"The Imperial Advisor is Ming Beiya. Isn't he your favorite? Now that you're awake, I'll have someone send him a message."
Shangguan Xuan frowned deeply; his heart was heavy as he uttered these words, but as long as they were useful and prevented Mo Shisheng from falling into a deep sleep, that was all that mattered.
However, Mo Shisheng, who was in a coma, did not react at all when she heard the name Ming Beiya. She remained lying there quietly, her lips turning pale.
Shangguan Xuan could no longer sit idly by and wait for his death. He quickly ordered someone to write a letter and send it back to the capital by fast horse. He insisted on personally delivering it to Ming Beiya!
For two consecutive days, Shangguan Xuan stayed by Mo Shisheng's side, trying to feed her water, but she couldn't get any water in.
Seeing this, Jiang Ge and Jiang Yao lost all interest in training and stayed by Mo Shisheng's side with red eyes.
...
In a daze, a magnetic voice reached her ears, "Sheng Sheng, if you continue to sleep, the poison will spread to your internal organs until you die."
Mo Shisheng heard the voice coming from her mind. She wanted to open her eyes, but the weakness and soreness in her body made it impossible for her to move. She could only lie there motionless.
"Take a deep breath and gather all the toxicity in your dantian. I can absorb it all."
The voice was deep and magnetic, and sounded very familiar, but Mo Shisheng didn't think about it any further. After hearing these words, he immediately gathered all the poison in his dantian.
As waves of sharp pain came, Mo Shisheng felt a dull ache in her chest and a metallic taste rose in her throat. She suddenly rolled over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
She slowly opened her eyes, her vision still somewhat blurry, and a dull ache throbbed in her chest. Her brows were tightly furrowed, unable to relax.
The sudden vomiting of blood startled Shangguan Xuan, Jiang Ge, and Jiang Yao. Shangguan Xuan reached out to help Mo Shisheng sit up, but Mo Shisheng squinted slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move me, I'll just lie down for a while."
"Young Master, sob... Young Master, what's wrong... Why did you suddenly vomit blood..." Jiang Yao took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from Mo Shisheng's lips, tears streaming down her face. "Young Master... sob..."
Mo Shisheng struggled to open her eyes, only to see a blurry figure. She said softly, "Everyone, get out. I need some peace and quiet."
"Can……"
"go out."
Although Mo Shisheng's voice was hoarse and weak, his aura was still undeniable.
Jiang Ge's eyes were also red, but she wasn't as heartbroken as Jiang Yao. After hearing Mo Shisheng's words, she reached out and gently took Jiang Yao's wrist, leading her outside.
Only after they left did Shangguan Xuan slowly stand up, his slender figure standing in front of the couch, and softly say, "I ordered someone to send a message to the Imperial Preceptor's residence at full speed. He should be on his way."
"..."
Without Shangguan Xuan needing to explain, Mo Shisheng already knew that the "he" referred to was Ming Beiya.
Her body was sore and weak, and she had a dull pain in her chest. She didn't have the strength to continue speaking, so she gently closed her eyes.
Before Mo Shisheng could even ask him to leave, Shangguan Xuan spoke up, "I'll be right outside the tent. Call me if you need anything."
He turned and walked out.
A burst of light shone in, but as the curtain was lowered, it gradually blocked out the light.
She lay on the couch and breathed softly, her brow furrowing slightly.
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