Chapter 120: Double Soul Devouring Gu (5)
"Before, I thought he was very strong. He could do without anyone except his other half. And for him, he really could do without anyone. But now it seems that is not the case." Zhao Ziyu said.
"Well, we have given him too many burdens and never thought about how he managed to bear them. Without our support, how long can he last? Or how will he sacrifice himself? He is a good monarch. If it were him, peace in the world would be a piece of cake." Wang Ye echoed.
"But, just for this, he sacrificed himself. As a man and lover, he did far from enough. Although he was loyal and the people he loved would be very happy, he could not escape the fact that he owed her. As the saying goes, a man's ambition is to go far and wide. I have never denied this. However, when I really faced it and realized it, I realized that it was not everything. For a normal person, having the other half of his life is complete."
Considering it from an ordinary person's perspective, Zhao Ziyin knew very well how much Zhao Ziheng had paid, and how he was forced to give up the happiness that was within his reach because of his duties as a king; no one in the world has the right to deprive or prevent a person from pursuing his own happiness, and Zhao Ziheng is no exception, but he chose the most painful path; speaking solely of emotions, Zhao Ziyin was still not sure what it meant, or what he could change, but whenever he faced Zhao Ziheng, he would always feel the pain as if he were experiencing it himself, and then vaguely realized that he was aware of something as well.
"That's why I don't know how to face it. He has every right to choose and every right to be happy, but he chose the most painful way. And this way requires time the most. Isn't that enough? At least at this time, we should help him fulfill his last wish, right? Even if it's only for a short time, no one can be so selfish as to use his last life to ruthlessly kill him."
Wang Ye's tone was filled with sadness. Many things were inevitable. He had to fight for them. He asked for too much and could not be ruthless. Wang Ye's only miscalculation was probably that he underestimated Zhao Ziheng's feelings for Yin Yin, which made the situation worse. If time could go back, would he still insist that Zhao Ziheng embark on the path of becoming a king? Wang Ye was not sure. If they had not met or known each other, would everything be different?
"Brother Ye——"
Just as Wang Ye was lost in thought, Xiuying's shouting woke him up. Wang Ye and Zhao Ziyin looked towards the source of the sound at the same time, only to see Xiuying running towards them with an anxious look on her face. The moment Wang Ye saw Xiuying's expression, his heart suddenly tightened, and he asked without waiting for Xiuying to run over: "Did something happen to the emperor?"
Xiuying ran to them just as Wang Ye finished asking, panting, looking panicked, and said while gasping for breath: "Your Majesty, he, he——"
Xiuying's words were unclear due to her shortness of breath and panic, but before she could finish, Wang Ye had already passed her and ran in her direction. Zhao Ziyin hurriedly followed without saying a word. After taking a breath for a moment, Xiuying also hurriedly followed behind him...
Wang Ye was very fast and arrived at Zhao Ziheng's bedroom in a short while. As soon as he arrived there, he saw Zhao Ziheng lying on his side, supporting his body with one hand and covering his chest with the other, spitting blood on the ground. The palace maid beside him was terrified and was at a loss to support him. There was already a pool of blood on the ground beside the bed.
"emperor!!"
Wang Ye ran towards Zhao Ziheng without hesitation. Zhao Ziheng's face was pale and bloodless. He had just finished vomiting and then fell down exhausted. There was still black blood on his lips. Wang Ye hurriedly lifted Zhao Ziheng's hand and began to feel his pulse. At this time, Zhao Ziyin also came over. Seeing this, he didn't know what to say and could only wait anxiously.
After taking the pulse, Wang Ye immediately opened Zhao Ziheng's clothes, only to see that the white cloth on his chest had been soaked with blood and turned black. Zhao Ziyin's heart was immediately in the air. It's not that he had never seen Zhao Ziheng's wound before, but this was the first time he had seen it. What did the black blood represent? Zhao Ziyin couldn't imagine it. Then Wang Ye quickly and neatly uncovered the white cloth. The palace maid beside him had already panicked and stood aside at a loss. Xiuying, who had followed Zhao Ziyin back, almost subconsciously took action when Wang Ye untied the white cloth that Zhao Ziheng had bandaged his wound, and brought medicine and new white cloth.
"Go, get some hot water."
“Yes, yes!!”
Xiuying hurriedly gave instructions to the palace maid beside her, and the palace maid obeyed nervously and left in a hurry.
When Zhao Ziheng's wound was exposed to the air, Wang Ye, Zhao Ziyin and Xiuying all gasped . Wang Ye was relatively stable, but Zhao Ziyin turned his head away and dared not look. Xiuying was so frightened that she staggered back and almost fell down.
The wound on Zhao Ziheng's chest had almost begun to fester, his flesh and blood had turned completely black, and a large area near the wound was blue and black. Not only that, Zhao Ziheng was awake, but his consciousness was unclear. His hair was soaked with cold sweat, his lips were a little blue, and he bit his lips tightly. His whole body was twitching as if he was resisting something. It was not difficult to see that he was being tortured.
Wang Ye quickly and neatly used the needle to relieve Zhao Ziheng's pain, not hurriedly and very carefully. After a while, even his forehead was covered with sweat. After a while, Zhao Ziheng's convulsions gradually stabilized, but Wang Ye's movements continued. After relieving Zhao Ziheng's pain, he quickly began to treat the wound. His technique was still skillful and neat, and his expression was more serious than ever. Every movement was very careful and thorough...
