Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:47 Word Count: 1593
Luo Zhiheng released the entire room from darkness. In this sunlit room, she protected Mu Yunhe. At this moment, Mu Yunhe was a lifesaver in her eyes. They really had to share life and death.
As the sun set and the moon rose, Mu Yunhe's condition seemed to have stabilized throughout the night, but he remained unconscious. The doctor dared not leave for even a moment, bustling around taking care of Mu Yunhe. Everyone's nerves were on edge as they welcomed the next day's sunlight amidst the tension.
"Princess Consort, something terrible has happened! The Prince has a fever!" Luo Zhiheng, who was sleeping on the soft couch next to her, was awakened by the exclamation.
She was momentarily stunned, then jumped up, having fallen asleep without even taking off her clothes and shoes. She rushed to Mu Yunhe's bedside, touching his forehead and face, then his neck, chest, and arms. Her face grew increasingly pale. Amidst the panic and ashen faces of the others, she said in a deep voice, "Stop shouting here, get a doctor quickly."
The doctor was hurriedly summoned, and after taking the pulse for only a short while, he too turned pale and said, "It's all over, it's all over. The thing I least wanted to see has happened. The young prince's illness is actually a case of excessive internal heat, and once he develops a fever, it becomes uncontrollable and is the most dangerous and ominous sign. Right now, the young prince's condition is deteriorating rapidly..."
Luo Zhiheng, impatient with the old doctor's long-winded explanation, grabbed the doctor's collar, glared at him angrily, and roared without any restraint, "Stop talking nonsense! Since he has a fever, hurry up and bring it down!"
The old doctor was stunned by Luo Zhiheng's bold and unrestrained behavior. How could a young lady from a respectable family make such a rude and barbaric move? He trembled and said, "If there were a way, I would also like to save the young prince, but the young prince's body can no longer withstand the erosion of any medicine. To put it bluntly, fever is the beginning of the end of his life. I am powerless to help him."
Luo Zhiheng was completely enraged. She shoved the doctor to the ground, her eyes red with rage, and said viciously, "Aren't you a doctor? Aren't doctors supposed to save lives? How can you so easily pronounce a death sentence on a patient? What gives you the right? Your responsibility is to save his life! If he doesn't live today, I'll die too, but you won't have an easy time before I die. I'll bite off pieces of your flesh because you're a murderer, and your incompetence has killed two people!"
Her expression was so ferocious that the wet nurse and maid who came to mediate were too scared to move. The doctor, a renowned physician, though proud and arrogant, was also frightened by Luo Zhiheng's fierce and desperate face.
"Don't get agitated! Lower the fever! If we can bring the young prince's temperature down quickly, there might still be a glimmer of hope!" But it was just a glimmer of hope! It was essentially a waste of effort. The doctor only said this out of panic under Luo Zhiheng's intimidation; he had already given up all hope for Mu Yunhe's survival.
"Then hurry up and bring his fever down!" Luo Zhiheng angrily kicked over the doctor's medicine box.
The doctor shuddered and said angrily, "I would like to, but the young prince can't use any medicine now, as that would only accelerate the deterioration of his condition. Also, using ice to directly lower his temperature won't work, as the young prince's body simply cannot withstand the direct stimulation of ice."
"This won't work, that won't work, are we just going to watch him die?" Luo Zhiheng was as irritable as a raging lioness. She paced around in frustration, but suddenly saw the large water vat in the yard used for holding water and sweeping. A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes, and she rushed out quickly.
She put her hand into the water, but it was warm in the sunlight. She yelled, "Where is the deep well? Get me the coldest water, and ice, as much as you can, and hurry!"
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051 An embrace between the two poles of ice and fire!
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:48 Word Count: 1577
Everyone was terrified by Luo Zhiheng's mania and ferocity. Cold water was brought over as quickly as possible and soon filled a vat.
What happened next left everyone speechless. Luo Zhiheng poured the icy cold water, one ladleful at a time, over herself. This was water from a deep well, and it was especially cold at this time of morning, but Luo Zhiheng didn't show the slightest sign of discomfort.
