Having found a suitable successor before his imminent death, Hong Haoran was completely satisfied and died without regrets.
"Senior, don’t you want to see Miss Hong Xuan one last time?"
Feng Bailing thought of Hong Xuan in the cell.
Hong Haoran shook his head, he only hoped that through this, Hong Xuan could grow.
Feng Bailing sent people to find Lu Yin and Dugu.
"There’s one more thing, Senior Hong, I need to check your blood and Emperor Yongye’s blood first, blood transfusion isn’t something you can do arbitrarily."
"You also know about the Blood Demon?"
Hong Haoran was somewhat surprised.
The so-called Blood Demon was merely an ancient term.
Feng Bailing had also seen it in medical books long ago, the concept of blood transfusion already existed.
Some people could receive blood transfusions, but others could not—once transplanted, it could instead trigger death.
The ancients didn’t understand that this was due to different blood types, and thus called it the "Blood Demon."
"There is no such thing as a Blood Demon in the world, my master told me that the Blood Demon is actually just that everyone’s blood is different, just like there are differences between men and women, and between humans, animals, and trees. Only with the same blood type can transfusions happen, if blood types differ, they naturally reject each other."
Feng Bailing took out the blood testing paper.
After testing, she found that Hong Haoran was type O.
Once the test was done, Lu Yin and Dugu Wu also arrived.
Outside, there was a clamorous noise.
"Let us in. Why can Dugu Wu enter, but we cannot?"
That was Dongfang Li’s voice.
Li Qing and a few little eunuchs also walked in, they brought an Imperial Concubine’s couch; Hong Haoran glanced at Feng Bailing.
"Let no one be sad, life and death are but a dream. After I die, cremate my body and scatter my ashes in the river. I want to try a different method, to travel throughout the world."
With that, he closed his eyes.
Feng Bailing’s nose soured, Lu Yin turned his head away.
A handkerchief was handed over, and Feng Bailing met the man’s cold gaze.
Dugu Wu nodded at her.
Feng Bailing moved to Hong Haoran’s side, gave him some sleeping pills, and started the blood transfusion.
A day passed, and in the cell, Hong Xuan sat desolately.
Footsteps were heard, the stench of decay in the cell mixed with the fragrance of women’s makeup, inducing a nauseating feeling.
Nalan Yan’er ordered someone to open the cell door.
"Hong Xuan, you can leave."
Nalan Yan’er looked at Hong Xuan with icy eyes.
This woman had almost devastated her.
She had thought that her medical skills were brilliant, but it turned out she is merely a quack, who nearly poisoned Emperor Yongye to death.
"Where is Emperor Yongye?"
Hong Xuan was not without surprise; she too knew she had committed a capital offense.
"Feng Bailing saved him."
Nalan Yan’er said through gritted teeth.
Why was it always Feng Bailing.
"Honestly, did you collaborate with Feng Bailing to deceive me? You poisoned the Emperor, and Feng Bailing detoxified him, allowing her and the Dugu Wu couple to reap the benefits, letting Dugu Wu win back the Emperor’s favor?"
Nalan Yan’er spoke bitterly.
"Do you think everyone is as scheming as you?"
Hong Xuan saw through Nalan Yan’er now.
"What benefits did those two offer you, for even your father to be willing to risk his life to help them?"
Nalan Yan’er had also tried to win over Poison Dragon Villa, never succeeding.
Yet Hong Haoran had special regard for Dugu Wu, especially for Feng Bailing, not needing to lift a finger himself, instead letting Feng Bailing take the act, giving all the credit for saving Emperor Yongye to Feng Bailing.
A thought struck Hong Xuan like a thunderbolt.