Heyue remained silent, waiting patiently.
Time passed slowly, and Heyue remained seated without moving.
Seeing her like this, Kangxi didn't say anything more.
Finally, the bleeding from his chest stopped, and the wound was bandaged. The imperial physician stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Kangxi hurriedly asked, "How is Yinxiang?"
He Yue shifted her gaze, staring intently at the imperial physician.
The imperial physician dared not be careless and respectfully reported, "Your Majesty, the Thirteenth Prince's life has been saved. However, the wound is too close to his heart, and he is in danger at any time. I can only do my best to treat the Thirteenth Prince. If he can wake up tonight, the Thirteenth Prince will be fine."
"At all costs! If anything happens to Yinxiang, I will take your life!" Kangxi commanded in a deep voice, his authority fully revealed.
The imperial physician, covered in cold sweat, knelt down with a thud: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will do my utmost to save the Thirteenth Prince."
"Father, don't worry. Thirteenth Brother is a lucky man. He survived such a serious injury last time, so he will surely turn misfortune into good fortune this time as well," the Crown Prince comforted him from the side.
Kangxi ignored the Crown Prince, frowned, and looked intently at the unconscious Thirteenth Prince.
The crown prince was embarrassed.
Prince Zhi glanced at the Crown Prince with a mocking look, while Prince Lian lowered his eyes, lost in thought.
Ignoring everyone else's thoughts, He Yue reached out and stroked his cold face, thinking to herself, "You will wake up, won't you?"
You promised you wouldn't abandon me, that you wouldn't risk your life again, so why did you still hurt yourself?
If you don't wake up, I really don't want you anymore.
Kangxi looked at her and sighed, "Heyue, your foot is still injured. Go and rest. Don't worry, Yinxiang is a lucky man and will wake up."
"Father, rest assured, I believe Thirteen will wake up. He has never disappointed anyone." He Yue smiled slightly, her tone calm and firm.
Kangxi was quite surprised. He looked at her carefully for a few moments and smiled with satisfaction: "It is Yinxiang's good fortune to marry you."
If it is truly a blessing, He Yue hopes that such a blessing can help him regain his senses.
"Father is busy with state affairs, so please go back first. With me here, I will definitely report to Father when the thirteenth prince wakes up."
"Take care of yourself too, don't overwork yourself." Kangxi nodded, not refusing, and left with the Crown Prince, Prince Zhi, and Prince Lian.
After everyone left, only Heyue's people and Shisan's people remained in the room. Heyue's expression gradually turned cold. She glanced at Li Shun'er, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down her face. The coldness in her eyes made Li Shun'er tremble.
"Speak, what happened? Why was I injured?" The gentle voice carried an imposing air, and the eyes were sharp.
Li Shun'er dared not hide the truth and answered respectfully: "Everything was fine today. I was by His Majesty's side the whole time. Later, someone tried to assassinate His Majesty. I was only concerned with protecting His Majesty. In the chaos around us, I was caught off guard and shot in the chest by an arrow from another direction."
"Where is the assassin?" He Yue's gaze darkened. For an assassin to appear in the heavily guarded Mulan Hunting Grounds was no simple matter.
Aside from the Mongols, there were only a few princes.
Moreover, according to Li Shun'er, the first assassin was for Kangxi, but the arrow that followed was shot at the thirteenth prince. Was it intentional or unintentional?
On the grasslands, the Mongols probably didn't have that kind of courage, so only princes would dare to do it.
Is it the Crown Prince? Or Prince Zhi? Or Prince Lian?
If the goal was to benefit Emperor Kangxi, it's impossible for Prince Zhi and Prince Lian to do so. They wouldn't be so foolish as to do the work for the Crown Prince. Is it the Crown Prince?
If it's thirteen, is it because of this divine favor? Then anyone could be involved.
That arrow missed his heart by a hair's breadth; it was clearly aimed straight at thirteen lives.
He Yue felt a chill run through his body.
“The assassin has committed suicide by poison, and nothing has been found.” Li Shun’er clenched her fist angrily.
Suicide by poison? For some reason, He Yue thought of assassins; it turned out that such people really existed.
It really leaves no trace at all.
Who has such a deep hatred for the Thirteenth Prince? Even if he is somewhat favored, he is still no match for the Crown Prince and Prince Zhi. This move is rather rash.
Aren't you afraid of incurring the emperor's wrath and having him thoroughly investigate the matter?
He Yue waved for Li Shun'er to leave, then gently stroked Thirteen's hand on her face, murmuring to herself, "You're not allowed to get hurt, understand? Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook."
Heyue stayed by his side all day, never leaving his side.
The Eighth Prince's wife visited once and, seeing her like this, was extremely worried: "What are you doing? Even if you're worried about him, you should take care of your health."
"I just want to keep an eye on him myself, so he won't dare to do anything wrong. He always listens to me and never goes against my wishes." Heyue smiled faintly and moistened his mouth with a damp cloth.
"You've never taken anyone so seriously before. Does he deserve your attention?" The Eighth Prince's wife asked, her tone quite displeased.
“He certainly deserves it,” He Yue said without the slightest hesitation.
"I underestimated your feelings for him." The Eighth Prince's wife smiled bitterly, then asked, "What if he doesn't wake up? What will you do?"
"He will wake up."
What if he doesn't wake up?
"I will wait for him my whole life."
"you……"
"Your sister knows this all too well, why ask me?" Heyue retorted casually, her gaze never leaving his face.
The Eighth Prince's wife was speechless, then turned and left.
Heyue paused in stroking his face, then lowered her eyelashes.
I'm sorry, sister, I've let you down after all.
But I can't bring myself to not care.
She slowly leaned down, her lips lightly touching his lips—one cool and dry, the other warm and soft.
They stayed together for a long time.
That night, Heyue lay down on the headboard and fell asleep, her hand still holding his.
When the hand she was holding moved slightly, He Yue woke up instantly. She stroked his face with one hand and stared intently at his still calm face: "Thirteen, are you awake? If you're awake, don't sleep anymore. If you don't wake up, I'm going to get angry. If I get angry, I'll never talk to you again. I mean what I say."
"No, you mustn't." A dry and hoarse voice slowly rang out, but to her it sounded like heavenly music.
He Yue exclaimed with delight, "Thirteen, you're awake? Open your eyes and look at me!"
His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and after staring blankly for a while, they gradually became clear.
When he glanced to the side and saw He Yue, whose face was filled with undisguised joy, his hand trembled as he reached out from under the covers and touched her cheek. Feeling the warmth of her skin, he muttered unhappily, "You're not allowed to ignore me. I keep my word and won't abandon you."
Although his voice was weak and feeble, it still carried an air of dominance.
"Then you need to get better soon, or I'll leave." Heyue snorted softly.
Thirteen frowned, a flash of anger in his eyes: "You're not allowed!" He gripped her hand tightly, but ultimately couldn't hold on any longer, and fainted the next moment.
He Yue hurriedly called for someone to summon the imperial physician.
The imperial physician arrived quickly, took his pulse, and said with a happy expression, "The Thirteenth Prince is very fortunate. His pulse is fine, but he still needs to rest more."
He Yue breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and ordered Hai Lan to reward the imperial physician.
The imperial physician thanked him and took his leave.
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