Chapter 392 Daily Changes

Yan Shixu's coma was like a thick dark cloud, covering the entire palace, and even the air was stagnant and oppressive.

A month passed in agony, and Wen Li'er stayed by the dragon bed almost without taking off her clothes.

The face that was originally as beautiful as a spring tangerine was now haggard, with a faint blue shadow under the eyes. The worry was like thick ink that could not be dissolved, and it settled deep in the eyes.

However, under the shadow of Yan Shixu's deep sleep, another change quietly occurred and quickly occupied most of Wen Li'er's mind.

While it brought her a little comfort, it also gave rise to deeper confusion.

The third prince Tiantian woke up slowly on the second day after his father fell into a coma.

His big black eyes opened, filled with the curiosity and ignorance of a newborn baby, completely different from his usual calmness.

The Pineapple Palace completely changed.

The "little iceberg" who always had a stern face, cold and distant eyes, and never even cried, seemed to be suddenly melting and reshaped.

Instead, there was a little glutinous rice dumpling who loved to laugh, make noises, and especially loved to stick to Wen Li'er and act coquettishly.

"Mother, hug me!"

The babyish voice calling became the most common sound in the bedroom.

The little guy always tried hard to stretch out his short arms, like a persistent koala, and once he succeeded, he would hang on Wen Li'er contentedly.

"Mother's kiss!"

His soft little mouth would come up unexpectedly, with the aroma of milk, and would be loudly imprinted on Wen Lier's cheek or chin with a "smack", leaving a wet mark and a heart full of tenderness.

"The Queen Mother tells a story~"

He would also struggle to hold the colorful books, twist his little body, and squeeze into her arms regardless of anything, with his little face tilted up, his big eyes sparkling with pure expectation.

He became extremely lively and active, giggling and rolling around on the thick velvet carpet like a happy little dumpling.

She would clumsily chase the little tabby cat raised by the palace maids. She would not cry even if she fell down, but would get up nimbly, brush the dust off her little butt, and chase after it again with perseverance.

He likes all bright colors, has no resistance to sweet snacks, likes to be noticed and teased by everyone, and likes to play with Xiaoxiao Miaomiao, letting out bursts of carefree laughter.

Wen Li'er looked at the child in her arms, whose smile was brilliant and whose eyes were as clear as a mountain stream just melting, and the confusion in her heart grew deeper day by day.

The imperial physicians examined Tiantian repeatedly, and even Aunt Nangong confirmed again and again that Tiantian's pulse was steady and strong, and that he was in good health.

The previous "anger attack" seemed like just a bizarre nightmare. After waking up, there was no trace of it, and even his temperament had undergone a drastic and subversive reversal.

This huge contrast made Wen Li'er feel relieved, but at the same time, there was always a lingering doubt and uneasiness in her heart.

The child who clutched the corner of her clothes tightly before fainting, with fear in his eyes, screaming "Don't go", is the innocent and carefree little guy in front of her really the same person?

This transformation was too radical and too... weird.

Yan Shixu was still lying silently on the dragon bed in the inner hall, as if he had been forgotten by time.

His face was as pale as paper, his breathing was weak, and the penetrating wound on his chest was barely saved thanks to the best efforts of He Yuanpan and Aunt Nangong.

However, excessive blood loss and severe damage to his heart and lungs caused him to fall into a long coma from which he had no idea when he would recover.

Every day, Wen Li'er forced herself to stay awake and spend half of her time with the lively children, playing with them and soothing them to sleep.

The other half of the time, she stayed by Yan Shixu's side, holding his slightly cold hand, telling him in a low voice about the children's interesting stories, the trivialities of the palace, and the heavy worries and deep longing in her heart.

Then pray again and again for a slim miracle to happen.

That afternoon, Wen Li'er carefully handed Tiantian, who had been making a fuss all morning and was now finally sleeping soundly in her arms, to Nanny Qin who was standing by.

She stood up quietly, straightened her slightly wrinkled skirt, and prepared to go to the inner hall to accompany Yan Shixu as usual.

"My Lady."

Yongtai's voice sounded at the door of the bedroom, deliberately kept it very low, with a hint of solemnity.

Wen Li'er paused and let him in.

"Commander Zhang requested a meeting and said he had something important to report." Yongtai said.

Upon hearing this, Wen Li'er moved to the main hall outside.

Zhang Sicheng was covered in dust, obviously having just returned from outside the palace.

His face was as solemn as iron. When he saw Wen Li'er, he immediately knelt on one knee and saluted with his fists clasped.

"Your Majesty, Yun Zhi's identity has been verified!"

"She is not an orphan. Her true identity is the Sixth Princess of the former Nanzhao Kingdom—Nong Zhiyun!"

Wen Li'er's pupils suddenly contracted. This identity was far beyond her expectations.

The Nanzhao Kingdom was ambitious and intended to invade the border of Dayan, but was destroyed by Dayan with a thunderbolt. All members of the royal family were executed... However, many officials surrendered.

Unexpectedly, there was a princess who had been lurking in the heart of their Dayan's capital!

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Wen Li'er's eyes instantly turned cold, and an unprecedented pressure emanated from her body.

She slowly sat back in the main seat and ordered, "Bring Nong Zhiyun here. I will personally interrogate her."

"Yes!" Zhang Sicheng accepted the order and quickly stood up and left.

After just a cup of tea, the heavy palace door opened again.

Zhang Sicheng personally escorted Nong Zhiyun, who was tied up, into the room.

The palace door slammed shut behind him, cutting off the noise from the outside world. The palace was instantly plunged into a suffocating silence.

At the bottom of the stairs, Nong Zhiyun was pinned to her knees by two strong guards.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands falling on her cheeks, but her clothes did not look at all disheveled.

The beautiful face that had been deliberately disguised had now lost all its gentleness, leaving only a calmness that was almost like destroying everything together.

However, deep within those eyes, there was a deep-seated flame of hatred.

Zhang Sicheng stood aside solemnly and reported, "Your Majesty, after numerous investigations and inquiries from Lanzhou and Cangzhou, this woman, Nong Zhiyun, possesses a treacherous skill in witchcraft. Her proficiency and ruthlessness far surpass those of her already executed brother, Nong Zhigao!"

As soon as Zhang Sicheng finished speaking, all the palace servants standing in the hall gasped, and their eyes were instantly filled with horror and fear when they looked at the woman on the ground.

The strange witchcraft of Nong Zhigao was once known throughout the world and made people shudder with fear.

And this seemingly fragile woman in front of him was actually more terrifying than him!

Wen Li'er's fingertips were cold as she gripped the cold gilded armrest of the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her gaze pierced Nong Zhiyun:

"So, you orchestrated that meticulously planned assassination in the moat that set Linshui Palace ablaze? To avenge your Nanzhao royal family? To avenge your evil brother, Nong Zhigao?"