Chen Zhiyan, who was fast asleep, was completely unaware of all of this.
Wei Wangqing didn't want to lose hope, nor did she want to see the living, breathing Ayan lying there lifelessly.
It's even more unimaginable what Ayan would be like if he went mad.
He'll only be unable to face himself once he comes to his senses.
Therefore, Wei Wangqing will not regret the decision he has made.
She needs to look forward.
She also has their child.
She will wait for him to wake up with the children.
She believed he would wake up.
He certainly wouldn't want her to wait too long.
Oh, right, child.
The child has been cared for by palace maids for the past few days.
Wei Wangqing really didn't have the time or energy to coax them.
Why not bring the children over and let them have more contact with each other?
Wei Wangqing didn't know what Ayan's condition was, but she thought of modern-day vegetative state patients.
Perhaps if family members spend more time with her and talk to her more, she might wake up.
Wei Wangqing didn't know, but she was willing to try.
She would hold onto hope as long as there was even the slightest glimmer of hope.
We await his return.
Before long, the palace servants brought the two children.
Ling'er immediately said in a coquettish tone, "Mother, you and Father haven't come to see me and my brother for so long."
But Zhen'er didn't speak; he clearly sensed that the atmosphere had been off lately.
Not to mention Father and Mother, everyone in the palace looked solemn and acted with caution.
Looking at his father lying on the bed, Wei Yingzhen asked, "Mother, what's wrong with Father?"
“Your father is sick and needs you to spend more time with him so he can wake up.” Wei Wangqing touched the two children’s heads with some sadness.
Seeing the two children standing there while their father remained unconscious filled me with even greater sorrow.
"Father, Father, why are you sick?" Ling'er walked to the bedside and reached out her little hand to touch her father's face.
"Father, does it hurt? When Ling'er is sick, it's also very uncomfortable. Ling'er will blow on it for Father, and then Father won't feel pain."
After saying that, she put her little mouth close to Chen Zhiyan and breathed in and out.
Upon seeing this, Wei Wangqing's eyes instantly reddened, and she almost burst into tears.
She was terrified that he would never wake up again.
He left her and the child behind and went on his own.
How could he be so heartless!
Zhen'er reached out and grasped Wei Wangqing's hand.
"Mother, Father will be alright, right?"
Wei Wangqing squatted down. "Father will be alright. He knows we are waiting for him. Zhen'er and Ling'er should talk to Father more so that he knows."
She needs to pull herself together; she has two children who depend on her, and Da Wei is waiting for her.
Hazel nodded.
Ling'er nodded her little head, "Don't worry, Mother. Ling'er is the best girl. She definitely won't bother Father and will help him get better soon."
Wei Wangqing was very pleased; both children were very sensible.
Recently, as soon as Wei Wangqing finished her court duties, she went straight to Fengwu Palace to visit her husband and two children.
She should spend more time with them while their father is away.
But every day, looking at Ayan lying in bed, she hoped that he would suddenly wake up and call her Aqing.
Half a month later, news came from the border of the Wu tribe.
The Wu tribe has attacked the Great Wei.
Wei Wangqing seemed to finally understand why the Fourth Elder was so fearless.
And why must she be killed?
If she were to die, and the Wu tribe were to attack at that time, wouldn't the Great Wei be able to take her down without lifting a finger?
She has no heir, and her sisters are now only her fourth and eighth sisters.
Since her mobility issues became limited, Fourth Sister has almost completely withdrawn from worldly affairs, spending her time enjoying a carefree life with her husband.
The Eighth Princess was well protected by the Japanese, and it could even be said that she was being deliberately groomed to be a carefree princess.
Nothing more than self-preservation.
How could they possibly understand the affairs of the court?
Therefore, as soon as she dies, the Great Wei will fall apart and collapse without a fight.
The methods of the Wu tribe remain unchanged.
They almost disdain using any underhanded tactics and have always been straightforward and brutal.
But that makes sense, given their strength.
However, the situation is not optimistic.
The strength of the Witch Clan is evident to all; they are difficult to conquer and can only be defended.
Meanwhile, news from the border indicated that the Wu tribe had captured several cities in succession.
The enemy didn't use any weapons at all; they simply cast spells on the leader or casually threw some insect poison, which threw the Wei soldiers into disarray.
This can't go on.
After receiving the news from the Fourth Elder, Wei Wangqing immediately relayed it to Wu Changming and Wuchen.
I don't know if it will be of any help to them.
No further news came from that side.
But Wei Wangqing couldn't just sit and wait to die. Besides, she hadn't even avenged herself and Ayan yet, and the Wu Clan had already come knocking on her door.
Wei Wangqing looked at the assembled civil and military officials below the platform.
"Do you have any ideas?"
Someone said, "There's no other way but to tough it out."
Yes, what can they do to deal with people like the Witch Clan? They can only pave the way with corpses.
No one suggested asking the Southern Dynasty for help.
Because the Southern Dynasties faced the same situation as them.
Yes, the Wu tribe has launched military campaigns against both countries simultaneously.
However, the situation in the Southern Dynasty was probably no better than that of their Great Wei, and they suffered heavy losses as well.
Prince An stepped forward and said, "Why not have the generals not engage in battle, but only send the soldiers to attack? Wouldn't that greatly reduce losses?" This would also avoid the humiliation of surrendering without a fight.
“If the general is hiding in the open, how can the soldiers below unleash their true strength? Their morale will likely be greatly weakened,” Meng Jiujiu said, frowning.
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