Hearing Qin Peng's words, Zhao Yu showed a smile that looked like he was about to cry, and then he could no longer hold on and fell suddenly in front of Qin Peng.

The people around him started to shout in surprise, "Your Majesty!"

"Ayu..."

Qin Peng trembled as he tried to help the person on his back, then suddenly responded, "Go back to Xucheng and notify the best doctor! Prepare the horses and call for help!"

As he spoke, Qin Peng turned Zhao Yu over. He had been stabbed in the abdomen with two swords, and hot blood was flowing out.

Qin Peng tried to calm himself down as much as possible. He pressed the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding on Zhao Yu, took out hemostatic and disinfectant medicine from his sleeve and sprinkled it on him, and at the same time took out a bandage.

But her hands were shaking, and she couldn't pull the bandage off several times. At this time, Qin Shuhuai staggered over and asked anxiously: "Pengpeng! Pengpeng, are you okay?"

He rushed to Qin Peng and raised his hand to examine Qin Peng.

Qin Peng raised her eyes to look at Qin Shuhuai. The moment she saw Qin Shuhuai, she was still trembling.

"Save Ayu..."

There was a cry in her voice that she herself didn't even know was coming. She seemed to have grasped the only straw and looked at Qin Shuhuai and said, "Save him!"

Qin Shuhuai was slightly startled, then reacted, took the bandage from Qin Peng's hand, quickly bandaged Zhao Peng's wound, and said, "You are scared, he will be fine. I am here, I am here."

Qin Peng said nothing. She looked at Zhao Yu, who was lying in her arms, very weak, and gritted her teeth.

She felt extremely scared.

Zhao Yu was her support and hope for most of her life. She gave him her unreserved love. He was her only remaining relative. She didn't have many other expectations, just hoping that he could live a good life.

She was already dead, and life and death were no longer that important to her. But Zhao Yu was different.

He is the current monarch of Northern Yan and the reason why Northern Yan is now stable and peaceful.

There are many ethnic groups within Northern Yan. Although Zhao Yu is less than 23 years old, he is the only monarch who has kept all ethnic groups stable and peaceful since the founding of Northern Yan.

This is her younger brother, the pride of her life.

If he died to save her, it would be a sin she would never be able to forgive herself for.

Someone nearby pulled a carriage over, and Qin Shuhuai said to Qin Peng, "Pengpeng, move him to the carriage."

Qin Peng raised her head, still a little dazed. She roughly knew what Qin Shuhuai said and nodded.

Three people came over, lifted Zhao Yu's head and feet, supported his waist, kept his wounds from being pressed, and moved him to the carriage. After getting on the carriage, Qin Peng sat next to Zhao Yu and held his head in her arms, as if this posture would make her feel safer.

Qin Shuhuai was sitting nearby. Seeing Qin Peng's expression, he couldn't help but said, "Peng Peng, he will be fine."

Qin Peng turned around woodenly, glanced at Qin Shuhuai, responded and nodded, but he didn't look like he had heard anything at all.

Qin Shuhuai couldn't describe how he felt, but he knew that any feelings were not suitable to be expressed at this moment.

Qin Peng held Zhao Yu, feeling as if she was holding the only floating wood in the water. The carriage creaked, and she said in a hoarse voice: "My mother was not kind to me when I was a child."

"I know."

Qin Shuhuai nodded and responded. However, his response did not seem to be that important. He was not even sure whether Qin Peng had listened to him. Qin Peng hugged Zhao Yu, caressing him and peeling off his poison.

Under the mask is an extremely delicate face. For a man, such a look is a little too flamboyant, but one has to admit that it is an extremely beautiful face.

Qin Peng looked at this face and couldn't help but shed tears and smiled softly.

She had been thinking about him day and night for six years, and finally saw him again.

She put her face close to Zhao Yu's face and said in a hoarse voice: "At that time, only Ayu was kind to me. Every time my mother gave delicious food to Ayu, Ayu would secretly hide it, crawl into my bed at night, and whisper to me, this is delicious, Ayu missed her sister, so she gave it to her sister."

Qin Peng's tears fell, but she still forced a smile, and she couldn't help tightening her arms around Zhao Yu. Qin Shuhuai watched quietly, and felt a tightness in his chest. He walked behind Qin Peng, half squatted down, and held her in his arms.

