Anti-Knochen-Scharlachlied

Kapitel 60

Was it because his father told him that his mother was pregnant, which he found hard to accept? Was he angry because he thought his mother was carrying his father's child? He had absolutely no grounds for argument!

etc!

The Emperor just said... that his uncle wanted to poison him...

"Are you in such a hurry to take your place?"

Enraged, Zhao Kuangyin raised his jade axe and swung it straight at Zhao Guangyi, shouting, "It's a pity you didn't expect she would die in my place! You didn't expect that even if you committed the heinous crime of regicide, she still wouldn't belong to you!"

Wanlan looked at Zhao Guangyi, who was motionless, with alarm. The jade axe was about to strike him!

She rushed forward to try and pull Zhao Guangyi away, but he seemed to be petrified, his eyes fixed on the woman lying on the bed, oblivious to everything around him. Wanlan couldn't budge him an inch.

Watching helplessly as the jade axe fell towards them, Wanlan had no way to avoid it and could only close her eyes resignedly. However, just as she closed her eyes, a soft "snap" was heard. She opened her eyes in surprise and stared blankly at the jade axe that was less than three inches from her nose. The jade axe was tightly gripped by a hand, and a bloodstain slowly slid down the wrist, dripping onto Wanlan's light purple cloak, which still had traces of snow on it, and instantly blurred.

"Don't cut the wrong person, your target is me."

Zhao Kuangyin sneered, swatting Wanlan away with one hand, ignoring the force that sent her sprawling to the ground, and stared intently at Zhao Guangyi as he raised his jade axe, "Thank you for the reminder, I indeed shouldn't have made the wrong move!"

Zhao Guangyi stared unblinkingly at the jade axe that was swinging at him again, then suddenly smiled and said casually, "That's not poison at all. Isn't Your Majesty being too hasty?"

The jade axe suddenly stopped, and Wanlan, who was lying on the ground, trembled as she clutched her chest. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhao Guangyi with Zhao Kuangyin.

"That's just a drug that will make you sleep for a day and a night. If the dosage is too high, it could even make you appear to be in a state of suspended animation."

Zhao Guangyi sneered, and taking advantage of Zhao Kuangyin's astonishment, he suddenly reached out and snatched the jade axe from his hand, looking at him coldly. "Brother, do you know? Although I am also quite interested in that position, before tonight, oh no! Before she drank that cup of wine, I only had one thought in my mind—to trick you into drinking that cup of wine and then take her away."

"You—"

"An ungrateful wretch? Or a traitor? My royal brother has always been kind and caring towards me since childhood. I never imagined that I would not only try to seize your power and your wife, but also take your life. Is that it?"

As Zhao Guangyi spoke, he approached Zhao Kuangyin, who was forced to retreat step by step, his face growing increasingly grim.

"Zhao Guangyi! Do you intend to murder the emperor and usurp the throne?"

Wanlan rushed over and hugged Zhao Guangyi's legs, struggling to squeeze out the words from her dry throat: "Uncle, don't do anything wrong. He is the Emperor, your brother. Calm down and save Mother first, okay?"

Zhao Guangyi didn't stop, merely pulling his foot away from her hand. "She doesn't need anyone to save her; she'll wake up naturally once the drug wears off. What I should do now is fulfill my brother's wish—'assassinate the emperor and usurp the throne!'"

Although the blood-stained jade axe had changed hands, it still greedily craved blood once more. Wanlan stared wide-eyed as Zhao Guangyi slowly raised his hand, then swung it down heavily.

"don't want--"

With a chilling "crack," like a sharp weapon striking bone, the jade axe drank blood once more, only to meet its end in the next instant.

With a "crack," the jade axe fell to the ground and shattered, scattering blood-stained fragments in all directions, as if desperately trying to escape the oppressive atmosphere, some hiding in the collapsed floor, others concealed behind curtains...

The Zhao brothers were stunned, staring at Wanlan, who was covered in blood, sandwiched between them, without making any reaction.

