Chapter 35: Awakening from a Dream (3)

The sky was faintly glowing with the light of day.

"Even you are helpless——"

After hearing what Wang Ye said, Zhao Ziheng felt very frustrated and lost. If he had known this would happen, he should not have held such high hopes. He would not feel so disappointed now, right?

"I'm so sorry—"

"No, you don't have to mind it. Shu'er's situation is different. I shouldn't have had too much hope—"

Wang Ye saw Zhao Ziheng's loss. Although they had not been together for a long time, he knew better than anyone that Yinyin was irreplaceable in Zhao Ziheng's heart, and even more important than his own life...

"But now the 'Flame Flower' and 'Ice Grass' are useless. What should we do now? Even with you and Xue Han, two famous doctors, how can we wake her up——"

Whenever Zhao Ziheng thought of Yinyin's condition, he felt distressed. He had tried all the other methods. What should he do? Yinyin was not a vegetable. She was like a living dead. How could Zhao Ziheng not feel distressed when Yinyin became like this?

"At least the 'Fire Soul Jade' can still protect her and let her continue to live. As long as she lives, there will definitely be a way -"

"Solution? What solution? Will it take a year? Two years? Or ten years to find a way to save her?"

Zhao Ziheng smiled bitterly. He had been suppressed for too long. Too many things had happened . He couldn't even find his original direction. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do this. Yinyin was still alive but she was living a life worse than death. Was it really good for her to continue like this? Zhao Ziheng couldn't help thinking. His emotions were aroused again, causing pain in his chest. He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands...

“Ahem, ahem—”

This time the cough was more violent than before, Wang Ye hurried forward: "Brother Li?"

“Ahem—”

The violent cough and the red liquid flowing out of his fingertips made Wang Ye stunned. He had seen the paleness on Zhao Ziheng's face with the help of the dim candlelight, and thought it was an illusion. Unexpectedly, his guess was right. He hurriedly patted Zhao Ziheng's back to help him relieve it. "Calm down, calm down first, don't think about anything anymore-- "

"Ahem, Shu, Shu'er, ahem—"

The pain he felt when he thought of Yin Yin made Zhao Ziheng suffer even more.

"I said stop thinking about it and calm down first—"

Wang Ye was a doctor after all, and he could tell what was wrong with Zhao Ziheng, but Zhao Ziheng refused to listen. In order to prevent Zhao Ziheng's mood from getting worse, Wang Ye took out a silver needle and pierced the acupuncture point on his neck. Then Zhao Ziheng lost consciousness...

"How long are you going to torture yourself?"

Looking at Zhao Ziheng sleeping in his arms, Wang Ye felt bitter and sad.

【Heyue Inn】.

Feng Qinghan and the others had already returned to the inn. Feng Qinghan, who had just returned, received the latest intelligence...

"It seems that we have arrived earlier than you expected, Canfeng—"

"yes!"

Feng Qinghan ate the finest delicacies leisurely while drinking.

“I wonder if there will be another chance for me to drink with him?”

Feng Qinghan drank the wine in one gulp as he spoke.

"Sir, what should we do about that?"

"Reply to them and I'll talk to them after I have my fun."

"This, I'm afraid, he will be very angry?"

"So what?"

Feng Qinghan's answer made Canfeng swallow his breath. It didn't matter how angry others were, but if he annoyed the , I was afraid that no matter who he was, he would have already done it.

"But don't you feel that you have stayed here for too long? There are still a lot of things in Qingfeng Palace waiting for you to go back and deal with them in person. Canyun should have sent many letters begging you to go back, right?"

"Canfeng, don't you think you're meddling too much? Isn't it enough for Qingfeng Palace to have Canyun alone? Did he ask me to go back just to increase his workload?"

Canfeng felt a chill down his spine: "...I am sorry for being too talkative, please forgive me, sir!"

How could I forget that Feng Qinghan is such a person? Even if I ask him to go back, it will only increase my burden. He is a leader but he is idle all day long, doing nothing and leaving all the things to others.

"I will go back when I want to. Canyun is such a worrier—"

"He's just worried about the young master."

"That's unnecessary. Do you think I'll be in any danger?"

Canfeng remained silent and didn't dare to say anything. He couldn't possibly say that he was afraid that he was "overworking himself". Based on their understanding of Feng Qinghan, how could he ever not want a woman?

"By the way, Feng Yan, from now on you don't need to find someone to sleep with me."

"Well?"

"Huh?"

Feng Yan and Can Feng were both stunned. Did they hear something wrong? It seemed like they heard something incredible?

"Why, didn't you hear?"

"No, Master, what did you just say?"

"I said I don't need to find someone to sleep with anymore—"

After hearing Feng Qinghan repeating it again and again, Feng Yan and Can Feng were completely stunned...

"Young Master——"

"What's up?"

"Are you... okay?"

Canfeng seemed to want to say something, but seemed to change the subject midway.

"You saw it, what can happen to me?"

Kuifeng Qinghan has been smart all his life, but this time he didn't understand the meaning of Canfeng's words. However, it didn't matter if he didn't know.

"Yes, I understand!"

At this moment, Feng Yan also came back to his senses and answered as usual.

"Dancing girl, Zhang Yinyin——"

After shouting a few words, Feng Qinghan drank the wine in Feng Yan's cup with a rare gentle smile in his eyes. Canfeng and Feng Yan looked at each other, and then looked at Feng Qinghan who seemed to be in a good mood, with only doubts...

During the morning court session at the time of Chen.

"Your Majesty, I heard that an envoy from the State of Zhao arrived last night. Is this true?"

"Um!"

Zhou Cheng's answer immediately caused an uproar in the audience. This was the first topic of the morning court and also the most eye-catching topic.

"What are they here for?"

"Nothing, it's too late, so I arranged for them to rest first--"

Zhao Ziheng downplayed the purpose of his visit. In fact, he didn't want to hide it deliberately, but he just didn't want to say more.

"But, didn't I hear that he talked with the emperor for a long time before leaving?"

"so what?"

"No, nothing, nothing—"

Zhou Cheng had no intention of saying it, so how could his subjects dare to continue asking?

"What else?"