C67

It had been two days since the rain stopped.

When Wen Yi returned to the infirmary, she said to her in a heavy tone, "Come with me to the Duke Palace. It's not good to be modest now."

Wen Yi's heart thumped in her chest, yet she still pretended to be calm as she asked Zhuge Ming, "Is his injury still not healed?"

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "No, his injuries have mostly healed, but his legs are a little numb, so he can't use much strength."

Wen Yi knew that the circulation of his blood was not going well. After a moment of silence, she picked up the medicine box and said: "Let's go!"

Today was a sunny day. The sun was shining brightly. The world had been washed clean, and the air had become pure.

Wen Yi entered Song Yunqian's room and sat on the grandmaster's chair. He had a green stubble on her chin, her face was pale white, and her eyes were sharp.

When he saw Wen Yi, he nodded slightly, "You're here!"

Wen Yi suddenly felt a lump in her throat, she replied, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

"There's no need to be so polite!" He waved his hand and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared. In its place was a hint of impatience. "Show This King how his feet are."

Wen Yi walked over to him and stood in front of him. She smelt the scent of his body, as if she was from another world.

Once, on such a sunny day, in this room, she had brought him a wheelchair, and he had held her and kissed her, and it had been beautiful and cozy.

Tears were falling silently. She tried her best to hold back her tears as she squatted down and pulled up his pants. Just as she did, her hands became stiff. His legs were no longer as smooth as they were three years ago. One scar after another covered his legs. It was so hideous, so terrifying, so shocking.

"Wounded on the battlefield?" Her voice had actually choked, but it was also the sound of her exerting all her strength to suppress the fear and pain in her heart.

Song Yunqian said indifferently, "This king cut his own legs. These legs, killed the woman this king loves the most!"

Wen Yi was stunned. A strong wave of grief and anger that could overturn mountains and seas struck her, and she suddenly stood up and slapped him across the face. Tears rolled down her face as she screamed at him like a madman, "Are you crazy?"

A trace of anger flashed across Song Yunqian's eyes, and he quickly used his cold gaze to lock onto her. Seeing the tears in her eyes and the pain in her eyes, he was stunned. He didn't ask, just watched her with his dark eyes.

Wen Yi's chest felt like it was about to explode. She really wanted to throw herself at him and beat him up ruthlessly. She opened her mouth, turned around and ran away.

The instant she turned around, she clearly saw Zhuge Ming's pale face.

She couldn't care about all this, couldn't care about her identity being discovered, couldn't face his wounds, couldn't face the way he treated her.

Finally, she suddenly understood why he had thought she was so angry when she had injured herself.

Song Yunqian's face suddenly paled. He stood up and quickly chased after his.

Although his legs could not exert too much strength, he still used his inner force to lift his legs and quickly caught up with Wen Yi.

He pulled Wen Yi's hand and turned her shoulders, his eyes meeting her tears. Wen Yi wiped her tears away and turned her face away from her.

Song Yunqian asked her with a trace of caution and fear, "What is your name?"

Wen Yi bit her lips and did not say anything. Just as her tears wiped them away, they continued to fall. She looked at the plate of Sword Orchid leaves at the bottom of the corridor.

He reached out to wipe away her tears and asked in a trembling voice, "Can you tell me your name?"

She suddenly raised her head to look at him. It was unknown if it was because of the cold or the pain in her heart, but her entire body was trembling and even her teeth were chattering.

It was as if a thunderclap had suddenly sounded out under the clear sky, striking right into Song Yunqian's mind. He looked at her in a daze. In his memory, a woman smiled and said, "My name is Wen Yi!"

The girl's appearance was deeply engraved in his heart, but what was even deeper than that was her words.

You mean Wen Yi?" He asked her in a daze, "Your name is Wen Yi? Or are you just being warm? " His heart seemed to leap out of his chest. He felt his mind go blank, as if there was a sliver of happiness in front of his eyes. He could hold it in her hand, but he was afraid to reach out and grasp it.

Trembling, he reached for his waist where an incomparably sharp dagger hung. He took the dagger out and suddenly bent down to cut his own leg. Blood flowed out and dyed his jade white pants red.

His movements were so fast that no one around him was prepared for it. By the time they managed to react, blood was already gushing out from his mouth.

Wen Yi covered her mouth and retreated a step, her eyes filled with fear and tears.

A voice rang beside her ears. It was Zhuge Ming's voice, and he said, "Whenever his heart hurts so much that he can't take it, he will do the same thing."

Wen Yi shook his head, closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them. She shook his head again and painfully said, "I am not Wen Yi, I am not Wen Yi …" She felt a sweet taste in her throat as she spat out a mouthful of blood. Then her vision darkened and she quietly slipped away.

"Ah …" It was as if the scene from three years ago had happened before his eyes once again. He could not accept it, and could not accept that Wen Yi had died in front of him once again.

