Chapter 395 Yan Shixu was awakened
Yan Shixu was awakened by the fright.
In his twenty-seven years of life, he had never been so frightened. It was as if his soul was torn apart by the cold and chilling scene.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Cold sweat had already soaked through the middle shirt, and the cold fabric stuck tightly to the skin, sticky like a layer of cold snake skin.
In my mind, the ebony tablets arranged in a solemn manner on the rosewood altar still lingered stubbornly and could not be shaken off.
Names carved in gold, enough to cut his soul into pieces, flickered and burned in the darkness, scorching his nerves like branding irons:
Li'er... Xiaoxiao... Miaomiao... Zhaozhao... Mumu...
That Tiantian when I grow up.
Tiantian, who was kneeling in front of the tablet in the empty palace, muttering in despair, "I can't go back."
The desperate whisper made him feel heartbroken.
"Your Majesty?" The palace servant who was assigned to guard the door of the inner hall today vaguely heard heavy breathing from inside.
The palace maid asked tentatively in a low voice, with a hint of cautious surprise in her tone.
"You...you're awake? I'll just..."
"roll!"
A hoarse, almost roaring growl suddenly exploded from the dragon bed, carrying with it an unprecedented violence and panic.
Yan Shixu didn't even see who was speaking, his body's instinct had reacted before his consciousness.
He just wanted to isolate himself from all prying eyes and possible threats and extinguish the embers of the nightmare once and for all.
The palace maid was so frightened that she trembled all over and fell heavily to her knees on the ground with a thud.
It took him a long while to get up using his hands and feet, and then he staggered back out.
The bedroom fell into dead silence again.
Only Yan Shixu's heavy and chaotic breathing echoed in the empty space, like a dying beast trapped in a desperate situation.
Not here!
He struggled to support his heavy upper body, but the movement was too big and affected the injury on his chest.
The pain was so severe that his vision went dark and cold sweat started to drip down his face again.
He didn't care about these things. His eyes were like two red-hot irons, scanning the surroundings eagerly with burning thirst.
Bright yellow curtains hung low, and the familiar, soothing scent of ambergris lingered faintly.
Beneath him was a hard sandalwood dragon bed... This was his Purple Palace!
It’s not that cold, lifeless palace with tablets of his wife and children engraved on it!
A huge feeling of exhaustion, as if he had survived a disaster, instantly gripped him, almost making him collapse again, even his breathing was trembling.
However, the chill brought by the nightmare has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and cannot be dispelled.
Li'er...children...
He had to see it with his own eyes! Now! Right now!
"Someone come here!" Yan Shixu's voice was hoarse and cracked, and every word seemed to be torn out from the depths of his throat, carrying a bloody smell.
"Quickly send a message to the Queen and the princes and princesses! Immediately!"
"Yes! I obey your order!
"Outside the palace, Yongtai, who had just been to the imperial kitchen and was serving some warming soup, was so excited that he almost knocked over the tray when he heard the roar.
He suppressed his excitement and responded with a voice that almost broke, and immediately shouted out:
"Quick! Go get the Empress and the young masters! His Majesty is awake! Run!"
After giving the order, he stumbled into the bedroom and looked at the emperor struggling to sit up, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.
"Your Majesty! You are finally awake! For the past month or so... your heart has been hanging on the edge of a knife!"
"The Queen has just left for a quarter of an hour to go to the side hall to coax the young ladies to sleep. She will be here soon."
He put the tray on the table, knelt down beside the bed, and sobbed.
Yan Shixu tilted his head to look at him.
I saw that Yongtai was still as fair and clean-looking as he was in his youth, and heard him say that Li'er and several children were still there!
His heart, which was tense and about to break, finally settled back into his chest a little.
But soon, his body tensed up again, and he ordered in a hoarse voice: "Send someone to pick them up! Send more people! Make sure they are safe!"
Yongtai was stunned and confused.
The Empress is just a stone's throw away in the side hall, why send so many people to meet her?
But since His Majesty had given an order, he dared not disobey in the slightest and immediately replied, "Yes! I'll do it right away! Commander Zhang!"
He walked quickly out of the hall and ran into Zhang Sicheng who had hurried over after hearing the news.
"Commander Zhang, His Majesty has ordered that more men be dispatched to the side hall to fetch the Empress and the princes and princesses! Be sure to ensure that everything is done properly! You will lead the troops yourself!"
Zhang Sicheng looked at Yongtai in confusion and left scratching his head.
Inside the hall, Yan Shixu's eyes were fixed on the pearl curtain leading from the inner hall to the middle hall.
It was as if a monstrous beast that could devour everything would burst out from there at any time and completely tear apart the little warmth he had just grasped.
Time has never been so long and agonizing.
Every breath seemed extremely long, the wound on my chest was burning with pain in the anxious waiting, and cold sweat soaked my temples.
finally!
A burst of quick and subtle footsteps came from far away.
The clear and sleepy voice of a child pierced the silence like a sound from nature.
"Mother...is Father awake? Xiaoxiao misses him so much..."
"Miaomiao also misses father..."
Then came another soft, slightly dazed voice:
"Everyday... I miss my father too..."
Yan Shixu's heart suddenly sank.
This was the first time he heard the word "want" so clearly from Tiantian's mouth, with a childlike innocence of complete dependence.
This formed a stark contrast with the cold and desperate "Yan Xingtian" in the dream.
The next moment, the bead curtain was suddenly lifted by a slender hand.
Wen Li'er almost bumped in.
The cool night air enveloped her, and a strand of hair on her temples stuck to her cheek in a messy manner.
"His Majesty!"
A cry came out of her mouth with a tearful tone, but she suppressed it in an instant, leaving only a trembling tail tone.
She rushed to the dragon bed in a few steps, and her cold fingertips, with cautious tentativeness and the aftermath of ecstasy, gently stroked Yan Shixu's pale and thin cheek.
The real, warm touch instantly broke down her nerves that had been tense for over a month and were on the verge of collapse.
Tears flowed silently and welled up in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, you finally woke up..."
"Pear..."
Yan Shixu grabbed her wrist tightly with his backhand, with astonishing force, as if a drowning person had grabbed a piece of driftwood.
He stared at her face, her eyebrows, her lips greedily and almost fiercely. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with great fear and relief at having lost and regained something.
It seemed as if it wanted to sear the vivid, warm image of her at that moment into the depths of her soul, covering up the cold tablet in the nightmare.
"Father! Father is awake!"
Following closely behind were Xiaoxiao and Miaomiao.
The two little guys were obviously woken up in a hurry. They were rubbing their sleepy eyes, and their little faces still had a confused look of being half asleep and half awake.
But when he saw that the familiar figure on the dragon bed really opened his eyes, he suddenly burst into great surprise.
"Father!" They were like two happy little birds, rushing towards the dragon bed regardless of anything, wanting to stuff all their longing for each other for many days into their father's arms.
"Don't touch your father!"
Wen Li'er's heart tightened and she let out a low cry. She quickly let go of Yan Shixu's hand, turned around and opened her arms to stop the two reckless little guys.
"Father's injury hasn't healed yet, so don't touch him!"
Xiaoxiao and Miaomiao were stopped by their mother. They pouted, but immediately stood up straight.
Her big eyes, like black grapes, stared at Yan Shixu closely, filled with admiration and peace of mind.
"Xiaoxiao/Miaomiao knows, father is in pain."
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