Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1365: My Blood, Maybe Can Save You

It was too urgent, so Xiao Changyi and the others rode directly to the Feng Palace.

At Su Haoyu’s request, he was currently in the Feng Palace. This Feng Palace was once the residence of the woman he loved deeply, Liang Min Rong. Su Haoyu felt that he was going to die, and he wanted to die in the same place as the woman he loved.

In this way, it would be easier to reunite in the afterlife.

Gong Juechen, riding a horse to the Feng Palace, dismounted in one swift movement before the horse had even come to a full stop and rushed into the Feng Palace.

At this moment, An Jing and Xiao Changyi were too preoccupied to notice Gong Juechen’s agile dismount. As soon as their horse arrived at the Feng Palace, they also dismounted and hurried into the palace.

Once inside the Feng Palace, Gong Juechen discarded all formalities and rushed straight to the bedside to examine Su Haoyu’s injuries.

The more he examined, the darker Gong Juechen’s expression became.

Meanwhile, as soon as An Jing and Xiao Changyi entered, the four little ones ran toward them in tears, crying, ”Father, Mother, Grandpa is about to die, wuu wuu... Grandpa... We don’t want Grandpa to die... wuu wuu...”

Xiao Changyi asked An Jing to comfort the four little ones, while he hurriedly approached the bedside. Seeing Su Haoyu’s lips entirely black, with every indication of severe poisoning and impending death, his expression immediately turned grim.

When Su Haoyu saw Xiao Changyi and the others arrive, he gave them a frail smile.

Xiao Changyi tightly held Su Haoyu’s aged hand, which extended toward him, before asking Gong Juechen, ”How is he?”

”I don’t know what poison it is.” Gong Juechen replied indifferently while pulling out an extremely sharp dagger, preparing to slit his own wrist.

Xiao Changyi immediately stopped him upon seeing this.

Su Haoyu was also startled and struggled to sit up, but he couldn’t manage it. He could only ask anxiously, ”Chenglin, what are you doing? Even if you can’t save me, you don’t have to hurt yourself.”

Gong Juechen’s earlier words made it clear: there was nothing he could do about this poison.

Not only did Su Haoyu understand this, but everyone else did as well.

Su Chengyu’s eyes reddened. Was his father going to leave him, just like his mother did? His mother had died from poisoning, and now it seemed his father was about to meet the same fate.

Gong Juechen attempted to shake off Xiao Changyi’s restraining hand, but after two failed attempts, he said, ”I experimented with many poisons as a child. Some toxins have no effect on me; maybe my blood can neutralize his poison.”

Hearing this, Xiao Changyi withdrew his hand.

But Su Haoyu refused to let Gong Juechen cut himself, saying, ”Even if you shed your blood, I won’t drink it. Heaven put me through this to tell me it’s time. Time for me to die, to go see Min Rong. Min Rong has been gone for so long; it’s truly time I went to see her.”

”Father...” Su Chengyu choked up, his eyes glistening with tears. Even though he had little memory of his mother, he had always known how deeply his father loved her.

Gong Juechen, however, ignored Su Haoyu’s words. He cut his own wrist with the dagger, then brought his bleeding wrist to Su Haoyu’s mouth, saying, ”If you don’t drink it, I’ll let it bleed out completely.”

”Chenglin...” Su Haoyu’s emotions were too complicated to put into words at this moment. Although this man was his son, Su Haoyu had never been particularly fond of him because he resembled Consort Han.

And yet, this son was now trying to save him with his own blood...

”Drink.” Gong Juechen uttered just one word. Blood poured steadily from the wound on his wrist, his demeanor clearly saying, ’If you don’t drink it, it’ll be wasted—and if you don’t drink it, I’ll die with you.’