He stabbed the dagger deep into his chest. He knew that this was the only time he would ever feel pain again.

Wen Yi came back to her senses from his screams and she opened her eyes to see a scene that made her heart break. She did not know that the scene of her death in his arms three years ago had already become a nightmare for him, a pain that he would never dare to touch in his entire life.

Her body was cold, her mind blank, her heart aching so that she couldn't breathe.

She did not know how to return to Zhi Yi Lu, she only knew that someone was supporting her, and followed closely behind the person carrying Song Yunqian. She was in a panic, as if all the strength in her body had been sucked out, and her feet felt like they were stepping on cotton.

In the end, she had been rescued. She sat in front of the bed in a daze. Someone was whispering in her ear. She turned a deaf ear and only looked at the person on the bed with those pained eyes.

After a long, long time, her vision turned black.

She had a very terrifying dream. In her dream, she saw Song Yunqian's entire body covered in blood, looking at her with those silly eyes, then, he suddenly picked up a dagger and pierced his own heart, spraying blood on her face. The warm and viscous breath made her feel like she was suffocating.

Someone kept calling out in her ear, "Princess, Princess..."

She suddenly opened her eyes and what entered them was the sorrowful and joyous eyes of the mama.

The scene in the courtyard of the Zhi Yi Lu was seen by the servants of the Zhi Yi Lu. Both the mama and Xiao Ju knew that the Duke had once given the Royal Concubine a name, Wen Yi. Therefore, when she said her name was Wen Yi, mama and the others were all stunned.

Only the two of them knew of this Wen Yi's name, and not even Xiao Qing. Thus, in the room today, there were only the mama and Xiao Ju.

Wen Yi suddenly sat up and pulled mama's hand, and asked anxiously: "How is the Prince?"

The mama comforted her softly, "Don't worry Princess, the Prince is fine. The Doctor Zhuge said that he has passed through the dangerous period."

Wen Yi got off the bed and put on her shoes, "I want to go see him!"

mama suddenly pulled her hand and cried, "Princess, it's good that you're back. In these past three years, I nearly cried my eyes out!"

Wen Yi's heart softened. She looked at mama's white hair and eyes that were filled with wrinkles and felt extremely uncomfortable. Xiao Ju also went forward and hugged Wen Yi as she cried loudly, saying, "Xiao Ju is not afraid, regardless of whether she is a ghost or a human, Xiao Ju is not afraid.

Wen Yi hugged Xiao Ju, and said: "Don't cry, since you're happy that I've returned, you should laugh for me, don't cry."

This sentence was equivalent to her admitting it. Seeing that the mama still had more questions, she said: "I will tell you guys slowly in the future, but, I want to go see him now."

The mama understood and said, "Alright, I'll accompany you there then."

Wen Yi raised his head to look at her, and said: "mama, you better not call me Princess. The people outside all said that I am already dead.

The mama laughed with tears in his eyes and said: "Look at how muddle-headed I am. Good, good.

Wen Yi acknowledged, and without waiting for mama, she rushed outside.

She was familiar with the Zhi Yi Lu, and this place had not changed at all from three years ago. Just now, she was staying in the west wing of the house.

Aside from the few people in Zhi Yi Lu who saw what happened in Zhi Yi Lu today, they did not know about what happened in the outside world. Zhuge Ming ordered for the information to be sealed, so even the imperial doctors did not know that Song Yunqian had gotten injured once again. Naturally, the Imperial Concubine Rou did not know either.

Zhuge Ming sat by the side of the Eight Immortals Table in his room. He held a cup of hot water in his hands and continuously swirled the cups in his hands, showing his uneasiness.

Seeing Wen Yi coming in, he looked at him and paused for a moment. Then, he slowly said: "You're here!"

Wen Yi nodded, she looked at Song Yunqian who was on the bed, he had not woken up yet, his face was pale white, her lips were bloodless, her eyes were closed, her eyebrows knitted together, and the stubble on her chin became even more obvious. She asked, "How is he?"

Zhuge Ming said: "Just like before, I will get better."

Wen Yi sat on a stool beside the Eight Immortals Table, looking at Zhuge Ming. She knew that she couldn't hide her identity anymore in front of Zhuge Ming, so she stopped speaking those ambiguous words.

Zhuge Ming looked at her, his refined face carrying a trace of ridicule, "Bitter? He once said that his heart was burned to ashes with you when you died. How could a person without a heart feel pain? "

Wen Yi's face revealed a bitter expression, and muttered: "I never thought that he would lead such a life."

"Back then, you shouldn't have hurt yourself to save him. You died to save him, do you think he could still be alive like a normal person?"

Wen Yi was stunned, her expression slowly became serious as she said: "Even if I don't test my body, I will still die, I did not die to save him." She and Yang Luoyi's bodies could not fit together, and death was only a matter of time. However, Song Yunqian thought that she died completely because she saved him. It was also because of this that he felt so pained and guilty for the past three years.