The palace maid brought in the medicine.
Qi Wuya saw it, took the medicine bowl and prepared to personally feed her.
But Hong Zhao shook her head.
She could no longer make a sound.
Even if she had a breath left, her body was ice-cold and stiff.
Just now, her breathing had briefly stopped; Zhenzhen was no different from being dead.
"Have a sip at least. Think of it as warming up your body."
He coaxed softly.
But he also knew that she actually couldn't ingest anything anymore.
Whatever she ate, she vomited.
Especially the medicine.
The vomiting was severe.
No one could save her.
She was a person certain to die.
"If you won't take the medicine... fine, at least drink some water."
He had someone bring over a cup of hot tea.
He personally fed her two spoonfuls, which resulted in her violently coughing and throwing up.
Dark clots of blood were vomited out once again.
He watched numbly; in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, put down the tea cup and walked out.
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