Chapter 233
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After Yun Ruoyue gave Chu Xuanchen an IV drip, she waited for another incense stick to burn and found that he still hadn't woken up.
She reached out to touch his forehead and found that his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Even though he was unconscious, he was still frowning. He must have something on his mind.
Suddenly, his lips moved and his face was soaked with cold sweat. "Imperial Father, don't die. Don't leave me …"
"Prince, you're awake?" Yun Ruoyue hurried forward and grabbed his hand.
Chu Xuanchen's hand was so cold that it felt cold.
After hearing Su Changxiao's words, Yun Ruoyue also felt that the hall was a bit cold. She had already ordered people to heat the floor. But even though the temperature in the bedchamber had risen, Chu Xuanchen's hand was still as cold as ice. This was not a good sign.
Mo Zhu and Fung also came forward.
Mo Zhu said, "Prince, wake up, wake up."
However, Chu Xuanchen didn't wake up. He closed his eyes and said with a panicked expression, "Imperial Mother, don't kill my imperial mother. Ah!"
Finally, he cried out in pain. Then, his head tilted and he fainted again.
"Prince." The three of them cried out in alarm.
Mo Li's eyes immediately turned red. "Princess, when this subordinate fought with Prince, he often had nightmares like this in his tent. That year, the previous emperors were killed one after another, leaving him with a serious psychological shadow. That's why he has never had a good night's sleep. He's so pitiful. It wasn't easy for him to wake up, but why did he faint again?"
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Yun Ruoyue was shocked.
She didn't expect that the sins of Hongyuan Emperor and Yun Xiang would leave Chu Xuanchen with such a deep psychological shadow.
She held his hand tightly and said, "He fainted because he didn't have the willpower. He didn't have the will to live. He despaired of life and didn't want to wake up."
"Why? His Highness has always wanted to avenge the previous Emperors and has been working hard all these years. He has always harbored hatred in his heart and has never given up. How could he not have the will to live? "Mo Zhu asked.
Yun Ruoyue sighed. "You don't understand. The stronger a person is, the more fragile his heart is. Especially when he has so much hatred and pressure. Do you know how difficult it is to overthrow a dynasty and take revenge on the emperor? He was not facing just one enemy, but tens of thousands of enemies, so he was under a lot of pressure. Don't be fooled by his strong appearance. In fact, his heart couldn't hold on any longer. If there was no hope of revenge, his willpower would be even weaker. He thought that it would be better for him to follow his parents, so he didn't have the will to live. "
In that case, Chu Xuanchen was quite pitiful.
He carried too much hatred on his shoulders, and it was too heavy. It was normal for him to not be able to hold on.
Not many people could persevere in this kind of matter.
Especially when his opponents were getting stronger with each passing day. When he saw that there was no hope of revenge, he would become more and more anxious, sad, and depressed. That was why he lost his will to fight.
Mo Zhu's eyes were filled with tears. "Actually, His Highness doesn't have to take revenge. Why bother taking revenge? It would be better for him to find a paradise, conceal his identity, and live a comfortable life. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Not take revenge? How can he not take revenge? He has the responsibility of the country and the responsibility of avenging my parents. He hasn't taken revenge yet, so how can he give up? He can't give up. "At this time, a cold female voice suddenly came from outside the hall.
The three of them turned around to see Princess Royal coldly walking in.
Fortunately, there was no one else in the hall. Otherwise, if someone else heard these words, it would be too dangerous.
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