Hate bordering on morbid, Luo Zhiheng was shattered by a powerful sense of powerlessness and shock. Trembling, she asked, "Then... do you have a way to cure the poison?"
Lady Huoyun was truly reluctant to tell her this cruel outcome, but she couldn't hide it from her. She shook her head and said, "If we had seen him a year earlier, he wouldn't be in this state now. Although he won't die immediately, death is inevitable for him! It's just a matter of time! All I can do is use some powerful medicines to help alleviate the pain he will suffer from each subsequent attack of the poison!"
The princess collapsed on the spot. Luo Zhiheng helped the princess to a soft couch, and Luo Zhiheng herself felt a little weak.
"Is there no hope? No matter what method we use, no matter how difficult it is, we will try our best to do it. Please, Madam, show us a way. You can help him alleviate the pain when the poison takes effect, but can't you help him detoxify? Also, Mu Yunhe hasn't had any poisoning attacks for so long. I've never seen him do it before. Isn't that a sign of improvement?" Luo Zhiheng said anxiously, grabbing Madam Huoyun's hand with red eyes.
"Aheng! Don't be like this. It was already destined, so why be so attached?" Mu Yunhe felt extremely distressed by Luo Zhiheng's appearance. But he had to let go, otherwise Luo Zhiheng and her mother would be completely without support. So at this moment, there was no trace of disappointment or sadness on his face. But his appearance only made Luo Zhiheng feel even more heartache.
Luo Zhiheng walked to Mu Yunhe's side, took his hand and said, "No! I believe there's always a way out. We've encountered all sorts of difficulties along the way, but we've persevered, haven't we? Don't give up, there's always hope."
Mu Yunhe touched her small face, his eyes flickering with a broken light—a smile, a pain and despair that he couldn't quite hide. Yet he could smile calmly, as if life and death were as light as a rainbow cat between his lips, so easily spoken with a laugh: "But Aheng... the more hope you have, the more burdened I feel. What will you do if I die like this one day? I'm afraid I won't be able to die in peace, having disappointed you so much."
His smile pierced Luo Zhiheng's heart in an instant, like a needle stabbing into her lungs! The pain made her feel as if her internal organs were twisted and knotted together.
All the feigned composure crumbled instantly, falling apart completely!
"Hey, didn't I tell you? If you die before we give up hope, I'll be with you. If you die with your eyes open, I'll probably die with them too. Don't forget we're in this together, if you die, I won't escape either. But I'm afraid of death, so I have to try to live, and I have to try to drag you along with me. I'm sorry, selfishly, I'm going to drag you into this suffering." Luo Zhiheng said with a roguish grin, but tears welled up uncontrollably on her eyelashes, crystal clear and so fragile.
despair!
The overwhelming despair shattered Luo Zhiheng's strength in an instant.
They had been ignoring the issue of death all along. Wasn't the existence of the fake doctor just a form of self-deception and a source of happiness for Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe? The fake doctor's words were unreliable; the more he said Mu Yunhe would die quickly, the more it might mean Mu Yunhe could actually continue living. But when the fake doctor was driven away and a skilled doctor with no reason to deceive them arrived, these truthful words became the most ruthless and cruel sword, severing the line between life and death that Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe had been ignoring.
No matter how much pain she feels, she won't cry; no matter how difficult things get, she won't complain; no matter how tired she is, she can still smile and say, "Don't be afraid, we still have each other, we can still rely on each other to keep going!" No matter when, if she looks back, that man with the calm smile is always behind her. Silently supporting her, encouraging her, and struggling to keep up with her step by step. The man who, even when his whole body is cramping from the pain, can still smile, take her hand, and say, "Aheng, let's go home," has somehow become so important to Luo Zhiheng that just thinking about it, and how she will feel when she is exhausted and looks back, only to find his handsome and upright figure no longer there, will cause her heart to ache to the point of suffocation!
The former Luo Zhiheng was incredibly arrogant and lawless. Faced with setbacks and hardships, she would point ahead and say arrogantly: "Difficulties, how difficult are you? How awesome are you? When I, your grandma, drag my little Hehe up there and step on your head, you won't be so awesome anymore, and you won't be able to stop us!" Perhaps, she would even laugh three times with her hands on her hips, utterly arrogant...
