A Nightmare
The news of Jing Yi's death quickly reached the imperial palace. When Qi Zhen heard it, he didn't react. He only waved his hand and ordered the Ministry of Justice to collect the corpse.
In the end, the corpse was intercepted by Jing Rong and secretly transported to the Dong River.
At the same time, the Emperor also issued an order, conferring Kong Shengyi the title of Duke of Jin 'an and Kong Qu the title of Great General of White Cavalry. With 200,000 troops under his command, he would continue to guard the Great Lin's borders.
Everything returned to normal.
…
Ji Yunshu didn't remember how long she slept, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of a battlefield filled with smoke. She was surrounded by pools of blood, armoured soldiers, and countless flags that were burned on the ground. White smoke filled the air, almost blurring her vision. She could only hear the sound of weapons clashing in the distance. She struggled to move forward, and when the white smoke gradually dissipated, she could clearly see the two people in front of her.
A man in armor, covered in blood, had his back to her. He raised a long sword and ruthlessly stabbed the man in front of him. The edge of the sword pierced deep into the flesh, blood dripping from the wound onto the ground. The man finally died in a pool of blood.
At that moment, Ji Yunshu's eyes widened in horror. She instinctively staggered back a few steps.
The man who was stabbed to death … was Mo Ruo!
His body was covered in wounds, and he died with his eyes wide open.
Then, who was the person who killed him?
When the man standing in front of Mo Ruo slowly turned around, the surrounding white smoke rose again, blocking her view. She could only try her best to open her eyes wide. The sense of curiosity and urgency caused her to involuntarily walk forward, until … that face gradually grew larger in front of her eyes.
That person …
"Huh?"
She abruptly sat up on the bed, sweating profusely. Her pale lips were parted as she panted.
When the scene in front of her became clearer, she suddenly realized that it was all a dream. She was lying on a large bed. What entered her eyes was the scattered gray bed drapes. Probably because the windows were open, the bed drapes were gently fluttering in the wind.
She twisted her neck, but it hurt so much that she reached out to touch it. Only then did she realize that her neck was wrapped in thick bandages.
She remembered … didn't she already become Jing Yi's sword soul?
She stretched out her ten fingers and gently curled them up a few times. It was so real.
Hmm?
A light breathing sound came from the bedside.
She turned her head to look and saw Wei Yi sleeping on the edge of the bed. His clear face was still warm, but he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Perhaps it was because of the heater in the room, but his face was red and hot. His long and thick eyelashes fluttered against his tightly shut eyes. Even though he was asleep, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
How many days has this silly boy been guarding me?
Ji Yunshu couldn't restrain herself. She reached out to touch his clean face, her eyes glistening with tears.
Perhaps because her hands were too cold, Wei Yi shuddered and opened his eyes.
"Shu 'er."
His voice was filled with emotions, choking, excitement, sadness … all sorts of emotions.
He sat up and grabbed her slender hand. His tightly furrowed eyebrows finally relaxed. His eyes met Ji Yunshu's gentle and ethereal gaze, and he didn't want to move away. The corners of his mouth gradually curved into a smile.
That kind of smile could make people forget all their sorrows and worries in an instant. Moreover, this kind of man was so handsome. With his back to the light, he looked like an angel.
Ji Yunshu carefully looked at him. Looking at his thin face, she couldn't help but tear up.
Wei Yi raised his hand and wiped away her tears. Then, he gently stroked the stray hair on her face and tucked it behind her ear. His well-defined fingers gently touched her forehead. His clear eyes were filled with tenderness.
He didn't say anything.
"Wei Yi, I'm sorry."
"What did Shu 'er do wrong?"
"If I didn't insist on keeping you in Jinjiang, you wouldn't have been taken away."
Wei Yi shook his head and gently said, "From the time Shu 'er went to Yufu until the day I saw you, it was a total of 64 days. 768 hours. Every day, I thought that maybe one day I would see you when I opened my eyes. You would tell me not to be afraid, just like before." The smile on his lips deepened. "Now, Shu 'er is here, and I am here. That's enough, isn't it?"
His words were clear and logical.
He didn't look like the fool he used to be!
Although Ji Yunshu was surprised that he had changed so much, she couldn't stop her tears from falling. She cupped his face and said, "Do you know? I'm so scared that I won't see you again. If that really happens, I won't be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life. Wei Yi, I swear that from now on, I won't let you leave me again. No matter what happens, I won't abandon you. "
"Then from now on, let me protect Shu 'er. I also swear that I won't leave you again." Although his voice still carried a hint of immaturity, his eyes were exceptionally resolute.
The pain in Ji Yunshu's heart slowly dissipated with his smile.
She got off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in white, her long hair scattered. Her delicate face was devoid of any color, but it wasn't deathly pale either. Her neck was wrapped in bandages, but there were faint traces of blood.
Wei Yi found a cloak and draped it over her.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Four days."
So long.
Suddenly …
"You're awake?"
Mo Ruo stood at the door with a bag of medicine in his hand. He walked in and patted Wei Yi's head. He passed the bag to him and said, "Brat, take this to the kitchen. Bring it back when it's done."
Wei Yi held the bag of medicine and read the words written on the yellow paper. He read it aloud, "Kui 3 qian, Yao 5 qian …"
Eh?
"You … know the word 'Yao'?" Mo Ruo was slightly surprised.
Wei Yi nodded. "I do. It's in 'Famous Artists', so I memorized it."
The next moment, Mo Ruo and Ji Yunshu looked at each other but didn't say anything.
Wei Yi carried the bag of medicine to the kitchen.
After he left …
"He's indeed gradually getting better. I believe that it won't be long before he returns to his normal state of mind." Mo Ruo said.
Ji Yunshu nodded, but her heart was filled with worry. It was indeed a good thing that Wei Yi was getting better, but his identity … was too sensitive!
Mo Ruo took her pulse.
"Mm, it's no longer a big problem. He just needs to rest and he'll recover."
"What about Jing Rong?" Ji Yunshu asked.
"You know that such a big thing happened, so he's naturally very busy. He hasn't had much rest these past few days, but he's been guarding your bedside every night. He's very worried."
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