mtl008 Chapter 647: 4 Seasons
Chapter 647: 4 Seasons
Nie Wushuang's expression was extremely solemn. "Your Majesty, the Empress's internal organs are failing rapidly! This is a sequelae of her 'bad luck' from her youth, and this lower-than-normal temperature is the result of overdosing on the Ice Crystal Spirit Dew. Your Majesty, please use your inner energy to warm the Empress's body whenever her temperature drops, as you did just now. Also, the pills I have created with some doctors over the past two years must be taken immediately by the Empress!"
The Emperor Shenwu watched intently as the fiery red pill slid into Lan Qingwu's mouth. After a moment, Nie Wushuang felt Lan Qingwu's pulse again. He looked slightly relieved and exhaled slowly, "Your Majesty, it's stable for now... But... you must be mentally prepared. The Empress could..."
Nie Wushuang excused himself. This time, he'd managed to save the Empress from the brink of death, but what about next time? He could no longer bear the overwhelming sadness emanating from the Divine Martial Emperor and nearly collapsed.
In the outer hall of Fengqi Palace, the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess, the Crown Princess, the Seventh Prince, other princes, princesses, prince consorts, several princes-in-law, and other royal relatives all knelt in an orderly manner and waited quietly.
The prince knelt blankly at the front. He recalled his guess from more than two years ago and his mother who had not much time left. Finally, he burst into tears.
More than two years ago, more than a month after he returned from fighting at the border, he went to the Second Prince's residence one day to visit his brother who was recuperating. He accidentally learned that his brother had been poisoned and although he had taken the Ice and Snow Pill to detoxify in time, he still needed more than half a year to recuperate. His heart skipped a beat at that time.
Later, the prince couldn't get any useful information from Nie Wushuang, but he had a wealth of resources and connections, all of whom were highly skilled doctors. Through both open and covert inquiries, the prince finally guessed Lan Qingwu's true physical condition. The daily visits to pay respects and show filial piety, along with his abstention from women, were all due to the perceptive prince's knowledge that his mother's passing was fading. His prayers to the heavens were ultimately unfulfilled; his mother... might actually be leaving him.
In the bedroom, the Divine Martial Emperor picked up Lan Qingwu and placed her on his chest. He hugged Lan Qingwu tightly, continuously injecting his internal energy into Lan Qingwu's body, while constantly calling her name: "Weak...weak...weak..."
Unconsciously, his tears soaked Lan Qingwu's black hair. When Lan Qingwu woke up, she felt warm all over. She opened her eyes with great effort and found herself lying in the arms of the Shenwu Emperor. Lan Qingwu said weakly, "Brother Heng..."
"Weak...you finally woke up...I was so scared!"
Lan Qingwu stretched out her hand to touch Emperor Shenwu's cheek, and Emperor Shenwu quickly took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
Lan Qingwu's face was as pale as snow, jade and ice. She said softly, "Don't cry, don't be sad, Brother Heng. In fact, I said goodbye to you when you were still at the border. I should have left here long ago. I tried my best to return to the human world and to be by your side, just to exchange the day and night companionship and joy of the past two years for this farewell!"
"Brother Heng, I had a very long dream a long time ago. In the dream, I left you in the ice jade coffin of the Miaoling Underground Palace. Afterwards, you were so desperate and lonely, until you died young... I am heartbroken! I don't want... I don't want you to be like that. Promise me, don't be like that. I have tried my best to come back, and I have spent all my time with you... Please don't be so lonely and desperate anymore... Okay?"
Emperor Shenwu hugged Lan Qingwu tightly with his arms, not wanting her to see the tears in his eyes at this moment. He kept responding, "Okay, okay, I agree to whatever you say. But Ruo Ruo, I'm very selfish and domineering. I still want... I still want you to accompany me. I know you're very sad, very sad, but... I can't bear to leave Ruo Ruo. Can you... can you accompany me a little longer? Our Xiao Qi is very picky. He said he must find a woman who shares his feelings before he is willing to marry. Our Yue Yue has just been engaged. You must see her go out and see her and her chosen husband live happily, right? Isn't that right? And Chu Ming is also very worrying. He is our first child. He has been the crown prince for so many years, and he is still very attached to his parents."
"And the peach blossoms in spring are so beautiful. We just agreed to listen to the sounds of falling flowers, the breeze, the dripping rain, the rustling snowflakes of the four seasons... and... have you forgotten? I followed your rules and finally accepted your proposal. I'm still waiting for the wedding you'll give me next..."
"Weak, we still have so many things to do. You won't have the heart to do this...you won't have the heart to do this...right?"
Lan Qingwu burst into tears. She stroked the Shenwu Emperor's cheek, feeling his slightly trembling body and the fear in his heart. She said almost inaudibly, "Yes! I still have a lot of things to do. I... I still want to be with you and see the children again!"
Emperor Shenwu hurriedly wiped Lan Qingwu's tears with his fingers: "Let's watch them together and finish those things together, okay? I will always be with you and will never leave your side again!"
Emperor Shenwu almost wanted to integrate Lan Qingwu into his own bones and blood so that they would never be separated again.
Nie Wushuang used medication for several days and finally managed to curb Lan Qingwu's escalating internal organ failure. She began to recuperate in bed again. But everyone knew that this time, Lan Qingwu's life had entered a countdown.
The Crown Prince had been in a very bad mood recently. He summoned the Grand Consort to the Dongde Palace and gave him a beating. Finally, his expression was icy, "I heard that you still don't want to marry a new wife? Could it be that you are still waiting for that commoner Zhou Chengqiong? Prince Jiang, the position of Crown Prince doesn't have to be yours. You, a man, have been waiting in vain for almost three years. If you agree, I will grant you a marriage. What do you think?"
The eldest son-in-law was sweating profusely. He knew that he had long been implicated by Princess Mingzhu. After the prince ascended the throne, he would no longer like him, let alone use him. He should have listened to his parents, divorced Mingzhu, and married a new wife. However, when he thought of Princess Mingzhu who was suffering in Xi'an Temple, he gritted his teeth and persevered for nearly three years. The urging of his parents at home and some secret hopes in his heart tortured him all the time. At this moment, the prince's pressure made him realize that he could no longer escape reality.
The prince consort begged: "Your Highness, can I wait a little longer..."
The Crown Prince said expressionlessly, "If you want to wait, it's not impossible, but do you think I'm discussing this with you right now? I'm granting you a marriage right now, and you're free to disobey! Then just wait and see what will happen to your parents and your family! By the way, I'll trouble you to personally inform Zhou Chengqiong... of your good news! And bring the divorce letter you've written, do you understand?"