But now, faced with the stark reality of life and death of the person who had fought alongside her, Luo Zhiheng wanted to hold back. Yet Mu Yunhe's smile—so full of despair, so full of pain, so burdened with guilt and heartache for his mother—was given to her with that pure, carefree smile. And yet, she…
How could I not despair!
Tears are like a burst dam, collapsing in an instant, breaking down the dam, and surging down.
Her smile crumbled, and in a panic, she burst into tears, throwing herself into Mu Yunhe's arms. At that moment, she cried like a child, and it was then that she remembered: she was only seventeen—the most vulnerable, sensitive, and innocent age! 15894885
When she cried, she released all her grievances and anxieties, the fear and panic of being inexplicably brought to this place, and the immense pressure and pessimism she had endured for so long.
When she cried, Mu Yunhe panicked. He stiffly hugged her trembling body, and his usually calm and composed face could no longer maintain its calm smile. Holding her tightly was as if he were holding onto all hope and life.
If he hadn't met her, he wouldn't have felt any emotion upon hearing this news. Hadn't he already resigned himself to his fate? Mu Yunhe's sinful life should have ended that summer, shouldn't it?
But before, he had no worries except for his mother. Now, with Luo Zhiheng, he has more concerns and can no longer let go of this woman. Therefore, he can no longer remain indifferent in the face of death.
But he was destined not to give her a complete life or to protect her. He owed her too much, carried too many burdens, and Mu Yunhe was almost suffocating. With her cries, all he could do was remain silent, for he was destined not to give her a solemn promise: "Aheng, don't cry, I will survive!"
Her eyes, gradually turning crimson, closed heavily, shutting out the pitying and sorrowful gazes of others. A cruel rage flickered within them. Destroy the person who made her cry so bitterly and desperately!
"Why is this happening? Mu Yunhe! I don't want you to die. Live well, I'll give you half of my lifespan, live well, let's live together!" She shouted hysterically, pleading, her heart filled with a concern for Mu Yunhe that she could no longer ignore.
Mu Yunhe gasped in pain, his heart pounding. Every word she spoke seemed to tear his heart apart, leaving a gaping wound, blood gushing forth—a frenzied, surging, and ferocious outburst! It was all a roar of indignation on her behalf!
"Aheng, don't cry..." Despite his resentment and helplessness, even though he hated himself and wanted to comfort her, he couldn't utter a single lie. She said he had ruined her pure, innocent little baby, so in this matter of life and death, he dared not lie again. He couldn't lie to her, and he couldn't lie to himself. So, all his unspoken words were reduced to a single, bleak sentence: "Aheng, don't cry!"
"I don't want to! What will I do if you die? You're all I have here. I only have Mu Yunhe..." No one knew what Luo Zhiheng truly meant. In this strange world, Luo Zhiheng truly only had Mu Yunhe, nothing more!
In the young prince's courtyard, the despairing, childlike cries of Luo Zhiheng filled the air, brimming with a sense of helpless resignation and pessimism, instantly shattering the previous sweetness and warmth. The entire palace was gripped by a gloomy, storm-like atmosphere of oppression!
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166 Reinvigorate confidence! A new turning point!
Updated: 2013-07-11 12:25:10 Word Count: 7681
Perhaps it was because Luo Zhiheng was crying so hard, or perhaps it was because the separation of life and death in this situation was too tragic, that even the people of Silver Moon Kingdom couldn't help but feel sad at this moment.
Madam Wang's eyes revealed deep sympathy for Luo Zhiheng and an unspeakable sorrow. She glanced at the indifferent Madam Huoyun a few times, and secretly made a plan in her mind.
"Is there really no way? Isn't Lady Huoyun very capable? How come she seems helpless now?" Surprisingly, the arrogant Lady Song spoke up, adding with a hint of displeasure, "You'd better be careful. This isn't an ordinary case of seeking your medical help. You should understand that, so you'd better give it your all. Otherwise, even if you are the chief imperial physician of the Silver Moon Kingdom, you won't escape punishment."
Because it was Luo Zhiheng's wish, and the Silver Moon Kingdom had never failed the champions' wishes, if Mu Yunhe really died, it would be a major flaw in their Silver Moon Kingdom.
