Not long after dinner, Mo Xiuyao's face gradually became ugly. Ye Li quickly asked Shen Yang to come over. Shen Yang was silent for a long time and only said one word: endure! The side effects of using the Phoenix Tail Grass were incurable and could only be endured by himself.
"Li, go rest in the side hall." Seeing Ye Li's stiff face, Mo Xiuyao said softly. It would not look good when it flared up. He did not want to be too embarrassed in front of her and did not want to scare her. Ye Li calmly sat by his side and firmly said: "I'll accompany you, don't be afraid."
Don't be afraid … … Mo Xiuyao could not help but want to laugh, but his heart wanted to cry even more. Eight or nine years, countless times he was on the brink of death. Countless times he was in so much pain that he could not find a reason to continue living. No one had ever asked him if he was afraid or not. No matter how powerful the Dingguo Prince was, he was only a person. Moreover, when he was injured, he was only an eighteen year old youth. Of course he was afraid. Every time the cold poison flared up, he was afraid that he would never wake up again. He was afraid that the Dingguo household would be destroyed. He was afraid that no one would be able to avenge his brother, his own, and the tens of thousands of Mohist army soldiers. But he could not show his fear in front of anyone. He could only endure. But now, his Li, his wife, was sitting by his side and telling him not to be afraid … …
"Okay, don't be afraid." Holding Ye Li's hand, Mo Xiuyao said with a faint smile.
Ye Li almost did not want to think about how this day and night passed. In the beginning, Mo Xiuyao's pain was still bearable. She sat by his side and talked to him to distract him. But after midnight, the pain suddenly intensified. Even a tough person like Mo Xiuyao was in so much pain that his entire body was trembling. He could not even speak a complete sentence. Any pain-killing drugs or acupuncture needles would be completely ineffective. Ye Li could only watch as he tore the brocade quilt on the bed and pulled down the brocade canopy on the bed due to the intense pain.
Ye Li finally couldn't hold back her tears when she saw the usually calm and elegant man's painful and fragile appearance. She had never hated her own powerlessness so much. She vowed that she would accompany him through this pain, but in fact, there was nothing she could do except watch him and prevent him from seriously injuring himself.
In just one short night, Ye Li finally understood what it meant to drag on like a year. When Mo Xiuyao fainted from the prolonged pain, she could only carefully let him lean on her body. She didn't even dare to touch him. He could only hope that he would have a short break before the next wave of pain hit him.
As expected, less than an hour later, Mo Xiuyao woke up. What followed was an even more intense pain than before. This repeated fainting and waking up from pain and then fainting continued until noon the next day before it gradually subsided.
When Chief Steward Mo and Shen Yang opened the door after noon, they saw the mess in the room. Wang Fei was sitting on the ground next to the bed, her back leaning against the bed as she slept with an exhausted expression. In front of Wang Fei, the Prince's head was resting on Wang Fei's lap. Even though he was not sleeping well, it could be seen that he had already fallen asleep. The wounds on his body and hands had already been treated. Seeing this scene, the two men who were almost a hundred years old together couldn't help but sigh sadly. Shen Yang waved his hand and left the room with Chief Steward Mo.
Having just experienced a full moon, Mo Xiuyao was once again lying on the bed. This caused Ye Li, who was already worried about Mo Xiuyao's health, to feel even heavier in Ye Li's heart.
"Li, what are you thinking about?" Mo Xiuyao lay on the bed and smiled as he looked at Ye Li who was holding a book in a daze.
Ye Li raised her head to look at him and said with a frown, "Can your body travel thousands of miles to the Northern Militant Army?"
Mo Xiuyao smiled, "It's only one night a month. It's much better than before. If it was like last year, I'm afraid it really wouldn't work. Right now, my body is no different from a normal person's. Why can't it? "
Ye Li shook her head. This time, she had been by Mo Xiuyao's side the entire time. The process had been shocking to her. That kind of heart-wrenching pain was something that even someone like her who had undergone professional torture training would not be able to endure. Furthermore, Mo Xiuyao's body was not good to begin with. What was even more frightening was that he had to endure this kind of pain once a month. Just this kind of psychological shadow was enough to drive a person crazy. Looking at Ye Li's worried and distressed expression, Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly. He reached out and pulled Ye Li to his side and laughed softly, "I once thought that I would never be able to get up in this lifetime. But look at me now. Aren't I fine? So what if I have to suffer this pain once a month? I think it's worth it. Li, I hope that your husband is perfect. Only then can he be worthy of my Li … "Mo Xiuyao murmured as his slender fingers touched Ye Li's beautiful lips.
Ye Li turned her head away, not allowing herself to look at the wounds on his hand that had not yet healed. She held back the tears in her eyes and said, "Even if your leg can never recover, I will not despise you." Compared to those so called healthy young talents, Ye Li could confidently say that Mo Xiuyao was much more outstanding than any of them. She had never thought that Mo Xiuyao had to do anything to be worthy of her.
"I know, but I hope that Li Li has the best." Mo Xiuyao said with a gentle smile.
Ye Li was taken aback. She couldn't help but tear up, "What if you spoil her?"
Mo Xiuyao trapped her in his arms, "As long as Li Li wants it, as long as Xiuyao has it, I can give it to you. Even if I don't steal it, I will steal it for you."
The storm of the betrothal was forgotten by the Ding King's fu and the Northern Militant's embassy. The capital was still bustling and busy as usual. It was just that there was an additional name of the Ding Country's Wang Fei. Although the noblewomen secretly discussed with contempt and ridicule, who could deny that there was more envy and jealousy. Ye Li did not pay attention to the outside world. Every day, she just took care of the affairs of the Ding King's fu as usual. When she had time, she would secretly go out of the city to see the people in training. In the blink of an eye, it was already the day for the princess to set off.
The day before the departure, the husband and wife who were about to separate did not have time to be alone together. The secret study of the Ding King's fu was rarely full of people. When Mo Xiuyao stepped into the study with Ye Li, everyone was slightly taken aback before they hurriedly stood up to greet. Mo Xiuyao waved his hand and said, "There's no need for unnecessary formalities. Li, you know most of these people. You can also meet the rest." Ye Li calmly sat beside Mo Xiuyao and nodded with a smile. Looking around, she was familiar with the people present such as Chief Steward Mo, Feng San, Leng Haoyu and a few others. There were a few others that she did not recognize. She turned her head to look at Mo Xiuyao in confusion. Mo Xiuyao said with a faint smile, "This is General Zhang Qilan. He is in charge of the Mohist army near the capital. This is Sun Yan. He is the commander of the Black Cloud Cavalry. Mo Hua. " Mo Xiuyao introduced the two middle-aged men who looked extraordinary and called out a name in a low voice. A grey clothed man suddenly jumped down from the beam and respectfully bowed his head, "Prince Ding, Princess." Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li and smiled, "This is Mo Hua, the commander of the Shadow Guard." Ye Li nodded and smiled at the three people. These three people were the trusted aides who controlled the true power of the Ding King's fu. Especially Mo Hua. After entering the Prince Ding Mansion for more than a year, Ye Li naturally knew that those surnamed Mo in the Ding King's fu were the most trusted people of Mo Xiuyao. They were people who had been loyal to the Ding King's fu for generations when Mo Xiuyao was still alive.
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