Su Yueming hurried forward, sat down next to him, and held the prince's hand tightly with both hands. His hand was very cold, and she could no longer feel the reassuring warmth she had before.
Her eyes heated up and she said, "It's me, Your Highness, it's me, I'm here."
"I heard that you are getting married to Murong Canghai, is this true?" The prince coughed twice and asked with difficulty. The light overflowing from his eyes looked particularly dim and sad.
Su Yueming held his hand tightly, lowered her head, pulled the quilt up for him, and said, "Your Highness just wants to recover from his injuries. When he is well, he can return to Dazhou."
The prince stared at her closely and asked, "What about you? Will you go with me?"
Su Yueming remained silent.
The prince sighed deeply and said -
"Yue'er, you have Murong Canghai in your heart, right?"
Su Yueming's hand paused slightly and said, "Your Highness, you are thinking too much."
The prince continued, "I once said that you don't need to make any sacrifices for me or for Dazhou. When they said you were going to marry Murong Canghai, I thought it must be me who dragged you down and you sacrificed it for me.
myself, but today it seems that is not entirely the case..."
He looked at Su Yueming, his clear eyes filled with intense frustration and grief, "When you walked in, I saw a brilliance in you that I had never seen before. This brilliance may be
Even you yourself have never noticed that this...was brought to you by Murong Canghai, right?"
"No, Your Highness, it's just your wild imagination. There is nothing wrong with that." Su Yueming categorically denied what the prince said, "Right now, I have nothing in my heart. I just hope that Your Highness can be healthy and return to the palace safely."
Week away."
The prince's heart felt as if it had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives and thrown into a red pan. He was experiencing purgatory-like pain and torture. With trembling hands, he gently stroked Su Yueming's face——
The girl he loved so much, he could detect even the smallest change in her.
"Cough cough cough..." He suddenly coughed violently, and his whole body was shaking violently. Su Yueming stood up quickly, gently stroked his back with her soft hands, and shouted urgently -
"Doctor, doctor, come here quickly!"
The doctors outside the door heard Su Yueming's shouts and hurried in with medicine boxes to give the prince injections and diagnose and treat him.
"Pfft!" The prince sat up abruptly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, immediately staining the sheets on his body red. The black-red blood droplets were shocking.
Su Yueming was stunned. Looking at the bright red blood, her heart hung tightly in the air.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." She sat on the bedside, hugged the prince tightly in her arms, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and called him, fearing that he would fall asleep like this.
"Doctor, how could this happen? How could this happen?" Su Yueming realized that the prince's condition was much more serious than she thought. She was so upset that she did not win over him to serve him.
"Princess, the remaining poison in Prince Zhou's body has not been cleared. If you want to save your life, you must remove the remaining poison. To remove the remaining poison, the dosage of medicine used will be long and large, which will damage the vitality of the body, so..."
The doctor explained from the side.
"What about now? Can he be saved?" Su Yueming asked in a tight voice.