Madam Huoyun calmly replied, "I am not a master of antidotes. You came to the wrong person from the start. Someone who specializes in treating poisons might be able to help Mu Yunhe with his condition, but that's not certain. The poison has already spread to his internal organs. Unless someone is willing to sever their own tendons and sacrifice their life to perform a meridian exchange and blood transfusion to prolong his life, and that person has to be a super master with at least sixty years of cultivation, do you think anyone would be crazy enough to commit suicide for someone else? And even if someone did do that, Mu Yunhe's physical condition might not be able to hold on and he might not survive."
Her words dimmed the expectant look in Luo Zhiheng's teary eyes. She nestled in Mu Yunhe's arms and fell silent. Her sobs were no longer so intense, but she couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart. For the first time in her life, Luo Zhiheng cried uncontrollably.
Yes, who would do that? Sacrifice themselves for others? Especially a top-tier expert? That's impossible. So, will Mu Yunhe still die?
"However, since this matter is special, I will do my best. Although I cannot completely save his life, with my abilities, I can extend his life by one or two years, beyond what he fears he may die at any moment," Madam Huoyun said confidently.
But what Luo Zhiheng wanted was for Mu Yunhe to live forever, not just that pitiful one or two years of life that could be counted on one's fingers! At this moment, she clearly understood her heart. She didn't want Mu Yunhe to die. She wanted Mu Yunhe to always be by her side. She wanted to be able to see Mu Yunhe's face when she looked back again.
Whether it's awkward, pretentious, or indifferent, as long as it's him, as long as he's alive and well, she's content. 14.
When a person has attachments and things they can't let go of, that's when they're most vulnerable and easily broken. Any attack could easily crush them. Luo Zhiheng's young soul suffered its first major blow because of Mu Yunhe.
After the people from Silver Moon Kingdom left, the Queen Consort stayed in Mu Yunhe's room, heartbroken. Luo Zhiheng, no longer lively and cheerful, clung to Mu Yunhe, her eyes red and lost in thought. Mu Yunhe could do nothing; seeing the two women in such agony, he was the one who suffered the most.
A deathly atmosphere permeated the entire palace all day. The news of Mu Yunhe's imminent death, ignored by the two mistresses in their despair, spread like wildfire, instantly filling the palace with an indescribable unease. Those who had been itching for action began to choose sides.
A dying prince, destined to die, is naturally more favored than a healthy, valiant, and renowned heir apparent.
That evening, the princess had to return to her own courtyard. Neither Luo Zhiheng nor Mu Yunhe had any appetite, so they went to bed embracing each other without eating anything. But how could anyone fall asleep at that moment? Luo Zhiheng clung to Mu Yunhe like sticky rice, her mind completely blank about the boundaries between men and women. She could hug and possess him without any inhibitions, as long as she liked him.
Mu Yunhe's feelings were complicated. He felt an inexplicable joy at Luo Zhiheng's clingy embrace, but because it stemmed from her sadness, he dared not move and simply held her close. He also began to think pessimistically: how many more days could he hold her like this, quietly waiting for dawn? Perhaps he would close his eyes today, and never open them again tomorrow; death would come.
If he really died like that, what would happen to Luo Zhiheng? Would she go crazy? Or would she cry uncontrollably like she did today?
His heart ached, a deep sorrow enveloped him, like dense, persistent dark clouds, lingering in his mind with a sense of desolation and despair. All he could do was hold her warm body tighter. Their chests, clothes against flesh, felt each other's soft, slow heartbeats, each one a humble yet clear reminder that he was still alive.
"Mu Yunhe!" Luo Zhiheng's hoarse voice suddenly rang out, cautiously calling his name in the night.
"Mm." Mu Yunhe replied, but after a while, he didn't get a response from Luo Zhiheng, so he raised his voice and asked, "Aheng?" He knew that she was not asleep.
Luo Zhiheng spoke in a domineering yet fearful voice: "I really only have you left. You can't leave me here alone."
Today, Luo Zhiheng suddenly realized that in this unfamiliar world, the only person she truly had and could trust was Mu Yunhe. Before, she had always thought about leaving, but today she suddenly understood: where could she go if she left Mu Yunhe? Could she really venture out into the world with her fearless nature? Human hearts are treacherous, and the world is cold and indifferent; where could this lonely soul from the People's Republic of China possibly wander as a wandering ghost?
The mere thought of losing Mu Yunhe twisted Luo Zhiheng's heart into a knot, causing her body to convulse with pain. She had learned many things, both Chinese and Western, from heaven and earth; she had many teachers and mentors, yet none of them had ever truly taught her. What could she call this feeling at this moment?
