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“ Dove Wine.”
The Empress spoke without hesitation. After so many years of genuine feelings, this was the reason she received, this was the outcome. Even though her heart had grown cold towards Song Yang, she still asked, “Is it he who wants me dead?”
The Regent answered firmly, “Yes.”
He had come prepared, and soon his attendants brought a cup of Dove Wine to her.
She stared at the colorless, tasteless poison and suddenly seemed to realize something, pushing the Dove Wine away.
The wine spilled on the ground, releasing white vapor. She exclaimed, “It’s impossible! If he wanted to kill me, he could have done so when I attempted to assassinate you that day!”
“Force it down her throat.” The Regent’s expression turned cold as he ordered another cup of wine to be brought forth.
Two guards stepped forward to restrain her, pouring the Dove Wine into her mouth, even forcing it into her nasal passages.
She choked and could not even cough; blood soon trickled from the corners of her mouth as she fell into darkness.
The Regent watched the body collapse before him and smiled with a sense of relief.
However, as he turned and stepped through the door, his smile faded. A knife was pressed against his neck, and countless arrows were aimed at him. One person stood face to face with him, their gaze colder than ice or sharp arrows.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Yang sitting beside her. She smiled coldly and said, "You actually saved me?"
Seeing her awake, Song Yang revealed a faint smile and said, "Now the whole world knows that the current Empress Dowager has been harmed by rebels, and her life or death is uncertain. If you want to escape the palace, this is a good opportunity. I have been managing affairs outside the palace for many years, enough to ensure your comfort."
"I never knew that the skilled Imperial Physician Song also understood the art of resurrection," the Empress Dowager replied with a half-smile.
"My old subordinates are lurking beside the Regent and took the chance to switch the medicine," Song Yang explained.
"After all, you are my woman. Could I just stand by and watch you die?" he added.
The Empress Dowager retorted, "Song Yang, what if I had chosen White Silk? Are you so confident that I could survive leaving the palace?"
A flash of pain crossed Song Yang's eyes as he said, "If you had chosen White Silk... and I came too late, I would have followed you to the grave."
Her heart momentarily stopped at his words, but the slight touch of emotion could not quell the growing hatred within her. She scoffed, "Like a mantis stalking a cicada while a yellow oriole lies in wait. You would give up your position just for a woman?"
Seeing Song Yang fall silent, she continued, "Is it guilt that holds you back? Because of your father, my the Gu Family was exterminated, leaving me as an orphan? Because of your father, I was forced to marry Late Emperor and become the Empress Dowager, trapped in this palace? Song Yang, I will not go with you as you wish. I will stay here to remind you every moment of what you have done to me. I will make sure you feel guilty until your dying breath."
Song Yang's expression froze, and the atmosphere turned cold. Suddenly, he smiled and broke the tension. "Very well, this is your choice." He picked up the Famed Sword placed aside and prepared to leave.
In anger, her blood surged; she climbed out of bed and snatched the sword from him. "What are you going to do? Go kill the Young Emperor?"
Seeing that Song Yang did not answer and was about to walk away, she felt a surge of urgency. The sword was drawn swiftly; its sharp edge flashed as it pierced through flesh and bone, instantly staining her robe red.
She looked at her hands in disbelief, her eyes wide open.
Song Yang still smiled, even though his face was as pale as paper.
A faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, and his peach blossom eyes carried a sense of sorrow: "I had thought that if you were still the Empress Dowager, I would conquer the lands for you, fighting to the death without rest. You hate me? You might as well hate me a little more; who knows, I might die on the battlefield wrapped in my horse's hide, and that could earn you a legacy of brilliance.
The war at the borders is indeed urgent. If I am to be your capable general, how can I linger here? My father owes your family a life, and it is my duty to repay that debt."
A sense of foreboding rose in her heart: "Song Yang, you are not allowed to leave. I command you not to go."
After all, the poisoned wine had taken its toll. After she had stabbed him with a sword, she was already at her limit, helplessly watching him pull the blade from his body, blood pouring out, and then decisively walk away without looking back.
Once her strength returned slightly, she forced herself up from the couch and chased after him. But just as she reached the door, a crowd shouted "Long live the Empress Dowager," blocking her way.
When she looked up again, there was no sign of Song Yang anywhere.
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