In the deepest courtyard of the governor's manor, Feng Zhiyao was restlessly pacing back and forth in his room. Looking at Shen Yang who was sitting by the bed taking his pulse, he asked irritably, "Mr. Shen, when will the Prince wake up?" Ever since that day when he came down from the mountain, Mo Xiuyao's body, which was not healthy to begin with, could not take the stress and fatigue of the past few days. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and fell off the back of the horse. From then on, he did not wake up. But the people searching for the wangfei did not dare to stop. Feng Zhiyao sent out tens of thousands of people every day to follow the river downstream and even upstream to search. But after seven or eight days, there was still no news. Feng Zhiyao knew in his heart that there really was no hope. Shen Yang turned his head to look at him and shook his head. Feng Zhiyao rushed forward and grabbed him, "What do you mean by shaking your head?" Shen Yang said, "When the Prince will wake up, it is not up to me to decide." Feng Zhiyao laughed dryly, "What do you mean? You're not telling me that the Prince doesn't want to live anymore? "
Shen Yang shook his head, "That's not it. If the Prince really wants to die, then he does not deserve to be Mo Liufang's son. What I'm saying is that the Prince's body does not allow him to wake up. The poison in his body has not been cleared, his body is weak and he has been sick for a long time. Now he has reached an extremely dangerous point. Once His Highness wakes up, he will definitely be enraged. There is no need for him to think of anything. His body will completely collapse. "Feng Zhiyao did not care about his demeanor. He angrily grabbed his hair and said," Then what should we do now? I can hold on for two or three days, ten days to half a month. If the Prince does not wake up after a long time, what will we do? What will the Mohist army do? What will the northwest do? "Shen Yang rolled his eyes and expressionlessly said," I am a doctor. If you ask me, who will I ask? "
"Mo Xiuyao hasn't woken up yet?" Han Mingxi walked in with a solemn expression, glancing at the person on the bed.
Feng Zhiyao frowned and looked at him. "Young Master Han, please conduct yourself with dignity." Han Mingxi sneered. "Conduct myself with dignity? Respect my ass! When something happened to Li Li, he just lay in bed and pretended to be dead? Get out of the way … "Feng Zhiyao stood in front of him and said in a low voice," Young Master Han, I respect you as a good friend of the Princess Consort and will give you some leeway. Don't be ungrateful! "Han Mingxi was so angry that he laughed," You still remember your Princess Consort … How rare. Mo Xiuyao, if you can still breathe, then get up for me! Jun Wei is truly unlucky to have met you. " Feng Zhiyao still wanted to speak, but he was stopped by Shen Yang who was standing to the side. Shen Yang shook his head and signaled to Feng Zhiyao to stand to the side and not interfere.
Han Mingxi snorted and walked to the side of the bed to look down at the man whose face was as white as paper. No matter how he looked at him, he was not pleasing to the eye. If it wasn't for this man, would Jun Wei, a young lady from a noble family, need to risk her life on the battlefield? Would she need to be forced to the point where she couldn't even properly recover after being pregnant? All of this was caused by Mo Xiuyao's incompetence!
"You continue to sleep! Sleep until you die. This Young Master will take revenge for Jun Wei. Humph! Coward, idiot, trash … "
Feng Zhiyao stared dumbfoundedly at Han Mingyue who used all the curses he knew to scold Mo Xiuyao from the beginning to the end without any pause. Feng Zhiyao's expression was stiff and he didn't know how to react. Heavens above, no one had scolded the Prince of Ding Country since the establishment of the Ding Country's Royal Residence. It seemed that he had finally vented the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for the past few days. Han Mingxi's complexion was obviously much better. He cast a glance at Mo Xiuyao and snorted, "If you want to play dead, then continue to play dead. This Young Master won't serve you anymore!" After that, he left like a gust of wind. Feng Zhiyao blinked his eyes and looked at Shen Yang with empty eyes. Shen Yang looked at the person on the bed, shook his head and turned to leave.
