Hongxiu was clearly stunned. Her exquisitely made-up face stiffened and looked terrible. She stared at Huangfu Mi, who didn't even glance at her. Her heart ached terribly. Was she really so unworthy of his attention?
After the emperor said nothing more, Hua Jiuye hurriedly went to make preparations and returned shortly afterward.
"Mi'er, are you really sure? Are you really going to disregard everything for a woman?"
"Yes, if Father still has even a shred of affection for me, then grant my wish. Otherwise, if I have to watch my beloved woman die again, I will not have a good life in my next life."
The emperor was stunned and bewildered. Huangfu Mi had already strode into the inner room, instructed Puyang to guard the door, and then entered the room with Hua Jiuye.
The night was exceptionally quiet, with the wind whistling and rustling through the trees.
Inside the room, a group of maids filed in and out, each carrying a basin in turn, and the basins contained bloody water.
The pungent stench of blood assaulted the senses, a chilling atmosphere amplified by the dim lighting. The room was eerily quiet; even breathing was clearly audible. A cloud of sorrow hung over everyone's face, as if black and white had enveloped the entire world, condemning them to eternal unrest.
"What's the situation in Puyang?"
"I do not know."
One sentence sent the emperor's heart sinking to the bottom. Looking through the curtain into the room, his brows furrowed tightly.
Lian'er, you must protect our son!
--
Meanwhile, Hongxiu stood in the courtyard, her bright red wedding dress so vibrant, but the expression on her face was one of sorrow that was completely out of place with the festive atmosphere.
How could Huangfu Mi treat her like this?
Do you think they might get into trouble?
Taken aback, a gentle male voice sounded from behind. Hongxiu turned around and saw a man standing behind her. If she remembered correctly, this man was probably Meng Junheng, the young master of the Meng family.
Knowing that he was Meng Wan's older brother, Hongxiu's face darkened, and she glared at him irritably before turning her head away and ignoring him.
Meng Junheng, however, seemed oblivious to her expression. He walked to her side and stood beside her, gazing at the dim light in the room. He spoke as if in a daze, "In our Central Plains, there's a saying, 'One's love is unique,' and this uniqueness lies in the word 'unique.' Clearly, Prince Heng's love is unique to Wan'er, and he's willing to die for her. I wonder if the princess understands such affection?"
Hongxiu was taken aback. "I don't understand what 'special affection' means. I only know that if I want something, I must get it, whether it's a person or a thing!"
As she said this, her eyes flickered slightly as she stared straight into the room, her mind filled with the image of Huangfu Mi's resolute gaze. Could such a deep affection drive someone to such madness?
--
It hurts, it really hurts. My body feels like it's been run over by something, and I feel pain all over my body.
Meng Wan tried to open her eyes, but she had no strength at all, as if she were no longer herself.
She frowned.
What's wrong with me? Have I died again? And why this time?
Her thoughts drifted back to the scene before she fainted, and she vaguely saw Huangfu Mi's figure, arguing with the Emperor about the wedding. And then...
She didn't know where her thoughts had wandered, but when she thought of Huangfu Mi's argument with the emperor, she suddenly screamed and sat up abruptly from the bed. The sight that came into view made her slightly stunned.
Where is this?
"Squeak—" Just then, the door was gently pushed open, followed by a soft footstep. She looked up and saw Meng Junheng's figure emerge from behind the curtain. Seeing that Meng Wan was awake, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "You're finally awake."
His face was utterly exhausted, and his gaze fell on her with tenderness. Seeing that she was somewhat dazed, he quickly stepped forward.
Is there anything else that's bothering you?
Meng Wan was momentarily stunned, looking at her elder brother's worried expression, she asked, puzzled, "What... happened to me?"
She felt something was wrong, but her thoughts were so chaotic that she couldn't quite make sense of them.
Meng Junheng was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "You were poisoned somehow and fainted. But now that you've had a blood transfusion, you're fine. Rest assured and take a good rest."
"A...blood transfusion?"
Meng Wan rubbed her forehead. So, her constant dizziness was due to poisoning? But how could she have been poisoned? And what was this blood transfusion her brother had mentioned earlier?
"Yes, because the poison gas has penetrated deep into the bloodstream, the only option is a blood transfusion, otherwise he will die."
"Then... whose blood did I receive? A blood transfusion requires blood from someone, right?"
Meng Junheng's expression stiffened visibly. Seeing this, Meng Wan's heart sank. Ignoring his attempts to stop her, she suddenly stood up. Although she was clearly weak, she still managed to grab Meng Junheng's wrist with all her might: "Big brother, what happened? Tell me quickly!"
"this..."
V43 Staying Together With You (Part 1)
"This..." Meng Junheng hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It was Prince Heng who gave you the blood transfusion. Because of excessive blood loss, you are still unconscious, but the doctor said that there is no danger to your life, so you don't need to worry..."
How could she not be worried? After hearing his words, Meng Wan threw off the covers and got out of bed despite her weakness. However, her steps were weak, and she almost stumbled and fell. Fortunately, Meng Junheng reacted quickly and caught her, preventing her from falling. But her tone was very urgent: "Where is he? Big brother, I need to see him, where is he?"
She couldn't believe that the man would exchange his blood for hers. She didn't even know what she had done to deserve such a person who would protect and love her like this in this life. At this moment, she was overwhelmed with emotions, and no matter how hard she tried to control herself, she couldn't. All she wanted to do was to see him as soon as possible.
Seeing this, Meng Junheng sighed inwardly but did not stop her. He simply bent down, picked Meng Wan up, and carried her to the house next door.
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Inside the room, there was still a faint smell of blood. Huangfu Mi lay quietly on the bed, his face so pale it was almost bloodless. Meng Wan glanced at him and almost lost her balance and fell again.
Supported by Meng Junheng, she stepped forward, grasped Huangfu Mi's hand, and tears streamed down her face.
What a fool! How could he be so foolish as to exchange his own blood for hers? What if, what if something happens to him too?