The ladle was too slow, so she used a bucket to pour water directly onto herself. The only men in the courtyard were the eunuchs and maids. The eunuchs quickly lowered their heads and closed their eyes, not daring to look at Luo Zhiheng, whose clothes were completely soaked. However, the princess and prince, who rushed over, watched this bizarre scene with their own eyes wide open. The prince looked away from her with eyes full of anger.
Luo Zhiheng didn't notice anyone else. She only felt that her body wasn't cold enough, but her teeth were already chattering. With a determined effort, she nimbly flipped over and jumped into the water tank filled with cold water. As soon as she jumped in, her scalp went numb from the cold, and a pain shot straight to her head—the feeling of nerve pain from the ice.
Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Luo Zhiheng gritted her teeth and shouted, "Don't just stand there, add more ice!"
The servants hesitated, unsure of what Luo Zhiheng was up to, but the old doctor seemed to understand. Shocked and bewildered, he began to look at this disgraced young princess with newfound respect. Whatever Luo Zhiheng's motives, her actions today were commendable; not everyone could endure such piercing pain!
"Listen to the little princess, quickly add ice to the water tank!" the old doctor gritted his teeth and shouted. Since someone was willing to risk their life to try, he, as the doctor, naturally couldn't give up easily.
The doctor's words carried more weight than Luo Zhiheng's. The servants hurriedly added ice to the vat, which was already overflowing. With the addition of ice, water gushed out even more. Luo Zhiheng squatted in the increasingly cold vat, her face turning white from the cold, her forehead throbbing with pain. But if this pain could save her life, it would be worth it!
So she had to endure it! She had been a bandit and robbed people; she was not a good person, but she was a person full of hope and enthusiasm for life. She was also persistent; since she had begged for this chance to survive, she could not give it up!
Luo Zhiheng stayed in the icy water for a full quarter of an hour before getting up. She emerged heavily from the water vat, her steps unsteady. Even the maid supporting her felt shivering from the cold. Luo Zhiheng trembled and said, "Quickly, give me a change of clothes."
Luo Zhiheng was so cold she could barely walk. The maid, heartbroken, cried uncontrollably, and with her immense strength, she scooped Luo Zhiheng up and rushed into the room. Meanwhile, the doctor had already explained the possible reasons for Luo Zhiheng's actions to the Prince and Princess. That's why the Prince and Princess watched silently; they wanted to see if Luo Zhiheng could truly go to such lengths for Mu Yunhe!
After quickly drying herself off, Luo Zhiheng, wearing only a thin undergarment, lay down beside Mu Yunhe, pulled back the covers, and tightly embraced him. That moment was their first intimate contact without any separation, yet it was a perilous one, a moment of extreme contrast between ice and fire!
Mu Yunhe was burning with fever, his breath hot. He shivered at the chill beside him and unconsciously clung to Luo Zhiheng, but this didn't bring him comfort. He rubbed against her, groaning in pain. Luo Zhiheng, being a woman from the Republican era, felt shy and nervous about such close contact with a man. But remembering how much she had sacrificed to help Mu Yunhe cool down, she hardened her heart. With trembling hands, she slowly removed Mu Yunhe's undergarment…
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052 Smile!
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:49 Word Count: 1554
Because he rarely saw sunlight, Mu Yunhe's body was very pale and thin, almost all bones, making him feel uncomfortable when Luo Zhiheng held him in her arms. But at this moment, she couldn't let go even if she wanted to, because Mu Yunhe unconsciously hugged her tighter, humming something incessantly, his heavy, hot breath spraying onto Luo Zhiheng's face, making her feel like she had a fever too.
Luo Zhiheng's body was now like a block of ice. Mu Yunhe, who was burning up, held this soft and cool body, and his handsome face, which had been contorted with pain, relaxed.
"I wonder if this method will actually work," the doctor muttered.
The prince and princess had different thoughts when they saw the two people embracing on the bed.