"It's all in the past." He lowered his head and kissed her: "You are already Qin Peng, Pengpeng. Everything that happened yesterday is like your death yesterday; everything that happens today is like your birth today."

"But I'm still alive!"

Qin Peng turned around abruptly and screamed, "I'm still alive, and I'm still her sister! Zhao Yu is my lifelong brother, and I will protect and miss him for the rest of my life! And you recognized him," Qin Peng lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "You didn't tell me, and you didn't tell him my identity."

Qin Shuhuai didn't say anything. He looked at the girl's cold and stubborn eyes.

She approached him and lowered her voice: "Isn't it? I thought it was strange that you and he were alone in the tent that day. What were you talking about with a Beiyan conspirator? You recognized him a long time ago, right?"

"Do you believe me when I say I didn't recognize you?"

Qin Shuhuai spoke sarcastically, and Qin Peng looked at him with sarcasm: "Do you dare to say that?"

"I dare not." Qin Shuhuai looked up at her: "But no matter whether I really recognized him or not, you will not believe that I didn't recognize him. But Qin Peng, aren't you surprised?" Qin Shuhuai leaned close to her, their breaths intertwined, and Qin Shuhuai's eyes were full of scrutiny: "I recognized Zhao Yu, why can't you recognize him? Isn't he your brother who depends on you for life?"

Qin Peng was slightly stunned.

Yes, Qin Shuhuai recognized Zhao Yu, so why couldn’t she recognize him?

Because... Yan Gui is not like Zhao Yu.

The Zhao Yu in her memory was always gentle, well-behaved, with a boyish temper and innocence, straightforward, honest and lovable, who liked to act coquettishly and naughtily with her. Except for being a little smarter, he was no different from an ordinary teenager.

But what about Yan Gui?

He is very cunning and scheming, and the smile on his face is hypocritical and long-lasting, as if he can cover up all the darkness and depth with his smile.

That was not her Zhao Yu.

Qin Shuhuai looked at Qin Peng in a daze, and he said slowly: "Pengpeng, Zhao Yu is never as simple as you think."

"so what?"

Qin Peng came back to his senses and frowned, "Is this the reason why you didn't tell us the truth? Is this the reason why you prevented us from meeting?"

"What if he doesn't want to see you?"

Qin Shuhuai felt that his voice sounded a little dry.

He always knew that he was not as important as Zhao Yu in Qin Peng's heart, but every time he faced such a moment, he felt embarrassed.

He forced himself to be rational and looked up at Qin Peng: "He is already the emperor. Have you ever thought about whether he still wants to see you?"

"I thought about it," Qin Peng said, tears falling, "but when he stood in front of me, I felt that I was wrong."

"I should have seen him earlier," Qin Peng turned around and hugged him, whispering, "I should have gone home earlier."

Qin Shuhuai didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes, restrained himself, and tried hard to tell himself that Qin Peng needed him at this moment and he couldn't do anything that would further hurt Qin Peng.

He said nothing, but just quietly held the person in his arms, wanting to give her strength and courage.

After a while, the carriage arrived at Xu Chengwei's mansion. Qin Peng quickly jumped off and asked someone to carry Zhao Yu in.

Zhao Yu's people came to inform Wei Mansion in advance, and Wei Chun had already made preparations. As soon as Zhao Yu entered, doctors rushed over, some examined him, and some gave him injections.

Qin Peng just stood outside, watching the doctor busy himself.

Qin Shuhuai stood behind her, watching silently.

After a long while, a doctor stood up and said to Wei Chun, "General, is this young master's family here?"

Out of confidentiality, Wei Chun did not tell the doctor Zhao Yu's identity. After hearing this, Qin Peng stepped forward anxiously: "Yes, I'm here."

The doctor nodded, looked at Qin Peng and said, "Miss, this young man has injured his lungs. We have used medicine to delay the disease, but our medical skills are limited. Please find another famous doctor."

After saying this, Qin Peng's head buzzed for a moment, and he said hoarsely, "What did you say?"

Qin Shuhuai came forward, supported Qin Peng, and said to the doctor: "You said that using medicine to delay the disease, how long can it last?"

