Chapter 189 saw it all.
In her dream, Lan Wu could no longer hear Chu Mingheng's soft voice.
She realized something and reached out to touch Chu Mingheng's face, but she couldn't touch it at all. She could only cry out again and again, feeling useless.
Chu Mingheng is dead.
She had never thought about this idea carefully before, but now, a skeleton and a lifeless, cold body were placed before her.
Tears kept welling up in Lan Wu's eyes, streaming down her face. She couldn't wipe them away, and her vision blurred. She couldn't see anything clearly anymore.
She was in pain all over her body.
Her skin felt like it was being burned by fire, and her heart felt like it was being pierced inch by inch by silver needles, so painful that she couldn't straighten up.
As the familiar white light spread around her, she even felt as if she had been transported to another world.
Her vision went completely black again, but then a familiar voice came through, calling her softly and gently in her ear.
What is he saying?
Lan Wu couldn't hear clearly. She struggled to open her eyes, and in the struggle, she seemed to open her mouth and say something, but she couldn't open her eyes for a long time, as if her whole body was being swallowed up by the darkness.
Chu Mingheng only saw her crying incessantly, her tears flowing endlessly. Her heartbroken crying made him panic for a moment. He didn't even care that he was soaked from the rain and reached out to hug Lan Wu.
He called her name again and again.
He gently placed his palm on Lan Wu's forehead and whispered, "It's alright, I'm here, A Wu... A Wu, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"I'm here with you. Don't cry, don't be sad."
"No rush, take your time, okay? Relax... Yes, relax a little, don't rush, I'm here with you, be good, don't move around."
I patiently held and comforted her for a while before Lanwu calmed down a little.
But she was still crying.
Chu Mingheng wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, lowered his eyes and carefully kissed her forehead, whispering softly, as if asking himself, "Why are you crying..."
Lan Wu's consciousness was torn between drowsiness and wakefulness. She seemed to know that as long as she woke up, she could escape the sorrow in her dream and escape everything. However, her consciousness was reluctant to leave, allowing herself to fall into that deep despair.
But how can that be allowed?
She has already left Chu Mingheng once. If she doesn't keep her promise, she will despise herself.
The voice in her ear gradually became clearer and louder; it was Chu Mingheng holding her and whispering in her ear.
"...Actually, in the last life...I think I saw you."
As he spoke, Chu Mingheng seemed to chuckle, mocking himself for either going mad or being too obsessed with the illusion Lan Wu had seen.
"Hearing you cry, I don't even want to die anymore."
But at that point, whether he lives or dies is no longer up to him.
"So when I opened my eyes again and saw you, I knew that dying sooner was indeed a good thing."
If others had heard these words, they would have been trembling with fear and wished they were deaf. But there were only the two of them in the hall, and Lan Wu was still asleep. Chu Mingheng didn't care at all when he said these words.
Lan Wu listened, and it would be even better if she woke up in anger and slapped him.
Ke Lanwu still hadn't woken up.
Chu Mingheng stayed with her for a while longer, and then asked Chen Li to come in and check if her high fever had subsided.
Chen Li thought to himself: This high fever and palpitations won't get better so easily. The Empress's fluctuating condition just now scared them. Now, this high fever will probably take all night to subside.
However, after she took Lan Wu's pulse and carefully examined Lan Wu's current condition, she was greatly shocked.
He really did retire.
Chen Li quickly reported, "Your Majesty, the Empress's high fever has subsided. Just be careful not to let her catch a cold or have nightmares again. If the Empress wakes up later, she can drink another bowl of medicine to prevent her condition from recurring."
"Hmm, go and call someone in to serve you and change the Imperial Concubine into a nightgown."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Chen Li withdrew, thinking to himself: It's truly amazing, the Empress's illness has improved so quickly since His Majesty came.
The palace servants went into the hall to check on Lan Wu's condition. Chu Mingheng took this opportunity to go to the side room to wash up and change his clothes.
When he came out and saw that Lan Wu was still lying down, he told the palace servants to go out again.
After all this fuss, it's well past midnight.
The strong winds and heavy rain outside subsided, the thunder gradually died down, and everything seemed to be returning to calm.
Chu Mingheng lay on his side next to Lan Wu, his gaze slowly sweeping down her face, carefully examining every inch of her features, comparing them to the image in his memory, and finally smiling gently.
very nice.
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Lan Wu woke up in the early morning. Her head was still throbbing and her eyes hurt as soon as she opened her eyes. She was confused, but gradually her consciousness returned as she followed the light from outside the curtains.
More than that, what she noticed first was the hand that was wrapped around her waist, as if it were protecting her like a precious treasure.
A familiar scent enveloped her without warning, and at the same time, a gentle voice, one she had longed for a thousand times, softly called to her:
"Awu, I'm back."
Lan Wu blinked, turned her head and saw Chu Mingheng's face, a face that was younger and healthier than in her dream, yet still carried the same cold and dignified air as in her dream.
However, right now, his face clearly showed satisfaction and a smile as he looked down at her.
Lan Wu stared blankly at him with reddened eyes, as if trying to confirm that this was not a dream.
Seeing that she was about to cry again, Chu Mingheng reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing his cheek against hers and planting a few light kisses on her face. Then, he cupped her face and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, his tone tender yet disapproving:
"You started crying as soon as I returned. You've been crying since last night. If you keep crying, your eyes will be ruined."
Lan Wu's nose was slightly red, and she frowned, looking extremely aggrieved. She reached out and hugged Chu Mingheng's neck, crying even louder.
Chu Mingheng gently rubbed her body and hugged her tighter, patting her back lightly: "It's alright, it's alright now."
Lan Wu's choked voice was filled with helplessness and deep despair, but her first question to Chu Mingheng was, "Are you alright?"
Chu Mingheng paused in his actions, then bent down and pulled her close to him, letting her press against his body before speaking: "It's all better now, Awu, you don't need to worry about me anymore."
Even after he said that, Lan Wu wasn't entirely at ease. She wiped her tears on him, sat up straight facing him, looked at his face, and slowly said, "I saw everything..."
"What did you see?" Chu Mingheng stepped forward and kissed her lips.
Lan Wu gently pursed her lips, wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, and said, "I saw you, you were crying while holding my bones, and then... you just died like that—"
After saying that, Lan Wu couldn't help but lower her head and sob uncontrollably, tears falling like pearls.
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