Binding the Dragon for the Empress

become obsessed with him as if he were a treasure in the palm of his hand, a cinnabar mole that he holds in the palm of his hand for fear of dropping it or melting it in his mouth, a treasure among treasures.
(Angel: A cinnabar mole refers to a mark left on the heart after experiencing a love which cannot be forgotten.)

Yan Yuan finally married his beloved, as he wished, today.

What no one could have imagined was that on the night of the wedding, Ning Zhiyu was struck with a sudden illness and his life was in danger, and none of the hundreds of doctors at the imperial hospital could diagnose what was wrong with him.

The huge bedroom was silent.
When everyone was in danger, a young imperial doctor in vermillion crane robes came out of the crowd and knelt down ten paces away from Yan Yuan, “Your Majesty, I have a method, perhaps it can be tried.”

“Speak.” Yan Yuan's eager gaze was turned towards him, his voice sounding heavy.

The young imperial doctor lifted his head, his red lips slightly parted as he spoke with a faint smile, “Outside Chang'an City, at the foot of Jinghua Mountain, there is a thousand year old pond with a mysterious dragon in it.
The heart of a dragon can be used in medicine to cure a hundred kinds of diseases.”

“Dragon's heart?” Yan Yuan frowned.
“How do I obtain it?”

“There are many immortal cultivators in Chang'an City, Your Majesty can seek their help.” The imperial doctor said.

Yan Yuan pondered for a moment, “Tomorrow I will personally take someone there to get the dragon heart…” His gaze was firm as he took Ning Zhiyu's hand that was hanging on the edge of the bed, “to save my A'Yu.”