Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 129

I raised an eyebrow and smiled, my mood instantly improving. Turning the corner of the stairs, far into the distance, stretching to the west, lay Jinyao! The Jinyao Kingdom for which I had served for six years!

I walked down the city wall step by step, casting aside a bit of Jin Yao's past with each step. My heart ached with a dull pain and bitterness, yet my blood boiled with excitement. Yang Yi and I, the emperor with whom I had once taken what we needed, used each other, yet also supported each other, had finally come to this point—a power struggle between ruler and subject.

Yang Yi, from this day forward you are no longer my sovereign, and I am no longer your subject; Yang Yi, from this day forward when we meet on the battlefield, when our two nations clash, we will show no mercy.

Xiao Yi

2008.2.26 20:05

Chapter 14: One General's Success is Complete.

Next update: Friday evening, February 29th.

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Chapter 15 Boarding

Chapter 15 Boarding

I slept until I naturally woke up. When I opened my eyes, it was still pitch black, just like before. However, the faint sounds of laughter coming from outside the window and the warmth on my face suggested that it was daytime, and a sunny one at that.

The first thing I do after getting up is wash my face and brush my teeth, the second thing is eat breakfast, and the third thing is to kick out that almost forgotten scoundrel.

I groped my way out of bed, and suddenly a melodious song drifted from the bedside: "Far from home, I am filled with sorrow, my heart transforming into an autumn night, yet I am like a fallen leaf returning to its roots, settling in your heart..."

"Hello."

"Lanlan! It's your brother. Auntie and I are at the hospital right now. Xu Lie has a high fever."

"……"fever?

"Don't wander around while you're home alone. I'm coming to pick you up."

"..." I seem to remember Xu Lie saying that he had been sick three times since he was a child, and each time he had a fever, he was half dead.

"Lanlan, are you listening to me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"I wanted to call you to come with me, but I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did. Don't worry too much. The doctor said your fever was a bit high, and if it had been delayed any longer, it could have turned into meningitis, but luckily you were brought here early."

"kindness."……

After hanging up the phone, I sat on the bed for a while, then scratched my head in frustration. Normally, it's quite common for someone to get sick after being outside in the cold for five or six hours. The fact that the fever was almost meningitis made me genuinely worried. But…

Things have really gotten complicated! I sighed, completely at a loss for words to describe my feelings at that moment.

“Beep—beep—…beep! beep!…” A very strange, yet indescribably familiar sound entered my ears.

My room was eerily quiet, and even the slightest sound could be clearly heard. As I pondered this, I groped my way to my feet and followed the sound.

"Beep—beep—beep—" My heart pounded with each beat of that sound. Closer! Closer and closer!

Suddenly, as if a continuous piece of cloth had been cut open, the sound abruptly stopped. I frowned and focused, but could hear nothing more. Standing there lost in thought for a long time, I suddenly heard my brother's voice.

"Lanlan, didn't I tell you to stay in your room? Why did you come out by yourself?" My brother scolded me and pulled me back. "Go wash your face and brush your teeth, we're going to the hospital."

"Brother..." I turned my head hesitantly, "I think I'd better not go to the hospital."

"How can that be?" the older brother flatly rejected. "What if something happens to you if you stay home alone?"

Sigh... I sighed inwardly and had no choice but to resign myself to following my brother.

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which slightly irritated my nasal membranes. I didn't like it, but I wouldn't say I hated it either. It was a simple, almost monotonous smell, yet one that was easy to get used to.

My brother led me through a maze of turns, through elevators and corridors, until I was completely disoriented, before finally entering a quiet hospital room.

"How is he?" the older brother asked.

"She's still not awake," the aunt said in a low voice. "But her fever has almost gone down. Is Lanlan here too?"

I nodded and asked my brother to help me find a place to sit. As he led the way, his movements suddenly paused, and after a moment, he seemed to turn slightly. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could figure it out, my habitually reaching hand touched a warm patch of skin.

I could feel it on my sensitive fingertips—it was a face, a high, straight nose covered by my palm, and warm, damp breath emanating from below my wrist. Suppressing my irritation, I calmly withdrew my hand: "Brother, isn't there another spot?"

"No...no...it's not true." The older brother's voice immediately stammered, "Yes. I...I'll help you over there."

I leaned back in my soft chair, my eyes slightly closed, pondering the quickest strategy to take down Fengyin. Zhuo Qing had to abdicate; otherwise, Mu Shuangshuang would have no reason to assist her young son in assuming power. But should Zhuo Qing be spared?

Spare his life, not to mention the potential future trouble of him being used by others, even the old ministers of Fengyin wouldn't agree to a new ruler. If they then swear allegiance to the death, I'll have a headache. Eliminating him by using a borrowed knife is the most effective way to resolve the issue once and for all. But... but it's just another life! I sighed deeply...

“Galan”.

I frowned. It was Xu Lie's voice. Was he talking in his sleep? Were my brothers not there?

“Garan…”

I decided to ignore him, although his hoarse voice and expectant tone made my heart ache slightly, but only slightly.

"Galan, are you asleep?"

You're asleep! But... a person talking in their sleep might ask you if you're asleep.

A noise came from ahead. What was that? Was it someone turning over? Probably just the end of their sleep-talking. I ignored it and continued to ponder the problem with my eyes closed. Zhuo Qing's three sons were all born to concubines; I had to choose one who would be easier to control…

The atmosphere around me suddenly became strange, thick, and ambiguous, before I could even react. A burning hot hand was already on my face, from my slightly cool forehead, to the tip of my nose, to…

"Slap—" I grabbed the hand that was moving across my face and opened my eyes. "You're awake?"