Zhan Xinjia didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, it was already dark outside the window, and her throat was extremely dry.
She sat up, clutching her throbbing head, and looked to the side.
The young man beside her was still fast asleep with his eyes closed, without making a sound. But perhaps it was just her imagination, she felt that his clear eyebrows seemed to bend down, as if he was dreaming of something beautiful.
With a soft sigh, Zhan Xinjia got out of bed.
——
"Little sister!"
As soon as she stepped out of the room, she was met head-on by Yan Xiyue, who was rushing towards her.
Zhan Xinjia already had difficulty walking, and with the bump, both she and Yan Xiyue stumbled and almost fell.
Fortunately, Fu Shouan helped him in time.
“Waaaa, my darling, how did you get so thin, you're just a skeleton now, and you've even become a cripple… I… I…”
At this point, Yan Xiyue choked up, her lips trembling, tears welling up in her red eyes. She tightly hugged the little girl's neck, bursting into tears and wiping her face with her own tears.
"You too, and Brother Ajian too..."
How could you regain your memory without telling us! Why didn't he come back for so many years? That's terrible.
"You made me worry all night long in the capital, and I cried all night long."
"Alright, alright."
A-Yue in his arms was sobbing uncontrollably, her collar soaked with her tears. Zhan Xinjia smiled, sighed helplessly, and gently patted A-Yue's back to comfort her.
Good heavens, with Qiao Qiao, Cui Wanzhao, and A Yue, how come girls are always crying for her? It makes her a little embarrassed.
"Stop crying, oh my, Red Butterfly Flower, so beautiful and delicate, Ice Crystal Tears, Princess of Illusion~ How come you're still so sticky after half a year? Okay, okay~ I'm about to suffocate from being choked, my princess."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiyue sobbed and let go of her hand.
With teary eyes, she took Meibao's hand and carefully examined her from head to toe.
The once spirited and carefree Mei Bao now has a much more mature look in her eyes. Her eyes, as if weathered by time, have gained a resilient calmness, and even her faint smile evokes a sense of heartache.
Biting her lip, Yan Xiyue finally couldn't hold back and tears began to drip again.
Having no other choice, Zhan Xinjia turned to Fu Shouan, who was standing nearby holding a sword and looking worried.
"Take her back to rest first, I feel like she's going to cry herself to death again... By the way, where is Yan Wujuren?"
She vaguely remembered hearing them say that Yan Wuju had woken up. It seemed that her brother had really managed to get that unlucky Prince Yan back from Pei Yi's hands. No matter what, she had to go and see him.
Taking the crying, speechless little princess from Zhan Xinjia's hands, Fu Shouan put his arm around her shoulder and considerately let her lean on him.
His expression was rather unpleasant.
"Dead."
"Dead?!"
"How could this be?" Zhan Xinjia was surprised and looked at Fu Shouan with a complicated expression in disbelief.
Yan Wuju was already a dead man. How can a dead man die again?
Perhaps sensing the doubt on her face, Fu Shouan's tone began to waver, no longer as firm as before, and he frowned.
“His situation is a little different from your brother’s. In short, Yan Wuju has been in a deep sleep since the day he was brought back. He finally woke up yesterday, but he didn’t say a word. He just opened his eyes and was ‘dead.’ He had no breath or heartbeat, and his body was as stiff as a statue.”
Hearing this description, Zhan Xinjia felt a little confused. She had originally wanted to ask Yan Wuju some questions, such as... where Mu Yunlan had gone, and why she hadn't seen her with Pei Yi recently.
Although she didn't have high expectations, after thinking about it, Zhan Xinjia still decided to go and see Yan Wuju.
She turned to leave, but after taking only a few steps, Fu Shouan called her back.
He seemed hesitant to speak, his brows furrowed.
"Brother Shen?"
Zhan Xinjia was taken aback for a moment, then smiled gently.
He'll be alright.
Yes, she was convinced he would be alright.
——
Yan Wuju was imprisoned in the study, but in reality, he was just left there unattended.
After all, Yan Wuju was a cripple, unable to walk properly and only able to move around in a wheelchair. When Zhan Xinjia pushed open the door, Yan Yuyao was sitting opposite Yan Wuju, talking to herself.
Seeing her come in, Yan Yuyao quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, her face still bearing that carefree, playful smile.
"How is Grand Tutor Shen?"
Zhan Xinjia ignored his awkward attempt to save face and instead walked up to Yan Wuju to observe him closely.
The young man sat in a wheelchair, his neck stiff and twisted to one side as if it had been broken. His gray, unfocused eyes were open and unfocused. His face was so thin that it was almost just a layer of skin attached to his bones. His pale mouth was half open, as if he wanted to say something.
From this perspective, it is indeed a standard corpse.
However, Xin Jia keenly noticed that every now and then, Yan Wuju's eyelids would slowly blink, which meant that he might still be conscious and able to hear, see, and perceive everything in front of him.
Although he is not reacting to anything right now.
Yan Yuyao said in a lighthearted tone, "Oh dear, I never thought that even with my amazing medical skills, there would be people I couldn't cure. It seems that there is still room for improvement in the Yan family's old prescriptions. I can't be so arrogant in the future."
"Alright, go out and have some fun by yourself. If you want to cry, go cry somewhere else. Don't force a smile here, it looks really stupid."
After saying that, Zhan Xinjia didn't wait for the stupid old Chinese medicine doctor to refute her, and pushed him out directly. After all, it was difficult to explain the system, and it would be difficult for her to question him if someone was present.
Zhan Yinshu's body was temporarily used by Ji De to store his consciousness; it was essentially a prop. But Yan Wuju... it was soft to the touch, clearly indicating that this was his own body.
This situation is somewhat similar to the undead she encountered in Yaozhou City, those monsters that can still move after death but have no consciousness.
The only difference is that Yan Wuju will not attack people on its own initiative.
Zhan Xinjia seemed a little confused.
What's this all about?
The good deeds I had been trying to do seemed to falter, [like they'd run out of power].
[Out of power?]
[It's hard to explain to you. It's like how people need to eat. This kind of living dead also needs to ingest some energy to maintain basic bodily functions. Right now, it's obvious that he doesn't have enough energy. Never mind, I'll try feeding him some high-voltage electricity...]
Jide was a little guilty, after all, the living dead weren't robots, but it still decided to try anything as a last resort.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhan Xinjia received a charred corpse with an afro.
Zhan Xinjia: "..."
After a moment of silence, she got up and hurriedly walked out.
"Damn it, I have to find a way to trick Fu Shouan into taking the blame... Otherwise, when that old Chinese medicine doctor sees me doing this to his dear brother, he'll be so angry that he'll poison me to death."
As soon as she turned around, the young man behind her suddenly moved, and a chilling creaking sound came from his bones.
Zhan Xinjia suddenly turned around—
Yan Wuju, in his wheelchair, slowly turned his neck, his facial features twitching, his eyelids blinking uncontrollably, looking extremely strange, and finally his open mouth uttered two syllables in a halting manner.
"Return immediately..."
"What? Who needs to come back immediately? Who are you looking for? I'll go and call them for you."
The kind-hearted Zhan Xinjia was stunned.
Ji De paused for a moment, then said, "What I'm saying is, is it possible that he's referring to Su Hui, meow?"
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