you could control the poison!”

Mo Shang was saddened too, but he retained his composure. “The poison in the Young Palace Mistress is incurable. It’s a miracle she held on this long. This is not Senior Sister’s fault.”

He carried Rong Xue away, leaving the others outside the apothecary in sorrow.

Li Xiao knelt beside Ning Shu, kissing her and whispering, “If I had known our time together was so short, I should have come to you sooner.”

“You know, I was ready to live and die with you, never imagining it would happen so soon… There’s still so much I wanted to say to you…”

“When I saw your suffering at the inn, I wanted to investigate, but I ran out of time. It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have had to endure this. I deserve to die!”

Li Xiao’s tears fell onto the brown medicinal bath, blending seamlessly.

“But it doesn’t matter. Down below, it’ll be the same. On the road to the underworld, you must wait for me I will come find you.”

Her eyes were swollen, bloodshot, yet she wiped her tears, wanting to show Ning Shu her best appearance.

She gently lifted Ning Shu from the bath, drying her, dressing her, and brushing her hair. Ning Shu looked peaceful, as if asleep.

“See? Beautiful. Even below, you’ll remain the most beautiful.”

Li Xiao placed her on the bed and, with a vacant gaze, cut her own wrist with a small knife.

“Life and death together, until the very end. Ning Shu, I’m here with you.”

Wu Yin couldn’t face such harsh reality and dared not enter. Tan Fan insisted on seeing the Young Palace Mistress one last time, pushing the door open.

“Chi Ji, come quickly!”

Tan Fan was timid; when facing problems, she always called for Chi Ji.

Chi Ji rushed in, seeing Tan Fan gravely standing by the bed.

Ning Shu lay quietly, seemingly asleep. Li Xiao clutched her hand tightly. Looking closely, one could see bl00d flowing from her wrist, though hidden by the red quilt.

“Is there really a bond that survives life and death?” Tan Fan murmured.

Chi Ji, not as sensitive, simply felt something was off.

“Doesn’t her complexion look… improving?”

Tan Fan shook his head, frowning. “No.”

Before they could discuss further, the door was kicked open. A powerful presence swept them aside like wind.

Yue Tang entered, seeing Ning Shu on the bed. “Why didn’t you come sooner?”

Chi Ji quickly explained, “The Young Palace Mistress wouldn’t let us disturb you. We thought she could hold on until you returned…”

Yue Tang’s cold gaze softened slightly. Checking Ning Shu’s pulse, he sealed her bl00d channels, then took a porcelain bottle from his pocket, holding it under her nose.

Li Xiao opened her eyes, turning painfully toward Ning Shu. “Let me go with her.”

Yue Tang disliked tears, especially now. “Die? You die ten times, my disciple will not die!”

He glanced at Li Xiao’s bleeding wrist. “Would you sacrifice your life for Ning Shu?”

Seeing Li Xiao’s genuine devotion, he nodded, confirming her willingness to give her life for Ning Shu.

“Good. Then the next step will be simpler.”

Yue Tang, usually stern, relaxed slightly. His lips curled faintly. He had seen that this girl was strong-willed, not meant to die young.

Tan Fan and Chi Ji, seeing the master’s smile, braced themselves, expecting chaos, yet Yue Tang simply instructed them to open the ice chamber and fetch his Bian Dao.

He explained: “We will perform a bl00d exchange.”