"No more than ten days at most." The doctor was very calm. He turned his head to look at Zhao Yu and said regretfully, "With such injuries, doctors usually have no power to save her. Miss, you should make plans for your funeral early."

Qin Peng didn't say anything, she clenched her fists.

She really wanted to yell at the doctor in front of her, saying he was talking nonsense.

Zhao Yu is the emperor of Northern Yan and the true emperor. How could he die so easily?

However, reason told her that the doctor had no grudges against her and there was no need for him to tell such a lie.

Qin Shuhuai supported her from behind. His warmth, transmitted through his clothes, gave her an inexplicable strength and courage, calming her down.

"Please ask the miracle doctor Mo Qing to come from Xuanjing."

Qin Shuhuai immediately told the people around him to calm Qin Peng down, and said to the doctor, "Do your best to keep this young master alive. Use any expensive herbs you can. The most important thing is that he survives."

Seeing that the family was calm, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

Reporting a death to a family member is always the most dangerous moment for a doctor, especially when facing a character who is obviously a high-ranking official.

While Qin Shuhuai was talking, Qin Peng slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, turned to Wei Chun and said, "Wei Chun, post a notice in my name, asking for famous doctors from all over the world. As long as they can cure this young master's illness, I can agree to one of his requests."

"Change to mine."

Qin Shuhuai spoke decisively and interrupted Qin Peng.

Wei Chun nodded, understanding what Qin Shuhuai meant.

Qin Peng’s promise, what if someone else asked Qin Peng to marry?

Everyone followed the instructions and Qin Shuhuai stopped Wei Chun and said, "Please send someone to look for my people, especially a man named Zhao Yi."

"Zhao Yi?" Wei Chun was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, he has returned. He is injured and has brought people back to look for you. He should be back soon."

After hearing this, Qin Shuhuai felt relieved. When Zhao Yu attacked just now, Zhao Yi must have been chased and separated from them, so he went to call for help first when he saw that the situation was not right.

After Wei Chun took his people away, only the doctor, Qin Peng and Qin Shuhuai were left in the room.

Qin Peng stood there looking at Zhao Yu. Qin Shuhuai sighed and said to her, "Go and have a rest."

"You go first."

Qin Peng spoke in a hoarse voice. Qin Shuhuai knew that Qin Peng would not leave at this moment, so he moved two stools and said to Qin Peng: "Then you sit here and watch."

Qin Peng did not refuse. She sat down beside the bed, held Zhao Yu's hand, and stared at Zhao Yu without saying a word.

She seemed to want to capture every moment of Zhao Yu in her eyes, and even blinking seemed unnecessary.

Qin Shuhuai sat with her and watched over her. Qin Peng had not eaten anything at night, so he asked someone to make some Tremella fuciformis soup and fed it to her mouthful by mouthful.

She seemed to have lost her soul. She just held Zhao Yu's hand and stared at him blankly.

Qin Shuhuai fed her and she opened her mouth.

After Qin Shuhuai fed her, he sat back beside her.

When the night got cooler, Qin Shuhuai went to get a cloak and put it on her.

Everyone was asleep at this time, Qin Peng finally spoke: "Aren't you tired?"

"Um?"

Qin Shuhuai raised his eyes, not understanding what Qin Peng meant.

Qin Peng finally turned his gaze over and looked at him in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you tired?"

After hearing this, Qin Shuhuai finally realized what Qin Peng meant.

Isn't he tired of this relationship that has almost no reciprocation?

Qin Shuhuai's face turned pale. He held Qin Peng's hand and lowered his eyes: "I was tired at first, but now that you asked me this, I'm not tired anymore."

"Peng Peng," he raised his head and smiled, his eyes full of candlelight as he looked at the crying girl in front of him: "I am your husband. If I don't support you at this time, who else will support you?"

As he spoke, Qin Peng's tears fell. She looked at the man in front of her and somehow remembered that many years ago, when she sent her mother up the mountain, it was him who stood behind her and used his shoulders to support the wooden stick that was weighing her down and making her unable to stand.

And suddenly he remembered the day when she walked out of Li Shu's palace, he stood against the light, holding Liu Shuyan's face, and said, "If the princess falls, there are still people who can help her up."

