Li Zhongqian opened the letter directly, read it quickly, his face changed drastically, and rage surged in his eyes.

The people waiting outside the tent heard the loud noise of the brazier overturning and rushed into the tent, only to see the charcoal rolling all over the floor. Li Zhongqian was standing in front of the long black lacquered table that was split in half, holding a sharp sword in his hand, his eyes bloodshot, and a look of madness, which frightened them.

"Ah Lang? What happened?"

Li Zhongqian was furious, his face was distorted, his chest heaving violently, he looked at the documents scattered on the ground, and waved his hand to signal his personal soldiers to go out.

He did not step out of the tent for the entire day.

In the afternoon, the personal soldiers bravely sent in some food, but found that the naan bread and meat soup delivered at noon were not touched. The tent was in silence. Li Zhongqian sat in front of the desk, staring at the letters scattered on the ground, without saying a word, with a sinister look on his face.

At nightfall, Li Zhongqian's voice was finally heard from the tent.

The personal soldiers hurried into the account.

"Don't let Qi Niang know what happened today."

Li Zhongqian looked at the sword in his hand. The sharp blade reflected his blood-red eyes. "Anyone who dares to tell her a word will never appear in front of me again."

The voice was hoarse and the tone was eerie and scary.

The personal soldier was worried, wiped his sweat quietly and responded.

Li Zhongqian's face was gloomy.

The next day, he took out a letter and handed it to Yao Ying.

"I recognize Du Sinan's handwriting. Why did he write to you? Have you been corresponding with him?"

Yao Ying's heart skipped a beat. She quickly glanced at the envelope. Seeing that the seal was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Du Sinan was born in a humble family. He had to use some tricks to gain a foothold in the court. I helped him several times. He occasionally wrote to tell me about the situation in Chang'an. Brother, do you remember the miracle doctor who treated me in Chibi? Du Sinan is from Southern Chu. I asked him to help me find that miracle doctor."

"For the body of Tanmaraka?"

Yao Ying nodded.

She not only sent people to India to look for the miracle doctor, but also sent people to the Central Plains. Now these people have arrived in the holy city one after another, and Mundadeva and his companions, who were sent away in advance by Tanmaragha, are also about to come back.

Li Zhongqian did not ask any more questions and said, "You stay and accompany Tanmarajiva. A letter came from Gaochang saying that some remnants of the Northern Rong are causing chaos in Shazhou. Yang Qian has not yet returned with his troops. Bodhidharma wants to stay in Gaochang. I have to hurry back. I will set off tomorrow."

Yao Ying said hello, "Brother, be careful."

After he left, she went to the lamp to read the letter.

After a moment, Yao Ying closed her eyes and threw the letter into the brazier.

Flames flew up and the letter quickly turned into ashes.

Li Zhongqian returned to the main camp to dispatch men and horses, and sent the light cavalry ahead. Just as he was about to leave, his personal guard came to report: "Alang, the king wants you to go to the main tent to speak."

He went to the big tent, but before he could say anything, Tanmo Luojia said, "Duke Wei, can you wait a little longer before leaving for Gaochang?"

It was just a question, but the tone was firm, and it was obvious that the decision had already been made for him.

Li Zhongqian frowned slightly, looking unhappy: "I have urgent business to go back to Gaochang."

Tanmarajiva looked at him, his brows suddenly knitted together, he groaned, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Li Zhongqian widened his eyes and stood up.

Yuanjue, who was standing beside him, immediately and skillfully brought him a hot towel. Tanmarajiva's face turned slightly pale. He took the towel and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Jue retreated.

Li Zhongqian's heart sank, and he sat back on the carpet: "How many times has this happened? Do you do this every day? Have you been hiding this from Mingyuenu?"

Judging from the performance of his personal guards, this was not the first time that Tanmaragha suddenly vomited blood.

Tanmaraka nodded, the flickering candlelight reflected in his emerald eyes, his expression calm, "It happens almost every night."

