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A dozen doctors hurried in and out of the villa of the prefectural governor's mansion, going in in a hurry and coming out sighing.
After one day and one night, the nobleman's health did not improve, but worsened, and medication and acupuncture were ineffective.
The doctors were having breakfast in the next hall, and King Zhenbei strode in.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Everyone stood up and bowed.
"You're welcome." King Zhenbei waved his hand, straightened his clothes and sat upright, "I came here to ask about Lord Shen's condition."
The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment. After hesitating for a while, an elder with a long face and white beard stepped forward and said truthfully, "The lord is not in good condition. He was shot in the stomach with an arrow, and the remaining poison has not yet been cleared. Now he is also filled with grief and anger. The poison has invaded his lungs and is incurable." He paused and sighed, "The key is that it is difficult for doctors to treat people who don't want to be treated!"
King Zhenbei could understand the first few sentences, but the last one was ambiguous. He asked, "What do you mean?"
The elder said frankly, "Your Excellency is depressed and has a weak will to survive. If this continues, even gods and immortals cannot save you."
The King of Zhenbei did not expect that the notorious cruel official Chen Jie was actually a romantic man. It's surprising and regrettable.
He thought about himself, and then he asked, "Is there any way to wake the master up temporarily?"
The elder was puzzled, "Your Majesty...?"
King Zhenbei looked solemn, "Tell me if there is any solution."
The elder discussed with several doctors for a while and then presented a plan.
He took a needle from the fire and pierced Ren Zhong, Bai Hui and Shi Xuan. Shen Jie struggled for a while and then woke up.
But he vomited another pool of blood into the washbasin.
King Zhenbei frowned when he saw it.
Chen Jie wiped his lips with a white handkerchief and smiled quietly, "Thank you for your worry, Your Majesty."
King Zhenbei said, "You and the prince are about the same age. According to seniority, I will call you my nephew."
He looked at Shen Jie's appearance. His face was pale, his cheeks were thin, and his eyes were as dull as dead water. He had been on the run for dozens of days and his injuries had worsened. He even looked like he was dying.
A year ago, on the emperor’s birthday, he had seen Chen Jie at a palace banquet. He was like a green pine in the snow, cold and arrogant, with his sleeves raised and his brows lowered, he looked so full of vigor and vitality.
Now, I can only sigh: Men don’t shed tears easily, and there are always passionate people in this world.
The King of Zhenbei was chatting casually, "When I was your age, I had a young daughter. The princess died of postpartum hemorrhage, and I felt deeply sorry. Later, I asked my father to guard Liangchuan so that my daughter could visit the princess's family more often, and I could take care of the princess's family more."
He advised: "Although you and your wife have not given birth to children, think about your wife's family. She always has a wish that she will not be able to leave."
He sat down on the steps with his eyes lowered, remaining silent.
The only person that Du Yaoyao was worried about was Cui Niang, and he had mentioned this to the prince. Even if he is gone one day, the prince will help take care of things.
Shen Jie couldn't forgive himself. He lived half his life, scheming and fighting for power, but in the end he couldn't even protect the woman he loved, and caused her to die so tragically.
Everyone is destined to die, and he should pay for his guilt towards her with his life.
Seeing that his words had no effect, the King of Zhenbei said, "My lady was murdered. Apart from you, few people really want to avenge her, nor do they have the ability to do so. This matter involves many people, including the Jindu bandits, Jiannan Ruan Hu, and the Queen of Wuhuan. My dear nephew, you must take care of yourself and kill the enemies with your own hands to comfort my lady's spirit in heaven."
Chen Jie covered his mouth and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, gallbladder and lungs. Blood was flowing from his lips, but flames of revenge were burning in his eyes.
He was right. Even if he died, it would not be too late to avenge Yaoyao first.
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