Before the blood-red mass completely disappeared, Lu Cijian suddenly heard a threatening yet seemingly painful voice.
"If you don't wake up, I will never speak to you again."
Who is this? Why is he in so much pain? Does anyone even care about him?
The voice in my ear gradually became clearer.
"Lu Cijian, did you hear that? If you don't wake up, our engagement is off, and I will marry someone a thousand times better than you."
I won't care about you, and I won't think about you.
He was stunned, and all the memories were instantly flooded back into his mind.
It was Mianmian, it was Mianmian talking to him.
The voices around him became clearer. Jiang Yimian's rambling words only made him feel helpless, but the pain in his body seemed to have lessened considerably.
He desperately wanted to wake up and argue back, to shut that little mouth, and not to hear those words he didn't like.
But he couldn't muster any strength at all, as if he were sinking into a swamp, the harder he tried, the deeper he sank, and the clear words in his ears gradually became blurred.
Everything in front of him changed in an instant. It was no longer the damp and dark tower prison, but a very unfamiliar place where everything was something he had never seen before.
He saw only a few hundred people standing on the open ground, who looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, fighting over the only dagger.
Whenever one person is about to get something, the others will swarm and attack that person, each person is ruthless but not fatal.
But after several struggles, many children fainted and were covered in bruises.
In the end, a little girl got the dagger.
Before he could even see the person's face clearly, the world before his eyes changed once again.
*
Several days passed, and Lu Cijian still showed no signs of waking up.
Old Chen was so worried that his beard turned several shades white. He paced anxiously to the side, "What's wrong with this brat? I gave him all my most treasured life-saving pills, but he still hasn't woken up."
Why is he still unconscious? His pulse has improved, but he just won't wake up. It's really strange.
In the past, Lu Cijian always regained consciousness the day after being injured. Even when he was ambushed by the Xiliang people, he woke up in just four days.
The injury from that time was no less severe than this one, and the pulse was even weaker, but neither was like this.
Logically speaking, his pulse was much better than it had been a few days ago, so he should be able to wake up. However, Lu Cijian showed no signs of waking up at all.
Even he was a little confused.
The members of the Ink Pavilion standing nearby also looked anxious.
Jiang Yimian was no longer as anxious as she had been a few days ago. Although Lu Cijian had not yet woken up, the fact that his pulse was slowly improving was a good sign.
She simply shooed everyone out of the room. "Alright, don't worry. It's a good thing that A-Jian's pulse is improving. Go about your business. I'll take care of things here."
With that, he closed the door.
Seeing this, Old Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Jiang Yimian's condition a few days ago, he was worried that she would be devastated. Fortunately, she has recovered now, and Lu Cijian is also slowly getting better, which is indeed a good thing for them.
The war between Tuyuhun and Jin is still ongoing. Although there is no movement in Xiliang, it is still worrying. To make matters worse, the Pavilion Master has suddenly passed away. There are still many things to do in the Mo Pavilion.
They really shouldn't all have stayed here.
Although the young master has not yet woken up, the Mo Pavilion must continue.
They cannot leave the messy Ink Pavilion to the young master to deal with.
Not to mention, those Southern Guards have all gone to Tuyuhun now, and they should go and find out what's going on in Tuyuhun recently.
At the very least, we cannot be completely ignorant of what is happening at the border.
Thinking it over, he simply sent the people around him away.
Just as they were about to leave, they saw Lin Yan'an walking over from the other end of the corridor with a happy expression on his face, carrying a large bouquet of brightly blooming flowers.
Old Chen frowned as he looked at the large, pale yellow flowers and asked curiously, "Where did you get these flowers?"
Lin Yan'an just smiled and said, "I bought it from the East Market. Isn't it nice? I heard that this flower can calm the mind and soothe the nerves. I specially bought it for Sister Jiang and Liu'er. It's also pretty. Just looking at it makes me feel good."
He had seen the flower in the market a few days ago, but dared not buy it, fearing that Jiang Yimian would be annoyed by it. She was already in a bad mood, and seeing the flower would probably make her even more depressed.
Now that Mr. Lu's pulse has improved considerably, he dared to send him over, hoping to cheer everyone up.
Old Chen frowned as he stared at the flower, and asked curiously, "What kind of flower is this? I've never seen it before."
Someone as skilled at making poison as him must know everything about the plants in the world, if not all of them.
This is the first time I've ever seen flowers like this; they're clearly not grown in the soil and water of Weizhou.
Lin Yan'an was only a little smug, waving his folding fan and saying, "This shows how ignorant you are. This flower is from Tuyuhun."
Recently, all water and land routes in Weizhou City have been reopened, and many more merchants have entered the city.
In addition, it was during the Lunar New Year, so it was very lively.
These flowers were brought here by merchants to sell. I've heard many people say they can calm the mind and soothe the nerves. I haven't tried them myself yet, but I thought I'd bring them to Sister Jiang.
Hasn't she been sleeping poorly lately because of that guy surnamed Lu? These flowers are perfect for her.
Old Chen frowned as he stared at the flower, sensing something was amiss. Just then, Lin Yan'an pushed open the door and went inside.
He could only frown and leave, but the flower kept replaying in his mind. He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, so he had to give up.
As soon as Lin Yan'an entered the room, he smiled and said, "Sister Jiang, look how beautiful these flowers are. This is the first time I've ever seen such flowers. I heard they are unique to the Tuyuhun people."
"Considering how badly Lu is injured, I'll reluctantly leave him a few. Remember to take the rest to your room."
As he spoke, he took out a few flowers and put them in the vase.
Jiang Yimian frowned as she looked at the exceptionally fresh flower and asked curiously, "What kind of flower is this? Why do I smell a medicinal scent?"
Lin Yan'an hugged the flower and sniffed it hard, then frowned and said, "No way, this flower clearly has a fragrance. That medicinal smell must be the residue from the medicine that the man surnamed Lu drank earlier."
Jiang Yimian felt something was off, and as she took a few steps forward and stared at the flowers in the vase, she felt that something was not quite right.
The flower did indeed have only a light fragrance, but her long-standing vigilance filled her with suspicion about it.
Lin Yan'an just smiled and said, "Sister Jiang, don't worry. I saw that many people bought these flowers. It's fine, so don't worry."
We didn't have a proper New Year's celebration. Once Mr. Lu wakes up, we'll all have a proper celebration. These flowers are just a way to change our mood first.
Hey, you, how did you suddenly become two? Hey, what's going on...?
Before he could finish speaking, he fell straight to the ground.
Jiang Yimian felt dizzy and lightheaded. She quickly grabbed the table next to her and tried to walk outside, but a wave of dizziness washed over her and she collapsed to the ground.
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