Luo Zhiheng then spoke up and instructed, "Xiao Xizi, go and cool yourself down using the method you just used. I'm afraid your body temperature will rise. Regardless of whether it works or not, we can't give up as long as it makes the young prince more comfortable. Also, put more ice cubes in the room."
The prince was quite dissatisfied with Luo Zhiheng, even disgusted by her. After all, a woman who almost beat his sister to death just to steal her marriage deserved to die in his eyes. But even though he disliked her, he couldn't help but admire her composure and resourcefulness in the face of danger, even though he knew her purpose was to protect him.
"Do as the princess says," the prince said in a deep voice.
Luo Zhiheng's body was clearly cold, but this very thin man had a pair of very strong arms, holding her tightly in his warm embrace, and her face couldn't help but feel a little hot.
The wet nurse felt sorry for Luo Zhiheng, who was self-harming by splashing cold water on her body as if in self-torture, fearing that she might develop some kind of chronic illness later on, since women shouldn't get chilled. She couldn't stop her, but she was also relieved that her young mistress was finally becoming more sensible and less impulsive. The maidservant stood guard by Luo Zhiheng's bedside like a warrior, glaring menacingly at the group, as if she would tear anyone who dared to touch Luo Zhiheng alive.
However, perhaps shocked by Luo Zhiheng's actions, everyone was now busy arranging ice blocks and dared not look at Luo Zhiheng with disdain or disgust. Soon, the room was once again enveloped in a chilly atmosphere.
Luo Zhiheng was held by Mu Yunhe for a long time, until she felt her body getting hot. Then she remembered to change into the same icy-cold Xiao Xizi to cool Mu Yunhe down. Meanwhile, the princess insisted on staying, while the prince was already waiting outside.
But Luo Zhiheng had barely sat up when Mu Yunhe grabbed her arm. Startled, she thought Mu Yunhe was awake and looked down in surprise, only to find that Mu Yunhe's eyes were still closed. Disappointed, she tried to move again, but Mu Yunhe's hand gripped her wrist tightly, and he murmured painfully, "Mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Perhaps it was Mu Yunhe's expression and vulnerability, or perhaps it was his hidden kindness, but Luo Zhiheng did not decisively push him away. Instead, she leaned down and asked softly, "What are you sorry for?"
Mu Yunhe seemed to hear him. His heavy eyes slowly opened, though he could barely see the person before him. On his frail face, a breathtakingly beautiful smile, the most beautiful smile Luo Zhiheng had ever seen in her life, slowly bloomed: "Your son has broken his promise. He promised Mother he would never let her cry, but this time he is truly powerless. This time, I'm afraid I cannot escape. If your son dies, Mother, cry once, the last time. After you cry, you must never shed another tear for your unfilial son..."
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053 Prepare for the worst!
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:50 Word Count: 1559
His smile was pure and gentle, a kind of obedience and thoughtfulness that Luo Zhiheng had never seen before. Even though his life was nearing its end, even though his face was contorted with pain, even though he was afraid of death, he still smiled at the person he loved most and said, "Don't shed any more tears for your unfilial son..."
That smile, born of coldness and despair, pierced Luo Zhiheng's eyes and went straight to her heart when she was least expecting it. It shook her beliefs and changed her life forever!
Sometimes, a feeling of being moved happens unexpectedly, yet it is intense and complex. Even the most hard-hearted person will have a scene or person in their life that leaves the deepest and most unforgettable impression on them!
In his most painful moments, when his son was ravaged by illness and death, he was willing to give his mother the brightest smile as he made arrangements for what was not really his final affairs. Perhaps in his short life, the most important person and the person he could not let go of was his mother, who had always been by his side and had given up everything for him.
How could such a brilliant and charismatic man, someone who could hide his fear and face his mother with a smile, die like this? If he wasn't strong, if his will wasn't firm, if he wasn't brave enough, how could he have endured so many years of illness and a bleak life? Such a man, having experienced pain and torment, learned to cherish and live. If he had survived unscathed, he would surely have been a hero on the battlefield and a shrewd businessman!
