Chapter 946
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"…"
Hearing their conversation, Yan Fan's hands and feet turned cold. His heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom, and his dark blue eyes completely lost focus for a moment.
His brain's rationality completely fell apart at that moment.
On the way here, he had imagined the worst possibility, but he couldn't accept any of it and didn't dare to imagine it.
How could this be …
The body's honesty and reaction were always faster than the brain. Yan Fan didn't even have time to think as his feet automatically stepped in.
The distance from the door to the girl's bed was the longest distance Yan Fan had ever walked in his life.
The moment Yan Fan rushed in, the housekeeper reacted. She thought it was an assassin and immediately shouted, "Someone! Someone come quickly! There's an assassin! "
With that, the housekeeper rushed in to stop Yan Fan.
When the old abbot saw this, he reached out to stop the housekeeper.
The old abbot put his palms together. "Amitabha. Benefactor, you don't have to panic. That was my beloved disciple, not an assassin."
The housekeeper was stunned and looked again. There was indeed one person missing from the three of them.
"What's wrong with that master? Why is he so panicked?" The way he rushed in just now seemed to be very worried about her Highness.
But that beautiful master, she didn't seem to have seen him by Her Highness' side before.
The old abbot's eyes were deep, but there was clarity in his turbid eyes.
He looked at the stiff figure behind the screen in the room and sighed. "Amitabha. Fate comes and goes. Heaven and earth have their own destiny. Benefactor, may I ask when we can recite the scriptures and pray? "
…
Yan Fan was frozen in place as he stared blankly at the girl lying on the bed without any signs of life.
Her face was pale, and her tea-colored eyes that used to be smiling and teasing were now tightly shut. There was no trace of blood on her lips, and they were very pale.
She seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Her body was originally very petite, but now it felt like she was only skin and bones.
Yan Fan wanted to lift his foot, but he realized that he didn't dare to take a step forward.
"Is this Master Yan Fan?"
It was unknown when the steward appeared behind Yan Fan. The steward said, "Please follow me. The abbot and Master Daozhen have begun to chant sutras and pray for Your Highness."
Yan Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse. "… Okay."
Sandalwood incense was burning in the room, and the clear knocking sound of the wooden fish could be heard in the silent room. The Buddhist scriptures in a low voice were like the sound of ancient camel bells, soothing the impatience in people's hearts.
On the second day after the chanting, the Empress came.
The Empress was dressed in plain clothes, and she looked exhausted and haggard.
She looked at the unconscious girl on the bed and asked the housekeeper beside her, "Is there no sign of her waking up?"
"No." The butler shook his head regretfully.
The Empress closed her eyes and said coldly, "Let the imperial physician treat him! The people in Zhen's palace are not a bunch of trash! If you can't cure the Third Princess, bring your head to me! Also, from today onwards, issue an imperial notice to summon skilled doctors. If they can cure the Third Princess, I will reward them handsomely! "
The butler replied, "Yes."
Before the Empress left, she glanced at the abbot and the other two who were praying devoutly on the other side. When she suddenly glanced at Yan Fan, her eyes suddenly froze, and then she narrowed her long eyes.
"And the three of you! Pray for the Third Princess sincerely. If the Third Princess doesn't wake up, you are not allowed to stop! "
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