Chapter 142 "What the master needs is the spiritual spring."

Sheng Ran was in a coma and vaguely heard the beastly husbands say that they wanted to postpone the trip.

A voice in her heart told her that she couldn't delay any longer, so she forced herself to wake up.

Her eyelashes trembled, like a dying butterfly flapping its fragile wings, and finally she opened a crack.

Her vision was blurry, and after looking for a long time, she could barely make out the beastly husbands surrounding the bed, each of them with worry written all over their faces.

Her voice was as hoarse as sandpaper grinding against wood, so soft that it was almost inaudible. "I'm fine..."

"Wife, you're awake!" Ling Rui immediately came over.

It was obviously a ferocious and majestic golden lion, but in front of her, it opened its wet eyes, like the most gentle and harmless kitten or puppy.

Ling Rui's voice was extremely gentle. "You lie down first. Huaijun is making ginger soup. You will feel better after drinking it. We won't leave. We will rest here for a few days."

"No..." Sheng Ran frowned weakly and struggled to sit up, but her body felt like it was filled with lead. She fell back onto the pillow just after she stood up a little, gasping for breath.

"But how can you travel like this?" Pei Xiaoxing held her shoulders, preventing her from moving. "Your health is more important. At worst, we can arrive a few days later. We can always find an opportunity."

Pei Xiaoxing thought that that day was not only Shengci’s birthday, but also Sheng Ran’s.

He silently added in his heart that it didn't matter if they went to the central city, as long as they were with his wife, it was enough.

They will make the wife have an unforgettable and happy birthday.

But Sheng Ran shook her head, her eyes resolute. She looked at the beast husbands, her lips moved, and her voice lowered, "Those people in Central City must have set a trap at the banquet... If we're too late, who knows what will happen."

What's more, she had made an agreement with Tu Shanyi that he would wait for her in the central city.

Just as he was thinking about this, the bell on his waist suddenly shook and rubbed against Sheng Ran affectionately, as if to comfort her.

She knew her physical condition and understood the beast husbands' concerns, but she couldn't lie down peacefully when she thought about the unresolved issues in Central City.

When Huaijun came in with the ginger soup, he heard her words and paused.

He placed the bowl on the bedside, squatted down and looked at Sheng Ran, his tone softened: "Why don't we rent a carriage?"

Sheng Ran's eyes lit up.

She looked at Huaijun, then glanced at the beastly husbands beside the bed.

Everyone was still worried, but no one could be more stubborn than Sheng Ran.

Yun Ling's brows were still furrowed, but he didn't object anymore.

Pei Xiaoxing held her hand and nodded slightly.

Ling Rui thought for a moment, then came over and said, "Right! Let's rent the most stable carriage. I'll use my earth-based abilities to smooth the road and ensure it's not bumpy!"

Zhu Jiuyin also added: "But my wife, you must promise us that if you feel uncomfortable on the way, you will stop and rest immediately. You can't force yourself to go on."

Sheng Ran looked at their compromise, feeling both warm and sad. She nodded, her voice still a little hoarse: "I...I promise you..."

Huaijun quickly scooped a spoonful of ginger soup, blew it cool and handed it to her mouth.

Sheng Ran took small sips, and the spicy warmth slid down her throat, slightly dispelling the coldness in her body.

Yun Ling was wiping the corners of her mouth while Pei Xiaoxing turned and walked out. "I'm going to rent a carriage. I want the most spacious one and buy some cushions."

Ling Rui followed along: "I'm going to buy some candied fruits and cakes to prevent my wife from getting carsick on the road."

Half an hour later, Pei Xiaoxing drove a spacious carriage to the door of the inn.

The carriage was covered with soft cushions and the thin blanket that Sheng Ran often used. In the corner were piles of candied fruits and cakes bought by Ling Rui.

Huaijun put the brewed ginger tea in an insulated ceramic pot and kept it at hand for easy access.

Before getting on the bus, everyone hesitated tacitly.

“…Whose turn is it?”

Ever since the last time when two people slept with the emperor at the same time, the beastly husbands have become more and more bold in their behavior.

Everyone wanted to take up an extra spot, and later on Sheng Ran didn't even bother to care whose arms she slept in.

Anyway, the left and right sides are tightly wrapped, and there are people everywhere you look.

The original schedule had been messed up for a long time, and now it became a problem as to who would get into the carriage with the wife.

Huaijun suddenly took a deep breath: "Let me go."

In the past, when traveling, his beast form was not convenient for carrying people, so Huai Jun never accompanied Sheng Ran once.

Not only that, as a mermaid who is more adapted to deep-sea life, Huai Jun's special abilities cannot be used well on land.

Huaijun felt very regretful that he could not protect his wife like other beastly husbands.

He was shy and had never taken the initiative to ask anyone for anything. This was the first time he took the initiative to seek an opportunity in front of several other beastly husbands.

Everyone understood, and there was no atmosphere of vying for favor as before. They all nodded, "You know how to take care of people, so you stay with your wife."

Huaijun carefully carried Sheng Ran into the carriage and sat down beside her.

Then put a soft pillow behind her back so that she could lean more comfortably.

Pei Xiaoxing waved his whip, and the carriage slowly drove away from the inn and headed towards the central city.

Sheng Ran leaned in Huai Jun's arms, watching the street scene gradually receding outside the window, her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.

Huaijun was always by her side, checking her body temperature and adding or removing the blanket for her in time.

Not only that, he also helped Sheng Ran feed medicine and wipe her sweat every certain hours.

With Huai Jun's careful care, Sheng Ran's frown gradually relaxed.

The carriage wheels rolled over the gravel on the road, but the carriage was so quiet that only Sheng Ran's shallow breathing could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, the fever on Sheng Ran's body gradually subsided.

Huai Jun whispered to the several beastmen outside the carriage, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Stopping at a clean, flat area, the beastmen all checked Sheng Ran's current situation.

The normal body temperature has lasted for several hours, which means that the high fever has completely subsided and has not recurred.

But Sheng Ran's face still looked bad, as if all the colors had been taken away from it. It was as gray as the withered petals in late autumn, and even her lips were slightly green.

Her fingertips hung at her sides, cold as if dipped in ice. Even the faint scent that had previously revitalized the plants and trees had disappeared without a trace.

"My dear wife, please have some more water." Huai Jun brought the warm water and carefully handed it to her mouth.

Sheng Ran took small sips of the water, which slid down her throat but did not bring much warmth. She felt all the strength in her body draining away bit by bit, and her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were glued.

Pei Xiaoxing gently stroked her back, his fingertips rubbing across her thin shoulders, and his heart felt as if it was being cut by a blunt knife.

Zhu Jiuyin looked at Sheng Ran and suddenly said, "A wife like this... is very much like the flowers that withered due to lack of water at the end of the chapter."

This sentence instantly made the atmosphere in the car solemn.

The beastmen looked at each other and remembered Sheng Ran's ability to make dead trees come back to life and turn decay into something extraordinary.

If her true form is really related to flowers, then isn't her pale complexion at this moment a sign of "withering"?

"We have to find something that can nourish vitality." Pei Xiaoxing said firmly.

Ling Rui's ears drooped. "Flowers need watering. Haven't we been giving her water? Why isn't she getting any better?"

Yun Ling lowered his eyes, thought for a long time, and suddenly said, "Perhaps what the master needs is the spiritual spring."