Li Zhongqian's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he was speechless for a long time.

“When did it start?”

Tanmaraka said calmly: "It was like this more than half a month ago."

Li Zhongqian was stunned, his face full of shock.

He actually kept it a secret for so many days, and kept it a secret so thoroughly! They didn't even know that Tanmarajya had already started to vomit blood, and they thought he could hold on for a while longer!

Tanmarajika met his surprised gaze with calm and indifferent eyes.

This time, he forced himself to take a large amount of pills, which was like drinking poison to quench thirst. Since the time he defended the city, he had been suffering from blood and qi attacks from time to time. He didn't want Yaoying to be frightened all day, so he didn't tell her. If this was the last period of time, he hoped to leave her with happy memories.

"Duke Wei, I have arranged everything. The doctors will be back to the Holy City soon. I don't know how long I can hold on. If anything unexpected happens..."

Tanmo Luojia paused for a moment and said, "I hope that Duke Wei can be with the princess at that time, and it would be best if he could take her back to the Central Plains immediately."

He wanted to live, but he still had to arrange what needed to be arranged. The edict had been issued, the throne could be succeeded by someone else, there would be no more unrest in the royal court in the short term, Bisha and Mobito would carry out reforms in accordance with his edict, and all the tribes promised to be loyal to the queen... The only thing he was worried about was Yao Ying, and even if everything was settled, he still couldn't feel at ease.

Li Zhongqian was stunned for a moment, then he understood and was deeply shocked.

Tanmarajya was making arrangements for his final affairs. After the war, he returned to secular life, held a grand ceremony, arranged a marriage, and sent a crown to Queen Yaoying. Because he was afraid that he would be too late, he planned everything in advance, and when he was settled, he would finish it all at once.

No wonder Yaoying likes this monk.

Li Zhongqian pondered for a while, his expression became solemn, he sighed, and nodded.

That's true. If anything happened to the monk, he would have to take Yaoying away from this sad place as soon as possible.

We'll talk about the rest later.

Li Zhongqian sent his trusted subordinates to take a part of the troops back to Gaochang first, and he stayed behind. When Yao Ying asked about it, he said that the remnants of the rebellion only numbered a few hundred people, so there was no need for him to go in person, and he evaded the question.

The various tribes and local garrisons left the holy city one after another. The common people and the imperial guards cleared several long streets and began to build houses. Smart merchants rushed to the holy city with carts full of wood, food and cloth. Officials marked out an area outside the city for merchants and common people to trade goods freely. According to Tanmaraka's instructions, no taxes were collected. After hearing this, merchants from all over the country flocked to the holy city.

Camel bells rang on the trade road, people were flowing in a constant stream, and the sound of pipa music swirled in the air. Even on a snowy day, the makeshift market outside the city was bustling with people, and merchants' stalls were lined up in rows.

Inside and outside the city, there is a busy scene every day.

During this period, Yao Ying sent people every day to pick up Mundadeva and others who were still on the road. Tanmarajava took too many pills this time and might collapse at any time. In front of him, she acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, she was worried day and night and would suddenly feel flustered. She would send someone to check on him every once in a while before she could feel at ease.

Tanmarajiva, however, seemed to have nothing to do. After finishing his work every day, he would accompany her to stroll around the market.

This time he no longer waited for her in the carriage, but walked with her into the bustling market. He was no longer wearing monk's robes, but wore a narrow-sleeved brocade robe, a headscarf, and a long sword, like a son of a royal family. He looked extraordinary and heroic. When the people recognized him, they still bowed to him with folded hands and showed piety and respect as before.

One day, the two of them were riding in a carriage out of the market square. A bold woman in the crowd asked loudly, "When will the king and queen hold their wedding?"

When this voice was heard, the crowd was silent for a moment, and then men, women, old and young, smiled and squeezed forward, and questions came from all directions.

