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"emperor!"

"Ziyi is injured; Sikong was the one who did it."

"What?" Zi Mo was shocked and retreated. "Sikong injured Eleven?" How could he accept this? He couldn't even bear to see her catch a cold or fever, and yet he had injured her. Did Sikong not love her?

He thought... he thought... he thought Sikong just wouldn't let her go out, he thought Sikong would pamper Shiyi like he did, he thought Shiyi was safe there.

What is this all about? Eleven is injured. Zi Mo's heart was filled with panic—Eleven will cry, Eleven will make a scene, no, he has to go see her, he absolutely has to see her…

Zi Mo ran outside.

"Zi Mo!"

They forgot the proper etiquette between ruler and subject.

"Zi Mo!"

Qianqing and Su Gu chased after him. The three of them, like three fools, followed Zi Mo all the way into the Sikong Mansion.

"Get out of the way!" Zi Mo didn't care who was blocking his way; he started fighting immediately. He was determined to get in today, and he'd kill them if they dared. Even if you were the best martial artist in the world, it didn't matter. He unleashed his fury.

Qian Qing and Su Gu, seeing him make his move, quickly joined the battle...

Apart from Uncle Zhong and Wei Zhen, everyone else in the Sikong Mansion was kneeling on the ground, trembling – for half a month, the entire Sikong Mansion had been covered in snow and the air was bitterly cold.

For a full two weeks, the mysterious lady has not woken up, and the snow in the Sikong Mansion has continued to fall until today...

The master has not left the house or eaten yet.

The lady relied on Uncle Zhong's internal energy to maintain her breathing... No one in the entire mansion dared to speak loudly, and no one dared to make a sound about the suddenly appearing mistress...

Sikong sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to do nothing. He looked at her, hoping she would wake up.

No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't wake up. The medication didn't work, and all the people who came were useless.

Sikong stared at him, hoping he would suddenly wake up so she could yell at him and argue with him.

He didn't want her to be like this; her once vibrant face was now deathly pale and lifeless.

He hadn't seen that clever and adorable expression of his for half a month;

That once enviable skin has also lost its color.

He didn't want it to be like this, he didn't want to see himself like this, he had once thought of letting her stay quietly by his side. But... after actually seeing her like this...

He didn't want to think about it anymore... he really didn't dare to think about it anymore...

She hadn't finished reading the story by the bedside. How could she bear not to wake up? Sikong nudged him gently, with great anticipation. He hoped he would wake up, he really hoped he would wake up.

He promised he would never hurt her again, never lose his temper with her again, and never let jealousy cloud his judgment, as long as she didn't go too far.

But he just wouldn't wake up, and no matter what he did, her high fever wouldn't go down.

A few days ago, he would still mumble a few words, but in recent days he hasn't opened his eyes at all.

He didn't do it on purpose.

He hadn't expected this. Given her stingy, petty, and opportunistic nature, she shouldn't have resisted so fiercely…

Sikong just looked at him—more focused than when she looked at him, more heartbroken than when she looked at him, more affectionate than when she looked at him.

"Ziyi..." he called softly, his voice so low he could barely hear it himself.

(This chapter is short, but I'm posting it here with difficulty, hoping Mengmeng will see it.)

But I want to say, "My dear Mengmeng! Please have pity on me!"

I've already updated twice, how am I supposed to live?! (Going to cry now...)

[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Ninety]

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has arrived."

Chou Qian ignored him, quietly watching the person on the bed...

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has arrived."

Chou Qian turned around, vaguely not recognizing him: "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, the Emperor, Zimo, and Su Gu have arrived."

Chou Qian nodded, then turned to look at Zi Yi. She was still so beautiful that he couldn't bear to lose her; he didn't want to lose her, and the possibility of losing her was unacceptable…

Sikong said softly, "Come here."

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Let Zimo in."

"yes."

...

"Eleven! Eleven!" Zi Mo burst through the door, the smell of medicine filling the air. "Eleven!"

“She’s here…” She stopped moving; she was right there.