Everyone immediately crowded around.
The imperial physician respectfully said, "Although the blade missed the heart, it was too close and injured the ribs, causing severe bleeding."
"I've done my best. Whether he wakes up depends on the Prince's fortune."
As soon as he finished speaking, with a bang, Tantai Ye kicked the imperial physician flying, his expression sinister.
"If the King of Dingbei cannot be saved, everyone in the Imperial Academy will be buried with him!"
Seeing this, all the imperial physicians knelt on the ground in terror, their backs soaked, too afraid to speak.
"Get going and make the medicine."
"Yes."
The mechanism was activated, and beneath the Golden Yi Terrace, a circular jade staircase appeared before them.
Several imperial physicians hurried down the steps with their medicine boxes.
All night, the lights in Yun Shang Que did not cease. Imperial physicians went in and out, constantly on guard, for fear of any mishap.
After all, if there was a sudden convulsion in the middle of the night, a high fever, or the wound reopening and festering, timely treatment could prove fatal.
Ye Luan had also been keeping watch. Her face was pale as she sat by the bedside, gazing at the man on the ancient bed, her eyes somewhat vacant.
His face was bloodless and pale, the bandaged wound on his chest conspicuous, blood seeping to his shoulder and neck, looking terrifying.
"The Prince couldn't drink the medicine and threw it all up."
Xiao Chizhan's breathing had been weak, as if he could die at any moment.
Ye Luan's lips moved with difficulty, "Bring it here, I'll feed him."
The imperial physician quickly handed over the medicine. She took it, drank a mouthful herself, then opened Xiao Chizhan's mouth and fed him.
Seeing this, the imperial physicians guarding the room were greatly shocked. They all lowered their heads, not daring to look further.
This young lady was truly bold!
The full moon outside cast a faint, cool light on the cold jade ancient bed.
Outside, on the Divine Emperor's corridor, three men stood side by side, gazing at the vast expanse of the moonlit sky.
"As expected of the Northern Palace, built with seven million taels of silver. The scenery of Yun Shang Que is truly beautiful."
Standing outside the corridor, the entire Northern Palace's scenery was laid out before them. Thousands of palaces, large and small, the moonlight glinting on the glazed tiles, as cool and thin as water.
From the outer corridor of Yun Shang Que, one could reach out and touch the moon, crafted from ice and jade.
Beneath their feet was a sea of clouds cast in white jade.
Dreamlike and illusory, like a celestial realm of广寒.
Liu Rongruo's gaze slightly shifted as he heard Li Qiongyu's voice.
He leaned back on the Phoenix Bird chair, his cool eyes glancing into the room. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, holding a jade dragon cup and swirling it.
"Ye Luan!"
Li Qiongyu narrowed his eyes at him, "What? What do you intend to do?"
Liu Rongruo smiled faintly, "What are you afraid of?"
"I warn both of you, do not harbor improper thoughts."
Tantai Ye kicked him and sat down crossly.
"If Xiao Chizhan really dies, Ye Luan must be buried with him! If I can't have her alive, I must have her dead."
"Get lost!" Li Qiongyu cursed softly, "Take back those disgusting thoughts. This has nothing to do with Ye Luan; he went mad on his own."
"Furthermore, I warn you, Ye Luan is Xiao Chizhan's life. If you dare to resort to any despicable means, we are no longer brothers."
Liu Rongruo smiled faintly at him, "You always protect Ye Luan."
"She's just a young girl, and she's suffered enough."
Saying that, Li Qiongyu frowned impatiently, "This crazy bastard, daring to stab him in the heart. He's truly courting death."
Hearing this, the other two sat in their chairs and said nothing more.
The imperial physicians inside guarded with trepidation, not daring to say a word.
The entire Yun Shang Que was silent and desolate.
But in the middle of the night, Xiao Chizhan suddenly developed a persistent high fever.
The imperial physicians busied themselves for the entire latter half of the night, applying cold compresses and administering medicine, and after much effort, they managed to reduce the fever.
However, by dawn, there was still no sign of him waking up.
Ye Luan replaced the damp cloth on his head with a new one.
She unwrapped the gauze, checked the wound, and found that it was reasonably well-controlled, not festering, so she applied medicine and re-bandaged it.
Tantai Ye and Liu Rongruo had to attend court, so after instructing the imperial physicians to keep watch, they left.
The imperial physicians were already exhausted. As soon as the two left, they slumped down outside without any pretense of decorum, feeling both sleepy and hungry.
"Alright, Imperial Physician Fang will stay. The rest of you go down and rest, and come back to take turns."
"Yes."
Li Qiongyu entered the room and saw Ye Luan sitting by the bedside, saying,
"You should go rest too."
Ye Luan shook her head and used a water-soaked cotton swab to wipe Xiao Chizhan's chapped lips.
Seeing this, Li Qiongyu said no more. He glanced at the terrifyingly pale face and went out to find Imperial Physician Fang.
After all, he needed to ask properly why the man was still not waking up.
Inside the room.
Xiao Chizhan remained in a coma, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his breathing shallow.
Ye Luan watched him, and kept watching him.
After a moment, she reached out and caressed his cheek, murmuring mockingly.
"Xiao Chizhan, I've never met a more obsessive man than you."
He would only let go if he were dead.
But she couldn't watch him die.
She couldn't lie to herself; the pain she felt when she saw him close his eyes was enough to suffocate her.
Ye Luan let out a soft laugh and gently traced his brow bone, his eyes. Her fingers lingered on his pale face, stroking it inch by inch.
"As long as you're willing to wake up, I'll promise you. We'll get married."
He still showed no sign of movement, lying on the bed, his breath so weak it seemed he could cease at any moment.
Ye Luan touched the red mole beneath his eyelid, gently stroking it, lost in thought.
"Ah, it was a scratch when Xiao Rong gouged out my eyes when I was five years old."
"I dodged quickly and jumped into the river, hiding all night. The wound clotted, leaving this mole. Luan Luan, do you like it?"
Ye Luan came back to her senses and continued to caress his red mole, speaking softly.
"Yes, I like it. It's very beautiful. Your eyes are also very beautiful."
The world said he was a demon, with red eyes and white hair, who killed his father and brother.
In truth, he was just a little madman who didn't understand love.
She leaned down and gently kissed his lips.
"Xiao Chizhan, I know that your childhood experiences have made you unable to love others. You only know how to use violence to plunder and possess to get what you want."
"From now on, I'll teach you. I'll teach you how to love. Will you wake up?"
He ignored her, his eyes still closed.
Ye Luan looked at him and whispered, "This time, I've truly let go. The grievances of the past have all dissipated. I want you to live. Do you hear me? I just want you to live."
She watched him murmur, silent tears sliding down her fair cheeks, tasting salty.
"You weren't hit in the heart, you won't die. You will wake up, you definitely will."
But for three full days, there was still no sign of him waking.
Ye Luan had cared for him day and night for three days, and finally, she collapsed from exhaustion.
Li Qiongyu had also been guarding outside for these past few days.
The imperial physicians were all present.
Upon hearing the sound, they immediately rushed in.
Li Qiongyu saw Ye Luan lying on the ground and quickly ran over to help her up.
"Ye Luan."