The incident happened in an instant. Zhao Guangyi swung his axe with all his might. He may have really wanted to kill the emperor and take back what he wanted, so he showed no mercy. However, Wanlan, who was sitting between the two, fell on top of Zhao Kuangyin in that instant. Perhaps she did not think about the consequences of her actions. She just acted on instinct and rushed forward. Zhao Guangyi's swing struck her back.

Wanlan did not faint. She was breathing rapidly, her chest aching as if it was about to burst. She felt like she couldn't breathe, and the pain in her back made her feel somewhat dazed.

She won't...die here, will she?

If she really doesn't make it through the night, I wonder if she'll be able to return to the modern world?

No... if she can't be Shu Wanlan, and even if Heaven can't take her back to the modern world, she'll die... she'll die in Zehua's world, and as a ghost, she'll stay with him for life...

My back hurts so much...

God! Someone please save her! Her back hurts so much...

"Deqing!"

Zhao Guangyi suddenly snapped back to reality and knelt down, looking at her helplessly, then at his own hands, incredulous at his actions. "You...why did you rush at me? You...you can't be hurt, you can't be hurt! Defang will go crazy! God...what am I doing?!"

That's right! The imperial physician!

Zhao Guangyi looked up sharply at the still dazed Zhao Kuangyin and pulled him close. "Quickly, summon the imperial physician! You must summon the imperial physician! She can't be harmed! Hurry!"

"No...no!"

Wanlan, enduring excruciating pain, grabbed Zhao Guangyi's hand. Her pale face was drenched in cold sweat. "Your Majesty, Uncle, we can't...call the imperial physician here..." she gasped, her face contorted in agony, but she had no choice but to utter her last words—

"Take me...back to...Qinlan...Palace!"

"Alright! I'll take you back right now!"

Zhao Guangyi carefully picked her up, glanced one last time at Empress Song lying on the bed opposite him, and then ran straight away without looking back.

In her dazed state, Wanlan mumbled, "Go...to the side hall..."

She can't let anyone see her like this, otherwise it will cause another uproar.

She must have successfully stopped the Zhao brothers from killing each other... She no longer cared whether she had actually altered history; all she knew was... Zehua was no longer in a difficult position...

This was the clearest thing that remained in Wanlan's mind before she sank into darkness.

Volume Four: Like a Dream, Yet Not a Dream, Chapter 67, Zhuangzi's Dream of a Butterfly (1) (Modern Version)

"...The Emperor ascended the Taiqing Pavilion to survey the surroundings...Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, the weather changed abruptly, and snow and hail began to fall. He moved his entourage down from the pavilion. He hurriedly ordered the palace keys to be passed to the Duan Gate, and summoned the Prince of Feng, who was none other than Emperor Taizong. He invited the servants to the main hall, and they drank wine together..."

A nonchalant female voice impatiently read aloud the ancient text from the book, word by word. Although she wanted to throw away the book that was nearly making her dizzy, her gaze fell upon the woman sleeping soundly on the sickbed beside her, and she had no choice but to pick it up again and continue her meticulous reading— "...Eunuchs and concubines were all dismissed, but from afar, under the candlelight, Emperor Taizong could be seen occasionally rising from his seat, seemingly unable to bear it. After drinking, at the third watch of the night, the palace was covered in several inches of snow. The Emperor took a pillar axe and poked at the snow, saying to Emperor Taizong, 'Good, good!' He then loosened his belt and went to bed, his breathing like thunder. That night, Emperor Taizong stayed overnight in the palace. Around the fifth watch, the attendants heard nothing; the Emperor had passed away. Emperor Taizong received the imperial edict before the coffin and ascended the throne."

Unable to bear it any longer, the girl threw down the book, sat by the hospital bed, and snorted heavily. She leaned closer to the motionless woman on the bed and gritted her teeth, saying, "Lanlan! If you don't wake up, I'll burn that whole box of ancient books of yours right now! Do you hear me?!"

"No one is forcing you if you don't want to miss it."