For reasons she couldn't explain, Zhao Zhi took a step and slowly walked towards the snowman with difficulty.
“Miss, that man is probably dead. Shall we report him to the authorities?” Nan Ying suggested as she helped Zhao Zhi walk forward.
“Let’s see first. If there’s still hope, we’ll consider it a good deed.” Zhao Zhi stepped forward without further ado.
When she got to the "snowman," she boldly brushed the snow off its face. When she saw that familiar face, her breath caught in her throat, and she staggered backward.
"Miss, Miss!" Nan Ying exclaimed in alarm, "Help! Miss has fainted!"
Not far away, a figure appeared behind Zhao Zhi and reached out to support her heavy body.
"Brother!" Zhao Zhi's voice was filled with terror.
Cui Shenghe followed her gaze and saw that Shen Hanshan, who was frozen stiff, was standing in the corner.
He couldn't help but be moved.
He immediately ordered Cui Jiu behind him, "Quickly, bring this person back to the courtyard and do everything you can to treat him!"
The guards responded and carefully carried the frozen Shen Hanshan into the courtyard.
Zhao Zhi's legs went weak, and her body fell backward again.
Cui Shenghe sighed softly, struggled to pick her up, and slowly walked into the courtyard.
"What's going on? Why are you carrying someone in?" Zhao Shouzhen had just gotten up, and his words carried a chill.
Cui Jiu ordered his men to carry Shen Hanshan into a guest room, and Zhao Shouzhen followed him in. When he saw the scene inside, he was shocked.
“Prince Rui!” He looked at Cui Jiu and asked in confusion, “How did he find this place?”
Cui Jiu shook his head. "Master Zhao, let's talk about these things after we've saved him."
Zhao Shouzhen nodded, "You're right." Although they were in Yun Dynasty, Shen Hanshan was once a general of Da Xuan. He risked his life to protect them, the common people, so it was definitely right to save him.
Besides, Shen Hanshan is still his son-in-law.
He went out of the house and instructed Chaoyan to light some charcoal and bring over a few thick cotton quilts.
Asagao agreed to everything and busied herself preparing the things.
As Cui Shenghe carried Zhao Zhi into the house, the charcoal fire grew stronger, its orange-red light flickering in the dim light, much like her anxious mood at that moment.
Shen Hanshan's face was completely bloodless, frighteningly pale.
Cui Jiu and several servants were busy, carefully removing Shen Hanshan's heavy clothes and gently wiping his stiff body with warm towels. The air was filled with the aroma of herbs and charcoal.
Zhao Zhi sat on a chair to the side, her gaze fixed on Shen Hanshan.
Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. If she had told Shen Hanshan the truth from the beginning, would they have avoided so many twists and turns?
However, there were many misunderstandings between the two from the very beginning, which led them to where they are now.
Cui Shenghe gently held Zhao Zhi's hand and comforted her, "Shen Hanshan is a man who has walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He won't be in any trouble easily."
Zhao Zhi raised her head and looked at Cui Shenghe, "Brother, Shen Hanshan will definitely be alright, right? He still wants to see our child born, he still wants to teach them archery and horsemanship, he still wants to..." Zhao Zhi broke down in tears at the end.
"He'll be alright. Zhizhi, you can't be too grief-stricken, it will affect the child." Cui Shenghe instructed someone to bring Zhao Zhi a hot water bottle so she could warm her hands.
Zhao Zhi leaned against Cui Shenghe, panting heavily. It took her a long time to calm down.
As time went by, Shen Hanshan's body gradually began to respond, and his faint breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
A hint of joy flashed in Zhao Zhi's eyes, and she quickly stepped forward and gently took Shen Hanshan's hand.
Shen Hanshan's cold fingers seemed to respond to her call, gradually regaining some warmth.
“Shen Hanshan, you must wake up…” Zhao Zhi’s voice choked with sobs, “When you wake up, I promise you, I will never be separated from you again.”
Hot liquid dripped onto the back of Shen Hanshan's hand. His eyes were closed, and he could not give Zhao Zhi any response.
Upon seeing this, Cui Shenghe waved for everyone else to leave. He slowly lowered the curtain, took a deep look at the two of them, and then left the room.
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