Chapter 391 I Don’t Like You Anymore
The palace was not close to the moat, and even if she rushed at the fastest speed to clear the path, every breath felt as long as a slow slicing of flesh and blood for Wen Li'er.
The dull sound of the wheels rolling over the cobblestone road seemed to hit her tense nerves directly.
The four words "through the chest" were like poisonous hooks tempered with ice, tearing at her heart repeatedly.
She forced herself not to imagine how hideous the knife wound through his chest was, and not to imagine him bleeding profusely.
But the image kept swirling and magnifying in her mind uncontrollably, almost swallowing her up.
The curtains of the carriage were blown up by the strong wind, and the smell of gunpowder and burning mixed with the faint smell of blood wafted from the direction of the moat, like a cold poisonous snake that drilled into the carriage.
Wen Li'er's stomach cramped violently.
She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted a hint of rusty sweetness, and then she could barely suppress the dizziness and nausea.
When the carriage was still some distance away from the chaotic scene, it was blocked by the surging crowd and the soldiers who were on high alert.
Wen Li'er didn't wait for the carriage to stop. She suddenly opened the curtain and jumped off the shaft amid the exclamations of Yongtai and Qiuying.
"The Queen has arrived--!" Yongtai's sharp and trembling announcement cut through the noise.
The crowd made way for a passage like a tide.
Wen Lier saw at a glance the suffocating scene surrounded by the central open space.
Yan Shixu lay silently on a piece of brocade that was temporarily spread out.
Most of his black suit had been cut open, and the two penetrating wounds on his chest and back were exposed in the dazzling firelight and the bleak skylight.
The blood soaked through the brocade, dark red and sticky, and was still seeping out slowly.
The imperial doctors knelt beside him, sweating profusely and in a panic.
Wu Junnian was using his blood-stained hands to press a handful of strong-smelling black powder onto the wound, trying to block the deadly fountain.
Yan Shixu's face was a deathly grey, his lips were bloodless, and the rise and fall of his chest was so weak that it was almost invisible.
"His Majesty--!"
Wen Li'er's forced composure collapsed the moment she saw the bloody clothes.
She pushed aside the guards in front of her and almost stumbled forward.
Her knees slammed hard against the cold, hard ground, but she didn't even notice.
Her cold fingertips trembled, wanting to touch his lifeless face, but she was afraid of disturbing something, so in the end she just let her finger hang loosely on his bloodstained temples.
"Your Majesty...Axu..."
Her voice was hoarse and broken, with the whimper of a dying animal, completely ignoring the countless pairs of eyes watching her.
All the queen's demeanor, etiquette and rules were torn to pieces at this moment.
All she had in her eyes was this man, whose chest was barely rising or falling, the most important person in her life.
Wen Li'er asked Wu Junnian beside her in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty will be able to wake up successfully, right?"
Wu Junnian opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
He had enough knowledge of his medical skills and did not dare to make any guarantees.
Judge He had also arrived beside the emperor at this time.
Seeing Wu Junnian's appearance, his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly knelt down to take the emperor's pulse.
After he finished, cold sweat broke out on his forehead under Wen Li'er's gaze.
"Your Majesty...I will definitely...do my best." He said so.
Wen Li'er's eyes became even redder.
She gently stroked Yan Shixu's face.
She recalled the night he returned to Beijing. Beneath the Bixi Palace wall, he held her tightly, his breath scorching against her neck. His deep laugh, tinged with satisfaction and possessiveness, whispered in her ear, "Li'er, I really want to crush you into pieces and embed you in my bones and blood..."
When he rubbed her hair, his palms always felt dry and warm...
When he held her hand and told her "Tiantian's safety is the most important", his eyes were so firm and gentle...
The tender scenes turned into the sharpest knives at this moment, stabbing her and almost suffocating her.
The tears finally burst out uncontrollably, blurring her vision in an instant, and fell hotly on the back of his cold hand.
Talk at a leisurely time.
You promised me...
Be careful...
You promised me!
Hot tears dripped onto his gray cheek like beads that had broken off the string, leaving a small wet mark.
She choked with sobs and said word by word:
"Axu... hold on... please... you must hold on. Please, don't abandon me and the child."
Hot tears fell on Yan Shixu's tightly closed eyelids, slid across his eyelashes, and flowed into his eye sockets.
Su Muyang noticed that at this moment, Yan Shixu's fingers hanging by his side seemed to move slightly.
A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he pointed at Yan Shixu's hand and roared.
"He moved... He moved!"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.
The emperor's hands were indeed shaking slightly, but he never opened his eyelids.
But this was enough to make Wen Li'er ecstatic.
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