Mo Yulin acted quickly. After personally administering the medicine to He Xiaoyu, he rushed to find the Eighth Princess.
Postponing a wedding scheduled for two months later to just seven days from now was not an easy task, even for ordinary families, let alone royalty.
However, the Eighth Princess was the Emperor's most beloved daughter. With her intervention and Ji Quansi's assistance, the matter became much simpler.
The only difficulty was finding a plausible reason to convince the Eighth Princess.
Li Yueshu did not participate in these affairs, continuing to immerse herself in research within the space.
She did not want to witness He Xiaoyu die before her eyes, yet felt powerless.
...
It was unclear what reason Mo Yulin used, but the Eighth Princess actually took the initiative to request Emperor Qingyan to advance the wedding date to seven days later.
Ruijing became lively overnight, and Mo Yulin, the soon-to-be groom, naturally had many obligations.
However, he claimed to be unwell and closed his doors to visitors, confining himself to the Mo family courtyard.
Mo Yulin had been frail since childhood; this was common knowledge, so no one suspected anything.
But no one knew that at this very moment, Mo Yulin was at the residence where Li Yueshu and the others were staying, trailing behind He Xiaoyu and addressing her as "sister."
He Xiaoyu was as if fully recovered, her complexion rosy, her breathing stable, and she could even walk.
Because of his supposed "illness," Mo Yulin never had to show his face, spending almost every day with He Xiaoyu.
Perhaps sensing that he would finally marry his sister and escape Ruijing, Mo Yulin's mood was better than ever, and even He Xiaoyu's smiles carried a hint of relaxation.
Mo Yulin was a shrewd individual. To prevent any slip-ups, only He Xiaoyu, Li Yueshu, and Qin Moyuan knew the truth.
Li Yueshu practically toiled day and night in the space, with dark circles under her eyes, pale lips, and a gaunt appearance, looking utterly disheveled.
In this state, she naturally avoided Mo Yulin, fearing he might discover something amiss.
Everything seemed calm, even progressing in a positive direction.
In a blink of an eye, it was the sixth day.
Tomorrow was Mo Yulin and the Eighth Princess's wedding day, and He Xiaoyu's last chance. Li Yueshu dared not delay any further.
Unaware of anything, Mo Yulin happily brought a wedding dress, asking Mother Mo to help carry it, and presented it to He Xiaoyu.
He Xiaoyu was drinking milk tea from Li Yueshu's space when she saw the bright red wedding dress and paused, "Why did you bring the Eighth Princess's wedding dress?"
"This is not hers." Mo Yulin obediently came to her side. "Sister, this is something I specially prepared for you. I've been preparing it for many years."
He took He Xiaoyu's hand and led her over. "I've been altering the size these past few days. Fortunately, it's ready today!"
He Xiaoyu looked at the wedding dress in front of her with surprise, her eyes sparkling.
This was the wedding dress Little Yu had prepared for her?
Mo Yulin immediately saw her liking it and quickly said, "Sister, quickly try it on!"
Mother Mo also nodded and said, "Yes, try it on. If there are any ill-fitting parts, we still have time to alter them."
He Xiaoyu happily took the wedding dress and went to the room to change, calling Mother Mo to help.
Mo Yulin waited at the door, a hint of nervousness rising in his heart.
A moment later, the door opened, and all eyes turned towards it.
He Xiaoyu, wearing the bright red wedding dress, seemed to have gained a touch of mature charm, complementing her soft and adorable face.
Mo Yulin stared blankly at the person before him, momentarily frozen and unable to react.
It was Hong Dai who nudged him from behind, laughing, "What are you staring at? She hasn't fully recovered yet, hurry and support her!"
Mo Yulin snapped back to reality, quickly ran over to support He Xiaoyu, his cheeks flushing.
Descending the stairs, He Xiaoyu twirled in place, looking expectantly at Mo Yulin, "Does it look good?"
Mo Yulin nodded repeatedly, his dark eyes seeming to see only her.
"It's beautiful," he said. "Sister will be the most beautiful bride in the world tomorrow!"
He Xiaoyu's smile suddenly froze. Although it was only for a moment, the perceptive Mo Yulin noticed it.
A panic arose in his heart, and he anxiously asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
He Xiaoyu suppressed her emotions and pouted, "Tomorrow's wedding banquet isn't for me!"
Seeing her feigned petulance, Mo Yulin chuckled, "When we leave Ruijing, we'll take this wedding dress with us, and sister and I will have our own wedding banquet."
Hong Dai immediately clapped her hands, "That sounds great! I'll be there too, and I'll definitely give you a big red envelope."
Mother Mo also nodded, "If the young lady hasn't returned by then, I'll come too."
He Xiaoyu burst into laughter and tilted her chin up slightly, "Alright, you all must come and give me a big red envelope."
As she spoke, she looked at Hong Dai again, "Remember to invite the Crown Prince too. He used me to perform so many acts in front of He Xuebao, he definitely owes me a large sum as compensation!"
Hong Dai smiled, "He does owe you. I'll personally make sure he gives you a big red envelope then!"
Qin Moyuan sat not far away, guarding the door to Li Yueshu's room, not saying a word.
He simply cast a deep look at He Xiaoyu before returning his gaze.
Shu hasn't emerged from the space for three whole days. I wonder how she's doing.
At this moment, Li Yueshu was inside the space, looking at the data in her hands, her brows furrowed.
It's still not right!
What exactly is the problem? What needs to be done?
Li Yueshu ruffled her hair in frustration, intending to go out and get some blood from He Xiaoyu.
As soon as she emerged, she was grabbed by Qin Moyuan.
His brows were tightly knitted, his expression serious, "Shu, haven't you rested these past three days?"
Li Yueshu looked up at him, her voice hoarse, "I can't sleep..."
Seeing the bloodshot veins in her eyes, Qin Moyuan felt a pang in his heart.
Silly Shu...
Qin Moyuan gritted his teeth, placed his palm on the back of Li Yueshu's neck, and pressed down with force.
The next moment, before the shock in Li Yueshu's eyes could dissipate, she closed her eyes and fainted.
Qin Moyuan caught her immediately, lifted her into his arms, and then gently laid her on the bed.
He knew that Shu would surely blame him when she woke up, but if it continued like this, he feared Shu would be the one to collapse in the end.
In the moment before she lost consciousness, Li Yueshu felt an overwhelming sense of panic.
Tomorrow was the deadline. He Xiaoyu couldn't wait.
Li Yueshu desperately tried to regain consciousness, but everything around her remained dark, as if no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape her current predicament.
No, she had to wake up. She had to find the antidote!
Perhaps because her desire was so strong, Li Yueshu felt a familiar pull, and the environment around her instantly changed.
This is... she's back in modern times?!