But she was so reluctant to part with Mu Yunhe. She didn't want him to leave this world alone. Mu Yunhe, this pure and heartbreaking man, had never even seen the vast sky or the deep blue sea. Was his life truly destined to be confined to this small world of the Prince's mansion? Born here, dying here, leaving behind only lingering regrets.
How could she bear to let such a handsome and talented man live with such regret for the rest of his life? How could she just leave her alone and depart forever, separating them like this?
Mu Yunhe felt a burning pain in his heart. The darkness concealed the almost distorted pain on his face, but he couldn't lie: "Silly Aheng, even without me, you still have your loving father and our mother, who will love you even more. No matter what the future holds, we must bravely move forward, right? These are your words."
Luo Zhiheng shook her head, tugged at his clothes, climbed onto his chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck like a child clinging to its mother, sobbing softly, "That's different. I only have you, only you. That's different..."
Mu Yunhe didn't understand what she meant by helplessly repeating that sentence over and over again, but Luo Zhiheng had never been so out of control, so grief-stricken and desperate, constantly saying that only he was there. Hearing this, Mu Yunhe felt a mixture of joy and despair, but also a deep sense of powerlessness and hopelessness.
She was honored that he was her only one, but saddened that he would no longer be her only one!
"Mu Yunhe!" In the darkness, she suddenly looked up at him, her large, watery eyes sparkling and filled with emotions that Mu Yunhe couldn't understand. She clearly said, "Let's not give up. Even if it's just to prolong our lives for two more years, we'll try our best to find a way. Every day we live is another day of hope. Don't you agree?"
Sometimes, if you think about things from a different perspective, they can be completely different from what you thought before.
When Luo Zhiheng and the others heard that there was no cure and that he could only live for another year or two, they were all filled with despair and despair, thinking that the world had collapsed. They were trapped in this bleak atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves, as if Mu Yunhe would die tomorrow.
But Luo Zhiheng suddenly thought of another hope.
Previously, they were unsure of Mu Yunhe's fate, but today Lady Huoyun gave them a clear deadline.
Two years!
These two years were the time they knew and could be certain that Mu Yunhe would survive. During this time, they could focus wholeheartedly on finding a way to heal and save Mu Yunhe. Suddenly, Luo Zhiheng felt hope again, stopped crying, and fell into a deep sleep in Mu Yunhe's arms, filled with hope.
She was under too much pressure today, her emotions were tense, and she had been crying for so long that she was exhausted. At this moment, a window suddenly opened in her heart, and she immediately fell asleep. However, she held Mu Yunhe's hand tightly and never let go.
Mu Yunhe felt as if something had struck his heart heavily, instantly causing a tingling and aching sensation throughout his internal organs and limbs, yet his heart remained restless. Mu Yunhe never expected Luo Zhiheng to go to such lengths for him, but it was precisely because of Luo Zhiheng's loss of control and emotional breakdown today that he clearly realized he had long since become inseparable from her.
So when Mu Yunhe listened to her fantastical words, he had only one feeling: she was comforting herself. And her self-comfort instantly overwhelmed Mu Yunhe with powerlessness and despair.
During the long night, the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms was like an innocent little white pig, while Mu Yunhe kept his eyes open all night until dawn.
In the morning, Luo Zhiheng opened her eyes and felt that they were still very dry. She quietly climbed out of Mu Yunhe's arms, washed up, and changed into a light yellow gauze dress. She looked cool and innocent, cute and cheerful, which was very pleasing to the eye.
She bent down beside Mu Yunhe's bed, pinching the sides of his high nose with her hands, pinching and releasing repeatedly, until Mu Yunhe, who was pretending to be asleep, had to open his eyes and could no longer keep up the act. But as soon as he opened his eyes, Mu Yunhe felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his head felt a little dizzy. It was as if he saw the first ray of sunshine of new life in the chilly late winter, warm, touching, and dazzlingly beautiful!
She slept soundly through the night, radiant with her usual playful and confident smile, as if the little girl who had cried her eyes out yesterday, the little girl who had desperately clung to him, was not the person before her. What kind of strong heart allowed her to recover so quickly from such an emotional breakdown? Even though she had cried uncontrollably the night before, she could still smile genuinely and sincerely when she woke up in the morning.
