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It took a long while before Lin Huai'en found his voice again and tried to calm his violent heartbeat.
He thought that the reason his heart was so out of control and beating so violently was probably because it was too unexpected - unexpected that a cold-blooded and heartless man like Di Shaoze, who held all the interests in his hands, would actually talk about the word "love" because of someone.
Didn't the book say that the strong never reveal their weaknesses? What happened to Di Shaoze? He suddenly dug up his own weaknesses from his memory and placed them in Lin Huai'en's palm, showing his weakness and begging him for favor.
Lin Huai'en hesitated and didn't speak.
"I have said everything I wanted to say... My dear, please leave..."
After Di Shaoze bloodily peeled off his own heart, he sat down woodenly, like a corpse buried in a pile of earth, all the vitality was drained away, and the light in his eyes was no longer there.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I will take my leave..."
For some reason, Lin Huai'en felt unable to leave, but he also had no reason to stay here... Lin Huai'en lowered his head, tiptoed back, and walked towards the door.
Lin Huai'en immediately went to the blockade area on the ship and visited Xue Dingchu through a thick barrier. Xue Dingchu's condition was not good, lying on the bed with his last breath, and he was breathing more air than he was breathing out.
There are only a few days left to live...
Lin Huai'en bit his lower lip until it bled. He didn't understand why a good man like Xue Dingchu had to suffer such hardship. And why was the plague so cruel, harvesting lives without reason and without mercy.
For Xue Dingchu and the patients, he really needs a prescription to cure the epidemic.
"If he dies...can I still pursue you..."
A sudden male voice suddenly rang out beside him, startling Lin Huai'en. He turned and saw it was Zi Wuye. Zi Wuye stared at Xue Dingchu with his violet eyes, his gaze cold, as if he were looking at a dying kitten or puppy.
"I've loved you since the first time I saw you, and I've loved you for eight whole years... But the man by your side has never been me..." Zi Wuye's eyes became a little more complicated. "At this point, do I still have a chance?"
Lin Huai'en frowned and said, "No."
Zi Wuye felt sad and continued, "You don't have to worry too much... I guess, in all likelihood, Xue Dingchu can be saved..."
In the study on the other side, Di Shaoze made up his mind, sent away all the attendants, left a letter to Doctor Li, and then came to the epidemic village alone. He walked past the pile of corpses, chose a relatively secluded room, and lay down quietly on the bed.
Di Shaoze closed his eyes, waiting for the plague to come.
Di Shaoze was never afraid of death, he was only afraid of dying alone. In the first half of his life, he had been betrayed by countless people, and in turn betrayed countless people, and owed countless retributions, even he couldn't count them all.
A desolate cemetery had long been piled up in his heart, burying tens of thousands of corpses, with only a small flower like Lin Huai'en blooming among them.
This is the only color in his world.
He tried his best to protect this little flower, preventing it from growing outwards, and taking care of it in his own way. But in the end, even this little flower was picked by someone else.
Only then did Di Shaoze finally understand one thing: a selfish and paranoid monster like him would only hurt those around him over and over again, and in the end no one would be with him.
He deserves to be alone...
The dusk deepened.
The baby in Lin Huai'en's belly suddenly stirred, as if anxious and afraid of something. Lin Huai'en sensed the baby's emotions and kept stroking his belly in circles, but it still didn't soothe the baby.
Lin Huai'en was sweating profusely from the pain. Unable to bear the pain any longer, he hurried to the Imperial Physician's Office to see Doctor Li. However, the Imperial Physician's Office was overcrowded, and once again, thick barriers were erected.
After a long while, Doctor Li, wearing a scarf, emerged from the crowd. His face was pale as he said, "Master Lin... Your Majesty... Your Majesty has contracted the disease..."
With a loud bang, Lin Huai'en's mind suddenly cleared and he instantly forgot about the abdominal pain.
Lin Huai'en strained to peer inside, and through the gaps between the people, he caught sight of Di Shaoze, who lay on the bed. His face was devoid of color, his chest and lungs clearly rising and falling, yet he was still breathing with difficulty, as if he were about to expire.
Seeing Di Shaoze like this, Lin Huai'en felt as if his heart had been ripped out, bleeding profusely. He had never imagined that he would see Di Shaoze so vulnerable, like a fish lying on a chopping block, allowing others to slaughter him.
Zi Wuye stepped in, confirmed Di Shaoze's condition, handed the written prescription to Doctor Li, and left without looking back.
Doctor Li looked at the prescription and sighed to Lin Huai'en, "Unfortunately, there's a herb in the prescription that conflicts with your majesty's illness. Your majesty has two overlapping illnesses, and it's hard to say whether you can be saved..."
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