In that instant, Luo Zhiheng forgot that her purpose in saving Mu Yunhe's life was to protect herself. In that moment, she thought that such a pure smile and such a strong man could not die like this!
But she wasn't a doctor, and she was powerless to help Mu Yunhe's condition! She turned around abruptly and saw that the princess was already silently weeping, being supported by two maids, and was already swaying precariously.
Faced with her son's dying words, the princess was already emotionally broken, but she dared not cry out loud. Her crying was so suppressed and desperate. What kind of existence did this mother and son have in the royal palace?
For the first time, Luo Zhiheng felt a desire to pry into the secrets of the Prince's mansion. What could make a princess so willing to back down? What could make a concubine so arrogant as to seize power? She was clearly the legitimate son, and clearly more beautiful than that illegitimate son Mu Yunjin, yet she was silently waiting to die in the dark corner of the Prince's mansion?
She really wanted to uncover the truth about this strange royal palace. She really wanted to know how to cure Mu Yunhe's deadly illness!
A wave of helplessness washed over her. For the first time in her arrogant life, Luo Zhiheng felt so defeated. She wanted to ask the princess to persuade Mu Yunhe, but how could the princess, who was crying so desperately, comfort her son who was worried about her?
At this moment, Mu Yunhe closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming intermittent. The signs of life seemed to be fading away, peeling away bit by bit, without any emotion, from this peerless man...
Xiao Xizi, seeing Mu Yunhe's drooping hand, knelt down crying and calling out "Master!" The doctor staggered in, and the prince rushed in. Everyone watched the doctor, trembling as he took Mu Yunhe's pulse. After a long while, the doctor said haltingly, "The young prince can't hold on any longer. He's in so much pain, but even in that pain, he didn't utter a sound. It's a miracle he's held on this long. Your Highness, prepare for the worst..."
These words were like a bolt from the blue! They knew the outcome, yet refused to face it. The servants knelt and wept bitterly, the princess fainted, and the prince's steely face was now utterly desolate. The entire palace was filled with mourning!
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054 Psychological Warfare to Save Lives! (Part 1)
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:51 Word Count: 1571
Luo Zhiheng slumped down next to Mu Yunhe. At that moment, she felt no fear of death. Only one voice was screaming in her heart: Even if she was sick, she was still such a vibrant person this morning. How could she just die like that?
Luo Zhiheng stared blankly at Mu Yunhe's exquisite and beautiful face, her hand involuntarily stroking his face. Perhaps it was the effect of her turning herself into an ice statue to cool him down, or perhaps his life was nearing its end, and his body temperature was no longer so burning. But she preferred to believe the former.
A stubborn ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly leaned close to his ear, her soft voice tinged with a sorrowful melancholy: "Mu Yunhe, open your eyes and look! Are you really willing to just leave like this? Your mother is crying for you, and she has fainted. You're not even dead yet, and she's already broken. If you die, if you really give up your life, then you're giving up your mother's life at the same time!"
While everyone else was busy crying and making a show of themselves, and everyone else thought this was the final outcome, only Luo Zhiheng persisted, stubbornly refusing to give up the last glimmer of hope. At least, he still had a pulse, breath, and heartbeat, didn't he?
The prince was already deeply grieved, and Luo Zhiheng's words almost shattered his hardened heart! He had an excellent son, Mu Yunjin, but Mu Yunhe was the child he loved the most among all his children, not only because he was his only legitimate son, but also because this child was the one who resembled him the most, was the least afraid of him, and was the most filial.
I still remember the day he didn't value Mu Yunhe much. In a fit of rage, he stripped the princess of all her rights and intended to abandon her completely. Mu Yunhe, feeling neglected and weak, knelt in the raging storm for a day and a night, stubbornly refusing to leave.
At that time, he asked him what he wanted. Mu Yunhe said he didn't want power or status, he only asked the prince to spare his mother's life. He asked if it would be alright for his son to exchange the life his mother gave him for his mother's life.