Early in the morning, Feng Zhiyao was anxiously called by the guards to Mo Xiuyao's courtyard. There was no other reason. When the guards who served the Prince in the morning entered the door, they discovered that the person who was supposed to be unconscious on the bed had disappeared. Under the protection of hundreds of Shadow Guards and the protection of hundreds of thousands of Mohist army inside and outside the city, the Prince had actually disappeared without a trace. This made everyone panic. Rushing into the courtyard, Feng Zhiyao couldn't care about anything else as he kicked open the half-closed door and rushed in. However, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
In the room where the Prince had supposedly disappeared, the bed was still empty. But there was a thin and tall figure standing by the window in the side hall. What shocked Feng Zhiyao was the blinding white hair behind the figure. "Prince … … Prince?" Coming back to his senses, Feng Zhiyao shouted towards the door. "Invite Mister Shen over!" Mo Xiuyao turned his head and looked at the person in front of him. Feng Zhiyao felt his heart ache. The silver hair casually fell around Mo Xiuyao's neck and made the already thin person appear even thinner and paler. But his mental state seemed to be unusually good. He did not have the situation that Shen Yang had predicted would cause his body to break down due to his rage. In Feng Zhiyao's view, his body seemed to be much better than before Wang Fei's accident. However, there was now a sharp glint in his eyes, which were originally warm and cold. Feng Zhiyao couldn't help but think of the blood-quenching knife light. It seemed that there was a terrifying beast hidden under that calmness. If one day it broke out … … Feng Zhiyao's heart trembled and he didn't dare to think further. "Prince … … Prince, are you alright?"
The corners of Mo Xiuyao's lips lifted slightly, but Feng Zhiyao couldn't feel the slightest hint of a smile. He only heard him ask coolly, "How many days have I slept?"
Feng Zhiyao's heart trembled. "Nine days."
"Is there any news of Li?"
Feng Zhiyao lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Wang Fei … … has great fortune, she will definitely turn misfortune into fortune."
"Then it is useless … …" Mo Xiuyao said coolly. "Great fortune … … turn misfortune into fortune? I do not believe in ghosts or gods, and do not pray to the heavens. If she dies, I will turn this world into a purgatory, and use the mountains and rivers as a sacrifice for her! "
Feng Zhiyao's heart shook and he shook his head in defeat. If Mo Xiuyao was mad, depressed, or grieving, what could he say to comfort him? But facing the man who calmly said such shocking words, he could not say anything. He did not know what to say, or rather, he did not dare.
The room was silent. After a long time, Mo Xiuyao said, "Tell I about Li Li." Feng Zhiyao didn't know what to say, but he had no choice but to say it. Thus, he recounted everything that had happened since Mo Xiuyao left. He recalled everything that had happened in detail. When he could not avoid mentioning the child that was almost two months old, Feng Zhiyao silently glanced at the silver-haired man by the window. Other than seeing his hand tightly gripping the window frame in front of him, there was not a ripple on his calm face.
Shen Yang hurriedly came in with a medicine box. Feng Zhiyao immediately closed his mouth and moved to the side of the door. Shen Yang stood at the door and stilled when he saw the person by the window. It was clear that the situation in front of him was not within his expectations. It was not that a person's hair turned white overnight had not been recorded before, but to see it with his own eyes was another matter. On the other hand, Shen Yang somewhat understood why Mo Xiuyao could stand on his own after waking up so quickly, and not lie in bed with an even weaker body. The anger, resentment, pain, and grief in his heart did not leave even when he was unconscious, which was why his hair turned white. But in the end, it was released. As long as Prince Ding did not overindulge his temper and emotions, he was temporarily safe. As long as there was time, he would find a way to completely cure him. Thinking of this, Shen Yang let out a sigh of relief. He walked forward and said in a low voice, "Prince, please allow this one to take your pulse."
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