"The king and queen are made for each other. It's a fate that has been cultivated for many lifetimes!"

"We all want to give gifts to the king!"

"Don't be too frugal, my king. The wedding must be grand..."

Yao Ying listened to the shouts outside the car curtain and looked up at Tanmaragha.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he bent down to kiss the top of her head.

Not long after, the personal soldiers came to report that the physician, Mundadeva and other famous doctors from other places had all arrived in the holy city.

As soon as Yao Ying received the news, he immediately asked Bisha and Mobito to take over the political and military affairs of the royal court, and the two respectfully agreed.

When Mundadeva came to the holy city for the third time, he was deeply saddened to see the once magnificent palace reduced to ruins. After a few hasty greetings on the long steps, the crowd went into the palace to examine Tanmaraka.

Yaoying sat aside, looking nervous, her eyes unblinking as she carefully observed the expressions on their faces.

The doctor took the patient's pulse first, frowned, and said nothing.

Mundadeva stepped forward, frowned, and looked thoughtful.

Several doctors took the patient's pulse one by one and then went outside to discuss in a low voice.

Yao Ying felt anxious and could not help but stand up and look outside the hall. Suddenly, she felt a heat on the back of her hand.

Tanmarajiva held her hand. The sunlight came in through the window panes. There was a faint golden glow between his deep eyebrows and a slight smile on his lips.

"Ming Yue Nu, don't be afraid. I have no regrets in my life."

The doctors came and he could no longer hide it from her.

He sat upright in the pale golden light, like a Buddha who had transcended the world.

Yaoying's calmness and composure were instantly shattered. She felt as if her heart was stabbed hard by someone. The pain was horrible.

I have deliberately not thought about it, mentioned it, or asked about it for many days, but what is coming will still come.

"Don't say that. You haven't accompanied me back to the Central Plains yet. I want to take you to see where I grew up."

She forced a smile, but her eyes slowly turned red.

Tanmarajava took her into his arms, rested his forehead against hers, raised his hand to wipe away the tears that flashed from her eyelashes, and sighed slightly.

He didn't want to make her sad, he wanted to make her laugh, and wanted to watch the flowers bloom and fall with her.

If not, let her forget him earlier. When she is old and gray, with children and grandchildren around, living a happy life, it will be enough for her to think of him occasionally and remember his name.

The felt curtain swayed slightly, and the doctor bowed as he entered the hall. When he saw the two people, he sighed, and a trace of pity flashed across his face.

Tanmarajiva let go of Yaoying and waved his sleeves: "Tell the truth."

The doctor came to his senses and said, "Wang, we have discussed this. Your pulse is really strange. You have never had such a weak pulse before. It may be because you forcefully took too many pills this time, so your pulse is different from before. Now your body can no longer withstand the power. If you don't disperse the power, you will explode and die in ten days."

Yaoying's face turned pale.

She had long guessed that the doctor would say this. Tanmarajaka had been relying on willpower to hold on until now these days...but when she actually heard the doctor say the deadline in person, her head still buzzed and pain surged up.

"What happens after the power is dispersed?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

The doctor shook his head: "Dispersing the power... more harm than good."

If he disperses his energy, he may not be able to bear it immediately. If he does not disperse his energy, he will surely die in ten days.

The brazier in the hall was burning brightly, but Yao Ying felt cold. A chill rose from the deepest part of her heart, and her limbs all felt like they were immersed in ice water. Her heart sank, sinking deeper and deeper.

The inner hall fell silent, with only the crackling sound of burning charcoal fire.

Tanmarajiva waved his hand, signaling the doctor to leave, and lifted Yaoying's chin, "I have decided to disperse my power. Wait until I come out of seclusion."

He couldn't say any sweet words, couldn't decide his own life or death, he only had this one sentence.

wait for me.

I want to live.

The author has something to say: It is still raining heavily today and there is a power outage