I'm sorry to the family who loved and protected me, to my elders and friends. I simply lack the face and courage to face you all!

I'm nothing more than a selfish, mercenary, and heartless person, not worthy of your care and sacrifice!

Not worthy!

Yang Mengchen, filled with self-blame and guilt, had seemingly given up the will to live, allowing herself to be devoured by the thick fog as she lay there in despair.

Inside Yang Mengchen's room at the Yang Mansion in Yongchang Town,

Long Xuanmo gently wiped Yang Mengchen's hands, but as he reached her wrists, he couldn't feel her pulse. His gaunt and haggard face instantly became stricken with panic. He hastily dropped the cloth and embraced her tightly, calling out with a grief-stricken voice, "Ah Jiu, don't go! I beg you, don't leave me! Ah Jiu!"

The sound shook the heavens, startling everyone in the mansion. Each person felt a sense of foreboding and rushed towards Mengchen Pavilion like mad.

Today marked a full month since Yang Mengchen had been in a coma. If it weren't for the faint rising and falling of her chest, everyone would think she had passed away.

Doctor Luo and the others, who had been consulting in the study, were the first to rush in—some checking her pulse, some her breath, others her neck. After a moment, they all withdrew their hands one by one.

With eagerness, Old Master Yang asked, "Cheng'an, how is Jiujiu...?"

The others who arrived soon after looked expectantly at Yang Cheng'an, silently praying in their hearts.

Five days ago, with still no sign of Yang Mengchen waking up, Doctor Luo knew he couldn't keep it a secret any longer, and had Yang Cheng'an inform Old Master Yang and the rest.

Except for Yang Chengning and Yang Chengyou, everyone rushed over, including the village chief, the Lizheng, and several neighbors.

The Hua family, the Nangong family, the Situ family, and Prince Ning along with his wife Long Jingxi had also heard the news and hurried over.

Grand Prince, stationed far at the frontier and who had previously undergone brain surgery, was intentionally kept in the dark by everyone by mutual consent—the consequences were too unpredictable otherwise.

The mansion wasn't big, but those villagers who couldn't come, and others under the jurisdiction of Qinghe Prefecture, lit incense in their homes day and night, praying that the compassionate and pure Ms. Yang would be safe and sound.

Yang Cheng'an shook his head gently while Doctor Luo and the others had grim expressions and remained silent—the looks on their faces said it all.

The Phoenix Blood Lotus could only delay time, not bring back the dead, and they still hadn't found an effective way to wake Yang Mengchen.

Now, as Yang Mengchen's last breath dispersed, there was nothing they could do.

"Jiujiu..." Madam Yang Zhou and Shen Qiu Lan cried out in shock, then fainted.

Yang Chaowen and Yang Chaoyi quickly stepped forward to support them, seating them in chairs, while Yang Cheng'an and Doctor Luo rushed to administer urgent care. After some time, they slowly regained consciousness, only to collapse beside the bed, calling out to their granddaughter (daughter) with heart-wrenching sobs, tears streaming down like rain.

Pingping and Anan, along with Yang Zonghan, cried out loud, "Sister (Aunt)..."

Min Ruochen and Min Ruomeng, the twin brother and sister, also wailed loudly.

Everyone present could not help but show their sadness. The men either bit their lips tightly or stuffed their fists into their mouths, desperately holding back the urge to cry aloud, yet tears still fell down their cheeks. The women wept softly.

The servants knelt on the ground, their crying voices blending into one.

Looking at Yang Mengchen held tightly in Long Xuanmo's arms, Hang Qingming, standing in the back, was filled with sorrow and self-blame.

Nan Tian and Bei Hai, however, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Ms. Yang was gone, their young master could take back the Black Needle and instruments.

"No crying!" Long Xuanmo suddenly bellowed, his pitch-black eyes emitting a chill that pierced souls like millennia-old ice: "Ah Jiu is merely asleep. If anyone dares wake her, take them outside and kill them immediately!"

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