"Get up, you lazybones! Starting today, I'm going to implement a devilish training plan on you! I'm going to drag you out of the devil's clutches, and no one can stop me! Although training you into a strong and elite soldier will be a bit difficult, it doesn't matter. Even if you get angry and bite, I won't show you any mercy. Get up now." Her voice was clear and crisp, her eyes bright, and her face was full of a bright smile, radiating confidence and vitality.
"Aheng?" Mu Yunhe was quite taken aback. Today, Aheng seemed to have weathered a storm, and she was even more formidable. The grown-up Aheng was stronger than before. Her heart was as vast as the sea and sky that could encompass even the most difficult and perilous situations. At this moment, it also enveloped his dying Dragon Soul Grass, making Mu Yunhe feel for a moment that he wished he could die for her!
He thought, he was certain, that there would never be another woman like Luo Zhiheng, who shared his joys and sorrows, who persisted and refused to give up even when he had given up on her! How could he easily betray such a woman? How could he bear to betray her?
"Hey you, get up right now! From today onwards, you're not allowed to call me 'Aheng' anymore. If you train well, I'll allow you to call me that. If you don't train well, then you'll have to call me Master, understand? Get up now, or I'll give you a good spanking!" Luo Zhiheng poked Mu Yunhe's face with her finger with disgust, her face showing no trace of sadness, and spoke arrogantly, saying things that Mu Yunhe might be the only one in her life willing to indulge and tolerate her arrogance.
In a state of pain and despair, with a cheerful and optimistic wife by your side who always manages to quickly recover from difficulties, it's hard to imagine anyone staying in that sorrow for too long.
Mu Yunhe's heart seemed to be suddenly illuminated by a ray of light. He no longer wanted to think about when death would come, no longer wanted to fear tomorrow, and no longer wanted to worry about what the future held. Today, being able to hold hands with Luo Zhiheng and spend every day he still had was an immense blessing.
Mu Yunhe's movements as he got up were a bit slow, even stiff. Luo Zhiheng immediately retorted with merciless disdain, "Hurry up! A man should be decisive and efficient. Dragging on like this shows no manly spirit at all."
Mu Yunhe almost fell over!
"What did you say?" He leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at her coldly. No matter how good his mood was, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry after being hit like this by his wife whom he cared about. However, he knew that he was not angry at Luo Zhiheng's words, but his current weakness also made him feel ashamed. He did not want to give Luo Zhiheng the impression that he was incompetent.
Luo Zhiheng wasn't afraid at all, and sneered with her nose in the air, "Young Prince, you'd better hurry up. What do you care what I say? You can't do anything to me no matter what I say."
She's so arrogant!
How dare she challenge him like that? Mu Yunhe narrowed his eyes. He was determined to prove himself! He was going to show Luo Zhiheng that her man was definitely not a coward!
Bracing himself against the edge of the bed and holding onto the table beside him, Mu Yunhe slowly stood up, looking pitiful as he swayed unsteadily. Xiao Xizi had been waiting by his side, wanting to help, but Luo Zhiheng's incredibly powerful glare instantly silenced him, rendering him too afraid to move.
"How's it going? If you can, go wash your face." Luo Zhiheng's smile was smug, but she was also on tenterhooks, afraid that she might overstimulate him or that Mu Yunhe's overconfidence would backfire. But she had to hold back. Mu Yunhe had already resigned himself to his fate, and this terrible state would directly lead her to become pessimistic as well. She was trying, but if Mu Yunhe himself gave up, wouldn't it be a waste of time? Therefore, she had to ignite Mu Yunhe's motivation and will to survive.
Then she had to show him hope first. If others wouldn't give them that hope, she'd create it herself. After all, a living person can't be suffocated by holding their pee! Nor can they be defeated by difficulties!
Mu Yunhe straightened up, immediately looking down at Luo Zhiheng with a cold glance, and said, "Underestimating me will lead to a terrible death!"
"Oh dear, I'm so scared! Let's wait until you catch me, Your Highness, haha." Luo Zhiheng winked mischievously, which made Mu Yunhe snort coldly and slowly walk towards the washbasin stand.
Mu Yunhe didn't get to be fed by Luo Zhiheng for breakfast today. He ate two bowls of rice by himself, and there weren't many vegetables. Luo Zhiheng deliberately ate quickly and in big bites to provoke Mu Yunhe. If you don't hurry up and start eating, you'll be starving. Don't blame her for being ruthless.