Jun You Ji Fou

Chapter 82

Chu Mingyun paused in his actions, his hand on Su Shiyu's face. "Crazy? That might be good. Forget everything except me. It's better to keep him with me for a lifetime."

"Dream on." Du Yue didn't mince his words. "Tell me, what do we do when my cousin wakes up?"

"I don't know," Chu Mingyun replied, frowning deeply. "What can I do? If it comes to the point of no return, can you revive him from the dead?"

Du Yue fell silent, and in the end, he retrieved a small bottle from his sleeve, approached Su Shiyu's lips, and carefully fed him a bit. After checking his pulse again, he let go. "Alright, this should be fine. However, he might wake up early. It depends on him—four or five days, maybe half a month."

He lowered his head, adjusting his robe, and whispered, "I don't care about the court's affairs. I'll say it again; whether it's you or him in trouble, I'll help."

"If it reaches a life-or-death situation, can you really bring him back to life?" Chu Mingyun asked.

Du Yue glared at Chu Mingyun, "That's why I find you so annoying!" Without waiting for Chu Mingyun to respond, he stormed out, leaving the room in silence.

Chu Mingyun continued to gaze at Su Shiyu for a long while. Suddenly, he lay down beside him, reaching out to entangle a strand of Su Shiyu's black hair with one of his own. Chu Mingyun smiled silently, then embraced Su Shiyu, tightly and deeply, whispering in his ear, "Shiyu," he closed his eyes, "it's been a long time since I've held you like this."

The soothing scent of calming incense filled the air as he gently brushed against Su Shiyu's forehead, casting aside all troubles, and peacefully drifted into sleep.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Lu Qinghan placed a wooden comb on the table and glanced at herself in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she stood up, grabbed her wrapped sword, and walked out of the room.

Having stayed in Chang'an for a while and bid farewell to the emperor on the Lantern Festival night, it was time for her to embark on another journey. As she headed towards the study, contemplating her words, she hadn't even finished her well-thought-out reasoning with her father, Lu Shi, when he nodded.

"Alright, if you want to leave Chang'an, then go quickly. Prepare the horses; we'll leave the city soon," Lu Shi patted her shoulder with a somewhat serious expression.

Lu Qinghan, sensing something, asked anxiously, "What's happening, Father?"

"Sigh," Lu Shi sighed heavily, glancing outside, "it seems that Chang'an is about to undergo a major change. The three provinces around the capital are heavily guarded, and General Zhou Yi has entered Chang'an with his troops. The emperor is still unconscious, and even Lord Su's whereabouts are unknown. If you don't leave soon, you might not be able to."

Lu Qinghan's heart tightened. "What happened to the emperor?"

"He was poisoned before, and now he has fallen into a coma again. It doesn't bode well," Lu Shi looked deeply concerned.

"What about him now?"

"Ignore this matter. Lu Qinghan, you should leave Chang'an, go as far away as possible."

"What about you?" Lu Qinghan urged, "Father, come with your daughter. I have many friends in the martial world who can take care of you."

Lu Shi shook his head. "I am a high-ranking official of the court. As long as Chang'an still stands, I won't leave an inch."

Lu Qinghan dropped the bundle and sword in her hand. "If you don't go, Father, then your daughter won't go either."

"You're making trouble. Why stay in the capital?" Lu Shi's tone turned stern.

"I'll stay with you, guarding Chang'an and the emperor."

"Nonsense. In the court, there are still men left. You, a young girl, don't need to intervene. If you still see me as your father, don't worry about anything. Leave the mansion now!" Lu Shi commanded.

"Father!"

Lu Shi didn't say much more, grabbing her, he walked towards the door, instructing loudly, "Prepare the horses!"

The servant quickly brought the horses.

"I won't go. Father..." Lu Qinghan struggled to break free, but Lu Shi lifted her up onto the horse like when she was a young girl learning to ride for the first time, handing her the reins. "Play outside well. Don't worry about your father."

Tears welled up in Lu Qinghan's eyes, and she bit her lip, finally turning her head away.

"Go!" Lu Shi ordered, his eyes turning red.

The fast horse galloped out of the mansion, taking away the figure in red like fire. Lu Shi remained in his original position, gazing at the settled dust.

As Lu Shi had predicted, the streets were filled with soldiers in black armor. Lu Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then abruptly turned the horse's head, urging it towards the palace.

Night had fallen, and the sleeping chamber was silent.

The imperial physician who was left to watch over Li Yanzheng had checked his condition once again, increasingly puzzled. With hands behind his back, he paced around, lost in thought. The door gently creaked open, and a palace maid entered quietly. He turned to look, vaguely sensing that her appearance was somewhat unfamiliar, but he paid it no mind. "I'll check the medicine. You stay here and guard His Majesty."

The palace maid nodded silently. Only when the imperial physician hurriedly left did she cautiously approach, confirming that no one else would come. Hastily lifting the curtain, she approached the bed.

A gentle and refined young man lay there with closed eyes, breathing lightly, as if peacefully sleeping.

Lu Qinghan stared at him for a moment, then reached out to pulse him. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Hmm!" His pulse, although weak, was steady, showing almost no signs of poisoning. He remained unconscious.

Perplexed, Lu Qinghan helped him up, placed a hand on his back, and began channeling true energy, carefully adjusting his meridians. She concentrated on the task, sweating profusely. She didn't know how long it had been when Li Yanzheng's fingers trembled slightly. Incredibly delicate, Lu Qinghan immediately withdrew her hand, excitedly looking at him, but he still lay there unconscious, as if the earlier movement was just her imagination.

"If you don't wake up soon, the flowers in Jiangnan will bloom, and I won't be able to catch up," Lu Qinghan leaned on the bed, staring at him. Eventually, she couldn't help but mutter softly, "Hurry up and get better."