She couldn't help it and threw herself into Qin Shuhuai's arms.

"I'm so scared." She suppressed her tears, afraid of disturbing Zhao Yu: "Shu Huai, I'm really scared."

Qin Shuhuai hugged her, and felt that her tears seemed to burn his heart, making him feel as if something was stuck in his throat, choking and painful. All the pent-up anger instantly dissipated under this person's tears. He patted her back gently and sighed helplessly.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly, "I'm here, I'll take care of everything, Pengpeng." He pulled her up, held her in his arms, and rested his head against her forehead. She kept crying, twitching because of crying, like a child. His eyes were full of helplessness, and he said slowly, "From the moment you married me, you are my wife. No matter what difficulties you are in, I will accompany you."

"Don't be afraid."

His words seemed to have an inexplicable power that calmed her heart and made her calm down.

She looked up at him, and his eyes were calm and gentle.

Some people are sources of light who can steadily and continuously give you light and love.

People who lack love often worry about gain and loss, and their emotions are always extreme, with intense love and incisive hatred. They switch between highs and lows at any time, and then suddenly break the taut string at a certain moment, and go to eternal damnation.

They need such a light source, a light source that always gives her steady support and love. No matter she is happy or despairing, sad or happy, he is always stable, peaceful, long-lasting, and shines warmly on her.

Qin Peng stared at Qin Shuhuai blankly.

For the first time, she realized that this person's love was such a peaceful existence.

When he was young, he did not understand the value of such stability. He was too restrained, too tolerant, and too calm.

After experiencing many ups and downs, and being supported by this man again in desperate situation, she suddenly realized that she had such a precious relationship.

She looked at Qin Shuhuai and couldn't help but reach out and hug him.

Qin Shuhuai was slightly stunned, then he reacted and couldn't help laughing.

"It's okay."

He hugged her and said softly, "Don't cry, okay? Yu hasn't gotten into trouble yet, so don't get into trouble first, okay?"

"Um."

Qin Peng replied with a nasal voice, but said: "You go to sleep first, I will feel at ease watching him."

Qin Shuhuai was about to speak when he heard the person in front of him lower his head and whispered, "Go to sleep. I feel bad for you."

Qin Shuhuai felt his heart melt when he heard this. He lowered his head, suppressed his overwhelming joy, and responded, "I'll be on guard tomorrow night."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and said to her, "I'm outside. Call me if you need anything."

Qin Peng nodded, and Qin Shuhuai walked out.

Qin Peng stayed there until almost dawn, feeling a little dazed.

She vaguely heard Zhao Yu calling her. She quickly opened her eyes and saw that Zhao Yu seemed to be in a nightmare, calling her over and over again: "Sister... Sister... Don't go... Don't go..."

As he spoke, Zhao Yu waved his hands, as if he was deeply immersed in this dream.

Tears rolled down his eyes, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "Zhao Peng, you dare to leave!"

This shout woke him up completely. Qin Shuhuai also woke up at this time and asked, "Peng Peng?"

"It's okay," Qin Peng said hoarsely, "He's in a nightmare, go to sleep."

Qin Shuhuai responded and closed his eyes.

Qin Peng replied to Qin Shuhuai, leaned over and saw Zhao Yu with his eyes half closed.

He looked up at the ceiling of the bed, his vision unfocused as if he were still in a dream.

Qin Peng was afraid of startling him, so he slowed down his voice and asked softly, "Ayu?"

Zhao Yu turned around blankly and saw Qin Peng. He was stunned for a moment, then he grabbed Qin Peng's hand tightly: "Is it you? Sister, is it you?"

"It's me," Qin Peng held him back, trying to calm him down. He couldn't move because of the wound, so she held him down and said gently, "It's me, Ayu, don't move."

The pain from the wound sobered Zhao Yu up a little, but he still refused to let go. He held Qin Peng tightly and said, "You're alive? You're alive, right? I know you won't die. Sister, I know..."

"Yes," Zhao Yu used too much force, causing Qin Peng some pain, but she still smiled and comforted him: "I'm alive, Yu, calm down first, you are still injured, let's talk slowly, okay?"

