Mu Xue couldn't believe that her mistress had become covered in blood after just one trip to the flower garden. She cried as she followed Tong Di, not knowing what to do.
Lin Qingwan still fainted, but she wouldn't let go of Tong Di's clothes.
When Zhao Cong saw Tong Di approaching, he immediately covered Feng'er's eyes, saying, "Don't look."
Although Feng'er was young, she saw the fighting in front of the flowerbed from afar and knew that the matter was serious. She hugged Zhao Cong's neck, turned her face away, and rested her chin on his shoulder.
The overwhelming smell of blood terrified him.
"Father, has Lin Qingwan come out yet?"
Zhao Cong's large hand covered half of his back, and he patted it gently. "Hmm. But she's tired, so she can't stay with you today."
Feng'er nodded, "Feng'er, don't worry, let her rest well."
"Let Cangying take you back to the palace first, I have something to attend to."
Feng'er was very obedient. When Cangying came to hug him, he obediently closed his eyes and didn't look at Tong Di.
Tong Di also had an injury on his leg, and his kneeling motion was stiff. He would rather injure his own knee than let the person in his arms fall into his arms. "Your Highness, Miss Qingwan does not want to return to the Prime Minister's residence."
Zhao Cong's gaze fell on her; her entire body was covered in wounds, all of which had been torn up by barbs and hooks.
His fingernails dug into his palm. "There's a relatively quiet courtyard in the east of the city. Take her there. Physician Zhu will be there shortly."
Tong Di bowed his head, "This subordinate thanks the Crown Prince on behalf of Miss Qingwan!"
for?
Zhao Cong discovered that although Tong Di had many cuts and bruises, his armbands were intact and barely stained with blood.
Seeing Lin Qingwan instinctively snuggle into his arms, Zhao Cong silently looked away and walked towards the flowerbed.
Lin Qingwan felt as if she were in an ice cave, her bones almost frozen to pieces. Suddenly, a fire appeared from an unseen place, scalding her so much that she had nowhere to hide.
When the pain reaches its extreme, it becomes numb; there is only a feeling of unbearable agony, as if one wishes to die.
"Miss, wake up!"
It looks like Mu Xue. Why is she crying?
So what if she dies? Anyway, no one in this world wants her to live, and she doesn't want to suffer.
"Miss Qingwan?"
That voice… she remembered it, it was Guard Tong.
Yes, he saved me. He was injured too...
"Miss, you can't give up. You can't let down Guard Tong's efforts in risking his life to save you."
Mu Xue wept uncontrollably, kneeling by the bedside and clutching Lin Qingwan's cold hand, calling her name again and again.
The Crown Prince sent the best medicinal herbs over and over again. Doctor Zhu had some kind of IV drip and injection, and injected something with a syringe to save the patient's life.
In the end, they said that Lin Qingwan herself had no will to live, and if things dragged on any longer, she might become a vegetable.
Tong Di suspected several times that Doctor Zhu had been possessed. Whether it was the strange medical instruments that suddenly appeared, or the actions of the so-called vegetative state patient and the doctor stitching up his wounds, everything was very strange.
But the most important thing now is to give Lin Qingwan the will to live.
Sure enough, Lin Qingwan's eyelids twitched a few times after hearing Mu Xue's words.
Physician Zhu suddenly said, "She really does care about you."
Tong Di's tense face tightened even more as she stared intently at Lin Qingwan. The words caught in her throat as she asked nervously, "Miss Qingwan?"
The next second, Lin Qingwan really opened her eyes. Just as Mu Xue was crying tears of joy, they realized something was wrong.
Lin Qingwan's eyes were unfocused; she merely raised her eyelids slightly before falling back into a deep sleep.
Physician Zhu frowned. "Guard Tong, you're still lacking. Is there anyone else, anyone else she cares about?"
Mu Xue cried so hard she could hardly breathe, “Miss… no one is truly kind to you.”
"She's unhappy every single day since she returned to the Prime Minister's residence!"
Zhao Cong stood in front of the door, able to hear everything inside clearly. His lips were tightly pursed, and he exuded a sense of oppressive force, as if an army was besieging the city.
Cang Ying had only experienced this heavy oppression when she accompanied him on a campaign many years ago. Even though she knew that Lin Qingwan was no ordinary pawn to the Crown Prince, she was still terrified when she saw that he had adjusted his plans several times because of Lin Qingwan.
"Your Highness, even Physician Zhu has said so. I'm afraid Miss Qingwan is truly beyond saving this time." Cang Ying swallowed and said nervously, "Actually, it might not be a bad thing for her."
"Miss Qingwan has had a very hard life."
Zhao Cong narrowed his eyes, "Does working hard mean you should die?"
Cang Ying was alarmed. "This servant misspoke. But, Miss Qingwan herself has truly lost the will to live."
Zhao Cong stared at the closed door, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Bring that man surnamed Ruan here."
Ruan Tinghuai never imagined that the reinforcements he brought that day were from the Crown Prince's men! He felt that Heaven had eyes, and that the Crown Prince and Prince Jing were at odds, and indeed, Qingwan was saved.
But she was wrapped in bandages, and her breathing and pulse were so weak that they were almost nonexistent. It felt like he was walking on cotton, and it took him a lot of effort to get to her side.
The first time she risked her reputation to save him from town, she sacrificed her entire life; this time, she's risking her life for him again.
Ruan Tinghuai knelt down with a thud, hating himself to death.
Lin Qingwan had no idea where she was. There was no one around and no light. She kept walking, even though she was very tired, she couldn't stop.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard Mr. Ruan calling her again.
What is he saying?
She listened intently, and it was as if she had returned to that year in Shuiyuan Town.
Mr. Ruan was giving a lecture, telling stories of sages and teaching them how to hold a pen and write.
She had frostbite on her hands, and her fingers were so stiff that she couldn't bend them and couldn't hold a grip properly. So Mr. Ruan held her hand and guided her to write stroke by stroke.
"take it easy."
"You'll get better with practice. When I first started writing, I wasn't as good as you."
Her face turned bright red, and she said with shame, "The teacher also said it was when I was a child."
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