Xu Yuehuai gazed at the night outside the window, her eyes sparkling with tenderness. "Aze, I'm thinking, how should we raise our child after he's born?"
Qi Guze turned to look at her, his eyes full of affection. "I will wholeheartedly accompany our child and guide him onto the right path. I hope he can face life bravely and be full of love and responsibility."
Xu Yuehuai chuckled softly, "I also look forward to becoming a mother. I think I will teach him how to love, how to care for others, and how to respect life."
Qi Guze smiled and nodded, "Yes, we must teach him kindness, courage, and resilience. Our child will surely become an outstanding person."
The two smiled at each other, their hearts filled with beautiful hopes for the future.
They know that the road ahead is long, but as long as they have each other's company, everything will become beautiful and full of hope.
Not long after, Duan Nian suddenly ran into the study and reported to Qi Guze that something had happened in the Great Zhou Kingdom and that the emperor was seriously ill.
After hearing this, Qi Guze did not show much surprise on his face, but simply nodded.
Duan Nian waited anxiously for Qi Guze's response in the study, his heart filled with unease.
Qi Guze, however, seemed to have anticipated this moment.
His eyes were deep and calm, as if they held endless wisdom.
"You just said the emperor is seriously ill and cannot get out of bed?" Qi Guze spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful.
"Yes, Master," Duan Nian replied, bowing his head, his heart filled with even more unease.
He didn't know how Qi Guze would react to this sudden news.
Qi Guze remained silent for a moment, his face still showing little expression.
He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
His gaze drifted through the window to the distant horizon.
The air in the study seemed to freeze, so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.
"This matter is of great importance," Qi Guze said, his voice slightly hoarse. "We must take action as soon as possible."
Duan Nian raised her head and looked at Qi Guze's profile, a sense of admiration rising in her heart.
Although Qi Guze appeared calm, his decisiveness and composure reassured Duan Nian.
He knew that with Qi Guze around, the Great Zhou Kingdom would definitely be able to overcome this difficulty.
Then, Qi Guze turned and went inside, while Duan Nian stayed outside.
The room was dimly lit, with only a faint candlelight flickering.
Qi Guze's shadow stretched long on the wall, conveying a heavy atmosphere.
He walked to Xu Yuehuai's bedside, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, and his worries increased even more.
"How is she?" Qi Guze asked softly, his gaze never leaving Xu Yuehuai's face.
The Ghost Doctor frowned and replied, "There's still no sign of him waking up, but his pulse is a bit more stable than before."
Qi Guze was silent for a moment, then turned to Duan Nian and said, "Don't tell her about the Great Zhou Kingdom for now. We'll talk about it when she wakes up."
Duan Nian nodded and replied, "Yes."
"Take good care of her health during this time. She should be fine when I bring her back," Qi Guze said to the Ghost Doctor.
"Don't worry, my medical skills are the best in the entire Shikoku."
The Ghost Doctor smiled and patted his chest.
"Hmm." Qi Guze glanced at Xu Yuehuai again, then turned and left the room.
He walked into the courtyard, looked up at the starry sky, and felt a mix of emotions.
He knew that the affairs of the Great Zhou Kingdom could not be delayed indefinitely; the emperor was seriously ill, and the country needed someone to take charge.
"I need to take some men back and see what's going on with the emperor," Qi Guze said to Duan Nian, his tone firm.
Duan Nian paused for a moment, then nodded: "I understand. I will take good care of Miss Xu here."
Qi Guze gave him a deep look, then turned and walked out of the courtyard.
Then he turned and walked out of the courtyard. Each step he took was firm and powerful, as if each step was measuring his determination and belief. His figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only the faint sound of his footsteps echoing in the air.
Qi Guze led his group back to the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom at full speed.
The night sky, like a giant black velvet cloth, obscured the stars and the moon.
In this boundless darkness, a figure suddenly flashed by, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. It was Qi Guze. The sound of his horse's hooves echoed in the silent night, like the drumbeat of fate, urgent and tense.
Behind him followed a group of people, their figures appearing and disappearing in the night like a group of ghosts.
Their horses, each one seemingly a mythical beast from ancient times, galloped across the stone road, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The crowd remained silent, save for the resolute and determined sound of horses' hooves echoing in the darkness. They galloped onward, driven by a single goal—the imperial city of the Great Zhou Kingdom.
The palace gates were tightly shut, and the golden door studs gleamed coldly in the moonlight, creating an atmosphere of grimness.
When Qi Guze saw the palace gates tightly closed and a somber atmosphere prevailing, his heart sank.
He led a few trusted confidants and secretly broke into the palace, arriving silently at the emperor's bedchamber.
The palace was dimly lit, and a strong medicinal smell filled the air.
Qi Guze quickly walked to the emperor's bedside and saw that the emperor's face was pale and his breath was weak.
The imperial physicians standing nearby all looked worried, shaking their heads and sighing incessantly.
"What's going on?" Qi Guze asked in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over everyone.
Taiichi was shocked to see him return, but he quickly calmed down.
An elderly imperial physician sighed and said, "His Majesty is suffering from a rare and strange disease, and we are truly helpless."
Qi Guze frowned and asked, "Isn't there any other way?"
The imperial physician shook his head: "This disease is extremely rare, and no one in our Great Zhou Dynasty can cure it. Unless a miracle occurs, otherwise..."
Qi Guze didn't speak. He remained silent for a moment, then turned and left the palace.
He knew that he needed to find the person who could cure the emperor's strange illness, and that person was very likely the Ghost Doctor. He returned to his residence and immediately wrote a letter, sending it to Duan Nian.
In the letter, he wrote: "Make sure the Ghost Doctor comes over; he is the only one who can save the Emperor."
Then he added, "I will do it without hesitation, no matter what the cost."
He stood in the study, the moonlight streaming through the window curtains onto his face, his expression resolute and profound.
Not long after, Duan Nian sent someone to invite the Ghost Doctor over.
After carefully taking the emperor's pulse, the ghost doctor frowned and said, "This disease is indeed very rare, but it's not hopeless."
A hint of joy flashed in Qi Guze's eyes: "Please, you must help me."
The Ghost Doctor nodded: "I will do my best."
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