After hearing this, Zhao Yu finally calmed down a little. He kept staring at Qin Peng without taking his eyes away.

"Are you a resurrected corpse?"

After a long time, Zhao Yu finally spoke again. This time his tone was much more normal. Qin Peng nodded, her face gentle: "Yes, I am a resurrected corpse." As she said that, she turned her head and couldn't help laughing: "Are you afraid, Yu?"

When Zhao Yu was a child, he was very afraid of ghosts and didn’t dare to sleep alone at night, so she always accompanied him.

After hearing this, Zhao Yu understood that Qin Peng was making fun of him. He looked at Qin Peng tucking her in, his eyes moist, and said with a smile: "I was afraid of ghosts when I was a child. After my sister died, I especially hoped that there would be ghosts in this world. If there were ghosts, I could see my sister again."

Qin Peng felt a little sad after hearing his words. She sat aside, held Zhao Yu's hand, and said hoarsely, "I should have come to see you earlier."

"Why not come?"

There was some grievance in Zhao Yu's voice, like a child: "I have been waiting for my sister, why don't you come to see A Yu?"

Qin Peng sniffed and said, "Ayu is the emperor, I'm afraid you don't want to see me."

"How come?"

Zhao Yu immediately understood what Qin Peng meant. He placed Qin Peng's hand on his face and said seriously, "I can give the whole world to you. Whether A-Yu becomes the emperor or not, you will always be my A-Yu."

When he said this, his expression was clear, exactly the same as it was back then.

Qin Peng almost thought that she was still a teenager when Zhao Yu couldn't sleep at night and asked her to come over to watch over him. He lay on the bed and she sat beside him. He held her hand and listened to her tell him stories.

When she married Qin Shuhuai, Zhao Yu was only thirteen years old. At that time, he kept crying at night. Sometimes he cried so hard that the servants would come to find Bai Zhi, and Bai Zhi would come to call her. She often went back to the palace in the middle of the night to accompany him. As soon as she went there, he would behave well.

Qin Shuhuai quarreled with her many times about this matter.

The young Qin Shuhuai had not yet learned the forbearance he has today, and he directly scolded Zhao Yu in front of her: "A thirteen-year-old boy still needs his married sister to watch over him before he can sleep. How can this be?!"

Qin Peng also felt that there was something wrong with this matter, but before she could say it out loud, Zhao Yu never contacted her again.

Later, he fainted in the classroom. The imperial physician diagnosed that it was caused by long-term insomnia.

She complained to him, why didn't he sleep?

He looked at her and said calmly, "I can't sleep."

"Where's the imperial physician? Didn't the imperial physician prescribe medicine for you?"

"It's open," Zhao Yu raised his head and looked at her, his eyes full of bitterness: "But my sister is not here, A-Yu has no medicine to cure, no way to treat it. Every time when it's late at night, I always feel that there are ghosts coming, and I hear my mother sobbing. No one can save me..."

Then she realized that Zhao Yu had a knot in his heart.

"Then..." She said in a dry voice: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I heard that my sister and brother-in-law had a quarrel over this matter," Zhao Yu lowered his eyes, his expression full of bitterness: "My sister will have her own life after all. Ayu has to walk her own path."

"Nonsense!" She scolded him angrily, "Since I am your sister, I will take care of you all my life. You are so sick, why should he still hold me back? If I have to cut off all ties with you after I get married, then I would rather not get married!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yu finally smiled. He looked up at her with a gorgeous smile: "I know that you are good to me, and I only hope that you will be good to me like this for the rest of my life."

From then on, she went to his palace every day and returned to her own room after he fell asleep.

Qin Shuhuai had quarreled, argued, and had the cold war with her, but every time she thought of Zhao Yu's eyes that were filled with all the desire and hope, she felt that she could not abandon him.

Now, after so many years, she thought that as an emperor, he should have changed.

However, when she touched those eyes, she was shocked.

He never changed.

"In front of my sister," he raised his hand and held Qin Peng's hand, his expression was satisfied, as if he had found a lost treasure, his eyes were full of fascination and tenderness: "The world is nothing but a sharp blade to protect her; the country is nothing but a gift to win her favor. As long as my sister says a word," he raised his head and smiled devoutly: "The country of Beiyan will belong to my sister."