Liujin arranged for a doctor to guard Feng Yexuan, then took Chu Qianli to Feng Wuya's room.
Feng Wuya had been unconscious for three days, and this was the third night.
Upon arrival, Chu Qianli first listened to his heartbeat and took his pulse. The pulse was indeed as Liujin had described; although still a little weak, it had stabilized.
But the person still wouldn't wake up.
"Miss Chu, the day you couldn't wake up, Prince Xiaoyao he..."
Liujin thought about it, but decided not to tell her the truth.
What if she learned from Prince Xiaoyao's example and tried to wake the prince by harming herself? Wouldn't that be his fault?
The atmosphere in the prince's mansion was already very somber, with too many people injured.
Chu Qianli herself had not yet recovered from her internal injuries.
She didn't want more people to get hurt.
Fortunately, the Fourteenth Prince had accompanied the Empress Dowager on a pilgrimage during this period.
If the Fourteenth Prince saw the state of his fourth and fifth imperial brothers, he would undoubtedly be even more distressed.
Chu Qianli withdrew her fingers and took out silver needles.
Liujin immediately said, "I've tried all the acupoints that stimulate awakening, and they were useless."
Chu Qianli's fingertips paused, and she lowered her eyes to look at the silver needles in her hand. In the end, she put them away.
The pulse indeed did not require acupuncture.
Although her body was weak due to long-term illness, the pulse was not at a critical stage requiring resuscitation.
But why wouldn't he wake up?
"Wuya, is there something troubling you? If you wake up, tell us, and we can try to help you."
Modern psychological medicine theory had taught that if a patient's condition was normal but they couldn't wake up, it might be because they were unwilling to wake up.
For some reason, they didn't want to face reality.
Was Feng Wuya currently in such a state?
"Wuya, do you remember what you said? You said you wanted to compose a piece of music, a piece about roaming the martial world and living life to the fullest."
"I haven't finalized the duet... that is, what you called the B section, but I've adapted your piece. Would you like to hear it?"
Based on the short time Chu Qianli had spent with Feng Wuya, Feng Wuya didn't seem to have many particular hobbies.
His only hobby was probably music.
Perhaps due to his health, he knew in his heart that no matter what he liked, it would ultimately lead to nothing.
But music was different.
Good music could not only save oneself but also others.
She took out her harmonica, recalled the piece Feng Wuya had taught her before, and slowly played it.
Liujin didn't know if it would work, so he could only closely observe Feng Wuya's expression.
But it seemed there was no reaction at all.
Chu Qianli leaned against the pillar of the bed. Initially, she played the piece to wake him up.
But as she played, for some reason, images began to appear in her mind.
The man in white rolled up his trousers and waded into the stream, catching fish.
The scene sometimes changed, still the man in white, so elegant that looking at him made one's heart race.
He was hunting.
He caught a dark wild rabbit, happily put away his bow, picked up the rabbit, and walked down the mountain.
His steps were quick and light, and he was in a good mood.
Afterward, he returned to the foot of the mountain, in front of the small wooden house, and pushed open the door, "Wife, I'm back. Shall we have braised rabbit tonight?"
The music stopped abruptly.
Chu Qianli turned her head and looked at the man on the bed.
After his brow twitched violently for a moment, he actually opened his eyes.
Liujin was so shocked that he didn't dare to breathe too heavily.
It was just a piece of music! Prince Xiaoyao had actually woken up!
He had expended so much energy, only to be defeated by a piece of music.
Was the鸳鸯蠱 truly that powerful, or did this piece of music possess such magic?
"A'li?" Feng Wuya frowned, trying to get up, but found himself completely weak.
Liujin immediately went over and supported him, "Your Highness, you've been unconscious for almost three days and three nights. Now that you've woken up, your vitality has not yet recovered. Do not move too much."
"You will be exhausted. Lie down first." Chu Qianli put away the harmonica, poured a cup of water.
Together with Liujin, they helped Feng Wuya sit up and carefully fed him the water.
After a while, Feng Wuya's spirits improved slightly, and he immediately looked at Chu Qianli, "A'li, my composition is not finished yet."
"The latter small part was something I made up myself. I was just trying it out."
"This is the feeling I want, this score!"
Feng Wuya was extremely excited, wishing he could immediately take out the harmonica and try the latter half she had connected.
Chu Qianli smiled, "When you're better, we'll try playing the piece together. Now that your vitality is greatly depleted, it won't sound good if you blow it with insufficient breath."
"I'm fine." He was truly fine.
The wounds on his arm had been treated by Liujin three days ago, and they no longer pained him.
"That won't do either. You must rest for another two days."
Chu Qianli coaxed him, and he finally agreed to rest for another two days.
After instructing Liujin to prepare thin porridge and liquid food for him, Chu Qianli left Feng Wuya's room.
Liujin personally escorted her out.
After they had walked a distance, Chu Qianli looked at Liujin and quietly instructed, "Don't tell him about Prince Xuan's condition yet. Let him rest quietly for two days."
"I understand," Liujin nodded.
Now, whatever Chu Qianli said, he would obey.
After all, she was the true divine doctor!
"Regarding His Highness..."
"I will do my utmost to help him recover." Chu Qianli said this to herself as well!
Liujin sighed, now helpless, "Alright, if you need anything, just send someone to call me. For these two days, I will be responsible for Prince Xiaoyao and Princess Pingyue."
"Your Highness, I'll trouble you, Miss!"
"Okay."
Chu Qianli immediately returned to Feng Yexuan's sleeping quarters.
On the way, she couldn't help but recall the scenes she had imagined while playing the music earlier.
Wuya's music, Wuya's wish...
She hadn't expected that while everyone else wanted to be emperor and rule the world, his wish as Prince Xiaoyao was simply to be an ordinary farmer.
In his dreams, he even had a wife.
She just didn't see who his wife was.
It turned out that someone who always appeared detached and indifferent also had a dream in his heart.
In fact, as long as a person had blood and flesh, they couldn't be without dreams.
It was just that he never spoke of it, because he knew his time was short and he would never have the chance to realize his dreams.
This fellow was truly pitiable.
As she turned the corner of the long corridor, before even reaching Feng Yexuan's sleeping quarters, Chu Qianli saw Leng Ji's expression change drastically as he rushed over.
Her heart suddenly ached: "Did something happen to Yexuan?"