Chapter 211
Shen Qingnian was panting heavily. Her throat was dry, and the man's body was a little cold. His eyes were tightly closed, which made her feel a little flustered.
She couldn't help but cry out, "Your Majesty, please wake up, please wake up..."
She was terrified that the other person would just faint and never wake up again.
Thinking of this, Shen Qingnian felt a surge of anxiety, and her tone became somewhat urgent: "Your Majesty, Song Xuan, wake up?"
As she spoke, she pinched Song Xuan's waist hard with her other hand, trying to wake him up.
The man kept his eyes tightly closed and remained motionless, as if he were dead.
Upon seeing this, Shen Qingnian stopped in her tracks, tightening her grip and repeatedly saying, "Song Xuan, Song Xuan, don't die! You can't die!"
She didn't want the man to die; he was the emperor, and also Xiao Xi and Yan Qing's father—how could he die...?
Memories of their past interactions flooded her mind. She couldn't accept that the man wouldn't wake up. Fear and pain gradually enveloped her, and her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
She couldn't help but recall her departure three years ago, and how heartbroken Song Xuan must have been back then...
Just after Shen Qingnian choked half a cup of tea, the man on her shoulder gasped, his voice weak: "Hiss...you're going to strangle me to death..."
The person on her shoulder finally stirred.
"Song Xuan, Song Xuan, you're not dead," Shen Qingnian's eyes were wet, her voice trembled slightly, and her tone was tinged with sobs.
The man's motionless appearance had terrified her. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, and sadness and regret seemed to be threatening to engulf her.
Now that she saw the other person wake up, her voice trembled, the pain in her heart disappeared, and her tone was filled with joy and relief.
Song Xuan let out a light breath. He had multiple injuries and his body was weak and powerless, so he couldn't muster much strength.
"I'll rest here for a bit, and then I'll continue when I've regained some strength..." he said weakly.
The two are currently in the mountains and seem to be safe. If Qing Nian were to carry him the whole time, he would probably die of exhaustion before they even left the mountains.
Although Shen Qingnian is resilient, she is still just an ordinary woman.
She responded softly, and by the faint moonlight filtering through the leaves, she saw a large tree ahead. She carried the man toward the tree.
The next moment, she lost her footing, and the two of them fell into a pit with a 'plop'.
In the instant of landing, Song Xuan used all his strength to pull Shen Qingnian's waist, using himself as a cushion—all subconscious actions.
The two fell into a pit that was half a person's height. Shen Qingnian landed on top of Song Xuan, who was so dizzy from the impact that he almost passed out again. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Shen Qingnian felt the warmth on the top of her head and realized that the man had vomited blood. She quickly got off him and used her blood-stained sleeve to wipe the blood off his face.
Her voice was somewhat panicked: "How are you? Did you fall? Can you still keep going?"
She was afraid the man would break it.
Song Xuan felt his face being roughly wiped by a blood-stained sleeve, the force of which caused him some pain.
So much happened tonight, she must be terrified...
"I'm fine. You should rest. The blood you just coughed up was just stagnant blood. Spitting it out will actually help," Song Xuan comforted Shen Qingnian.
Shen Qingnian breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and began to observe the situation inside the pit by the dim moonlight.
This pit is quite large, as if someone dug it on purpose, probably a hunter.
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