After these days of treatment, I have regained some strength, but that's about it.
The disease is not formed in a day; how could a chronic illness accumulated over the past three years be cured in just over ten days?
Now all she can do is pray that the person who saves him will arrive quickly, and not wait until Yu Nanqing has died before bringing him over.
The important thing is, Yu Nanqing, you can't give up first!
"He's here!" Suddenly, Wang Zhang stumbled in from the outer room, shouting, "The Prince is here! The Prince is here!"
Su Wanyan's heart tightened. She glanced at the bed next to her. The bed was already made up, and candles, hot water, towels, alcohol, scissors, and gauze were all prepared.
The next second, a man in black appeared hurriedly at the door carrying Yu Nanqing, who was covered in blood.
Yu Nanqing's eyes were still open, but his pupils were lifeless. His cascading black hair brushed against his pale and thin face, like a kite with a broken string, swaying precariously on the back of the man in black.
Su Wanyan calmly stood up and pointed to the bed: "Quickly put him on the bed!"
Yu Nanqing was covered in blood. Su Wanyan didn't bother to clean him up. She tore open his clothes, pulled out several silver needles from the prepared needle case, and swiftly inserted them into the area near his heart.
While acupuncture needles were still being inserted, her hand was already on his pulse. Although it was extremely faint, she could still feel the pulse of his heartbeat coming from her fingertips.
"Your Highness, do you...do you know medicine?" The man in black had already pulled off his mask, his voice trembling with panic. "Will His Highness...will he be alright?"
Su Wanyan had no time to pay attention to his words.
The people around him gestured for him to be quiet. Wang Zhang hurriedly waved to them, but after some hesitation, the people in the room frowned and silently walked out.
Yu Nanqing's heart meridian was definitely damaged from such a big commotion, but thankfully he was given a heart-protecting pill beforehand.
Su Wanyan dared not delay. She pinched his chin and stuffed a slice of ginseng into his mouth. This was for keeping him alive.
But then Yu Nanqing's lips suddenly moved: "Su... Wanyan...?"
His eyes, which had lost their luster, flickered slightly. He reached out with difficulty, trying to grasp something, but all that was in front of him was darkness.
Seeing this, Su Wanyan grasped his hand without hesitation and gently stroked his forehead: "Yu Nanqing, can you hear me?"
The indistinct sound seemed to come from the horizon, but Yu Nanqing heard it clearly. She wanted to speak, but it felt like something was blocking her airway.
"I...I...can't see..." Yu Nanqing managed to squeeze out these words with all her might.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes completely unfocused.
He's already paralyzed, is God going to take away his eyesight too?
Is he... never going to see Su Wanyan again?
"It's only temporary." Whether it's an eye injury or temporary blindness, she can treat it.
Su Wanyan comforted her, "Go to sleep, it's all over now, go to sleep."
Su Wanyan held his hand tightly, while she was busy applying acupuncture to him. Yu Nanqing's blood and qi were in a chaotic state, and all his meridians were deteriorating at a visible rate.
It was as if life had come to an end, and all the internal organs were about to wither away.
Su Wanyan had no choice but to quickly seal off his main meridians and blood vessels, and then use acupuncture to stimulate and guide them, pulling his life back from the brink.
Hearing Su Wanyan's words, Yu Nanqing was uncertain. He dared not close his eyes, afraid that if he did, he would really be gone.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the two sentences he had just uttered had exhausted all his strength.
While administering acupuncture, Su Wanyan kept an eye on his condition. Seeing that he was constantly on edge, she leaned close to his ear and said in a gentle yet reassuring voice, "It's alright, I'm here. You can sleep."
You can sleep now...
Because of those three words, Yu Nanqing finally relaxed, and as soon as his heartstrings loosened, his already faint breath seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. His eyes slowly and quietly closed.
Finally, he fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, the explosions from the street reached the palace, and with this loud noise, no one knew what had happened.
The people who were already fast asleep were all awakened by the noise, and one by one, candles were lit in each household.
After checking for a moment and finding nothing wrong, they extinguished the lamps one by one.
Emperor Yuanhe in the palace naturally heard the explosion.
At this moment, in the inner hall of the Hall of Nourishing Life.
Emperor Yuanhe was still wearing his bright yellow dragon robe. He paced back and forth in front of his desk with his hands behind his back. The memorials on the desk were piled up high, but he had no interest in reviewing them at all.
Besides him, Princess Yu Tingyi was also sitting in the hall. She sat upright in the armchair, the tea beside her had long since gone cold. Although her brows showed anxiety, they were more determined to succeed.
Emperor Yuanhe had been restless ever since he heard the explosions in the city. Seeing this, the eldest princess couldn't help but comfort him, "Brother, there's no need to worry. Yu Nanqing and Su Wanyan will definitely not survive tonight."
If she were the only one to send assassins, perhaps the two of them could escape, but if her brother were to take action, she didn't believe anyone could escape from the Shadow's clutches.
The Shadow Guard is a highly skilled secret guard that obeys only the orders of Emperor Yuanhe. All the assassins in the Shadow Guard are elites who have been trained through countless trials and selected from among hundreds.
Originally, she only intended to take Su Wanyan's life, but if her brother made a move, Su Wanyan, Yu Nanqing, and even their remaining followers could all be wiped out!
Emperor Yuanhe did not speak, but simply let out a deep sigh of relief.
A paralyzed cripple for three years, a woman with no strength to even kill a chicken—it should have been a simple matter of striking with a knife, yet he has been gone for so long without a single word.
He always felt that the situation wouldn't be as easy as Yu Tingyi made it out to be.
Just then, a masked man dressed in black, whose clothes smelled burnt and who looked somewhat disheveled, stepped into the Hall of Nourishing Life with a knife in his hand.
He pulled off the veil covering his face, revealing sharp eyes that gleamed with a ruthless intent. With high cheekbones, a square face, and downturned lips, he had a fierce look on his face. He was about thirty years old. He stepped forward and knelt before Emperor Yuanhe: "Your subject greets Your Majesty."
This man, named Yue Duan, was the leader of the assassins who ordered the attack on Yu Nanqing.
"How is it?" Emperor Yuanhe stopped the moment he entered, frowning as he looked at him.
Yue Duan pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your subject is incompetent."
"What?" The princess stood up from her chair in disbelief, thinking she had misheard.
Emperor Yuanhe felt a surge of anger rising within him. He slowly walked to the table, gripped the teacup in his hand, and said in a deep, angry voice, "Say it again."
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