"master!"
Siqin stared at the sudden turn of events, her mind going blank for a moment.
Without hesitation, she handed the girl in her arms to the woman beside her, and with the speed of a 100-meter sprint, she jumped off the cliff with Song Xizhi.
Everyone was shocked by what they saw and turned to look at the empty cliff.
The King of Xiu, who was directing the crowd, suddenly changed his expression. He hurriedly took a few steps to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the surging floodwaters that had already submerged people until they disappeared.
Prince Xiu's tongue tightened, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Song Xizhi has fallen into the flash flood! Someone, hurry and save him! Hurry and save him!"
Falling into a flash flood in the dead of winter means encountering not only mud and water, but also sharp rocks and large trees. At that moment, attempting to rescue someone is a matter of life and death.
King Xiu's words silenced the surrounding soldiers, who hesitated and did not step forward.
When Emperor Guangqi heard the news, his eyes narrowed sharply. When he looked up, he saw that the faces of the Su family members beside him had turned completely pale.
"Guards! Go and rescue Song Xizhi. I need him alive. You must bring him to safety."
Upon hearing this, the guards headed straight towards the cliff.
Su Mingli's face was pale. He raised his eyes and glanced at Su Mingren beside him, whispering, "Brother, take good care of Father and His Majesty."
After saying this, he turned around without hesitation and squeezed against the flow of people toward the cliff.
His figure, moving against the flow of traffic, stood out prominently, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Emperor Guangqi frowned and called out several times, "Lord Su, Su Mingli, what are you doing?"
Su Mingli did not answer, but silently squeezed towards the edge of the cliff. The emperor's brows furrowed even more deeply: "Su Mingli, you just came back from the brink of death, stop for me!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Su Mingli's thin back and jumped off the cliff without hesitation.
Sleeves fluttered.
Everyone was stunned by the scene before them.
Su Shaoyuan stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, and before he could catch his breath, he collapsed to the ground.
The floodwaters are so cold that a person can lose consciousness the instant they fall in.
Song Xizhi struggled desperately, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get his head above water; his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Sharp stones and branches scraped against her body, and the pain in her side brought her back to her senses, but the suffocating feeling made her lose consciousness again.
Everything before her eyes became blurry, and she could no longer distinguish whether what she was experiencing was a dream or reality.
Everything felt like a return to that cold winter day from my childhood.
She was also pushed into the water without hesitation by a hidden hand.
Everyone on the shore was watching as she struggled, feeling the malicious mockery.
She just wanted a chance to live, just like she had been barely surviving in the Song family all these years.
But the water flow was like a merciless hand, grabbing her by the neck and pressing her down, down again and again.
They left her no way out.
That was Song Xizhi's nightmare.
After choking on water several times, Song Xizhi's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his body gradually grew heavy, eventually giving up the struggle.
But at that moment, she heard a hoarse male voice in her ear, as if it were softly calling her name.
"Zhi zhi, zhi zhi."
Song Xizhi was somewhat stunned, tears unconsciously flowing from the corners of her eyes, when she felt a burning body temperature tightly enveloping her.
The man's hard chest pressed tightly against her, encircling her in his arms, just like they had done more than ten years ago in the lake.
Is it He Jingyan?
Was it He Jingyan who came to save her?
Just like it was a decade or two ago?
Song Xizhi tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids were incredibly heavy, and a feeling of suffocation almost overwhelmed her.
Her body had reached its limit.
But at that moment, the man pressed his lips against hers without hesitation.
Air flowed continuously into his lips, and his consciousness, which had reached its limit, was restored.
Feeling the soft touch on her lips and the warmth of his body, Song Xizhi struggled to open her eyes. Through the haze, all she could see were the man's affectionate eyes.
She felt somewhat dazed, thinking that this face was the same as He Jingyan's, yet different.
"Husband?"
"My husband..."
She cried out unconsciously, hugging the man in front of her tightly, as if she were clutching a lifeline.
The man felt her long-lost intimacy and was momentarily lost in thought, then hugged her even tighter: "I'm here, Zhizhi, I'm here."
"Don't sleep, Zhizhi, I love you."
The man spoke with utmost tenderness, and once again, an uncontrollable kiss landed on the woman's red lips.
The surging floodwaters carried the two of them up and down. Sharp boulders cut into the man's back, causing him to groan, but he held the woman in his arms even tighter.
The man had one arm around Song Xizhi and the other hand on the driftwood. After an unknown amount of time, they finally drifted to a slope and struggled to climb up.
Covered in blood, he looked at a cave in the distance, picked up Song Xizhi and carried him to the cave, where he collapsed from exhaustion.
...
Song Xizhi was awakened by the intense heat.
After vomiting several mouthfuls of water, she opened her eyes and found a heavy hand pressing firmly on her chest.
A man was lying next to me.
The man's familiar actions were habitual and natural, just like when she used to wake up every day at the Marquis's residence.
She unconsciously reached out and placed her hand on the man's chest.
She had done this action hundreds of times before.
When her fingers felt the sticky, warm moisture, she paused for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses.
She then realized that it was human blood.
At this moment, Song Xizhi's consciousness returned, and his brain was flooded with memories of being in the flood.
She remembered that it was her husband who saved her, just like more than ten years ago when she was in the frozen lake.
This time, he saved her again, giving her breathing.
Their lips met, a familiar sensation washing over her; this time, she was certain she wouldn't mistake it again.
Thinking it over, Song Xizhi laboriously moved the man's arm away, enduring the sharp pain in her waist, and sat up with difficulty, looking in the man's direction.
But what came into view was a completely different face.
The man's eyes were closed, and his body was filthy, but his deep features revealed his sharp features.
This is not He Jingyan, nor is it her husband.
Yes... Your Highness the Crown Prince.
Song Xizhi felt a buzzing in her head; she was incredulous and unable to think straight.
The one who saved her from the flood was not He Jingyan, but the Crown Prince...
She vaguely recalled that at the end, the Crown Prince held her tightly and uncontrollably kissed her on the corner of his mouth.
Song Xizhi paused slightly, his eyes becoming serious.
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