Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 155 Breakdown and Crying
Zuo Sheng looked at Xie Ling's gritted teeth and then at the sharp sword in front of him, and all the color drained from his face.

how so.
If His Majesty wakes up, will he die?

Xie Ling's muscles were trembling all over. He looked at Zuo Sheng in front of him and wished he could kill him on the spot.

"Zuo Sheng! He is our Emperor. You failed to manage your subordinates. If something really happens to His Majesty, how many heads do you have to lose?"

Upon hearing Xie Ling's words, Zuo Sheng's tall body swayed slightly, his eyes filled with terror.

"General Xie! Calm down. We were also at fault in this matter. We failed to protect His Majesty. Once His Majesty wakes up, we will leave this matter to him to decide. Please don't let anger cloud your judgment!"

A general behind him quickly grabbed his wrist, sheathed his sword, and gave Zuo Sheng a cold glance as well.

Xie Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and barely calmed herself down before turning to look at Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye lay on the recliner behind the screen. Song Yi, distraught, pressed on his wound, staring blankly as several people frantically tore open his robes, revealing the wound. The military doctor examined it carefully and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Your Majesty, please help me. This scimitar must be pulled out, but it will inevitably bleed a lot. You must hold it down firmly."

Song Yi was like a puppet on a string; whatever he said went.

The moment the medic gripped the scalpel handle, Song Yi clenched the clean cloth in her hand tightly. She had never been so afraid before—afraid that he would die, afraid that he would never wake up again, afraid that the time they spent together before his assassination was the last time in this life.

The scimitar was pulled out with a "whoosh," and all the thoughts in Song Yi's mind were drowned out by the splattered blood.

Jiang Lanye groaned, his body tensed up suddenly, his muscles trembling uncontrollably, but he did not wake up. His eyelashes trembled violently, and for a moment, his face turned pale again, as if all the blood in his body had gathered here and was rushing out of his body desperately.

A few drops of blood splattered on Song Yi's cheek, and the blood instantly covered his lower abdomen. Song Yi covered it tightly with a cloth, which was quickly soaked with sweat. The others quickly wrapped the cloth around Jiang Lanye's waist and abdomen twice, tightly binding the wound and tightening it again and again.

Song Yi then raised her hands, which were trembling violently. Looking at the blood on her hands, her breathing became rapid.

"Press it tighter, pull it harder."

Song Yi listened to their conversation numbly and blankly, but couldn't help reaching out to touch Jiang Lanye's cheek.

Xi Chun rushed in and just saw the group planning to move Jiang Lanye back into his tent. Song Yi followed behind, looking dejected, her already thin frame appearing even more frail.

Xichun almost burst into tears. She quickly ran over and choked out, "Your Majesty, you must cheer up! Listen to me, His Majesty was injured in his lower abdomen this time, not in his heart. Last time it was in his heart. Actually, this time it wasn't as dangerous as last time."

Even after saying these words, Xichun herself wasn't sure, but she felt that Song Yi needed this kind of comfort right now.

Song Yi's lips trembled as she tried to speak, but no sound came out of her throat.

She seemed to have lost her voice briefly; her throat was numb, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't utter a single word.

Upon seeing this, Xichun burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, please rest first. You can say what you want to say later. This servant is listening, this servant will listen!"

Song Yi raised his hand and gripped Xi Chun's sleeve tightly until his knuckles turned white. After trying for a long time, he finally managed to break through the obstruction and speak.

However, his words startled Xichun.

Her voice was unusually hoarse, as if she had a mouthful of sand in her mouth, or as if it had been torn apart by someone, unusually broken.

"The scimitar is so big and so sharp, much bigger than a dagger."

She uttered these words haltingly. Xichun understood her meaning and could only grit her teeth and say, "Your Majesty, that's not a vital spot. You must believe that His Majesty will be alright. He pulled through last time, so he certainly can this time too!"

Song Yi shook her head, choking back tears, and said nothing. With Xi Chun's help, she staggered out.

When she tried to enter the tent she shared with Jiang Lanye, she couldn't lift her feet at all, as if they were rooted to the ground. The strength that had kept her standing vanished completely at that moment, like a candle flickering in the wind, burning out completely. She bent over.

Xichun tried to lift her up, but couldn't manage it. She could only hug her waist and kneel down with her.

"what--!"

A heart-wrenching sob finally burst from her throat. She collapsed, her head almost touching the ground. "Why, Xichun? I failed to protect him again, again."

I promised to take good care of him, so why did it end up like this?

Xichun hugged her tightly, sobbing, "Your Majesty, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."

The time spent together, Jiang Lanye's warm embrace, and those heartfelt smiles—all the beautiful memories at this moment turned into a thousand sharp arrows, piercing Song Yi fiercely. At this moment, sorrow completely broke through the dam, almost overwhelming Song Yi's frail body in an instant.

She managed to squeeze out broken sobs from her throat, unable to maintain any semblance of dignity.

The snow began to fall heavily.

The snowflakes fell silently, drifting gently onto the ground and onto Song Yi.

As if sensing something, Song Yi slowly straightened up, looked up, and watched the snowflakes fall on her face, quickly melting and turning into drops of cold tears.

She raised her hand, her trembling fingertips catching a snowflake.

Song Yi murmured, "It's snowing."

She felt no chill at all.

Gazing at the swirling snowflakes, she whispered, "Jiang Lanye, it's snowing. Aren't you going to watch the first snow of the year with me?"

Zuo Sheng suddenly walked over and forcibly helped Song Yi up.

Song Yi stared at him blankly.

Zuo Sheng knelt down with a thud and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, the assassin was one of my men. It was my fault for not noticing and for failing to protect His Majesty. I have no face to see His Majesty, the generals, or you again. So from this moment on, I will go to the battlefield and vow to kill as many Northern Qiang barbarians as possible."

Having said that, he gave Song Yi a deep look, stood up, and slowly clenched his fists. A thousand words were condensed into one sentence:
"sorry."

He mounted his horse and rode off resolutely through the wind and snow.

Xichun quickly said, "Your Majesty, let's go in too. His Majesty definitely needs you."

"it is good."

She walked in unsteadily.

Her heart was utterly destroyed. From that moment on, Song Yi felt that all the love and passion she had ever given in her life had been devoted to loving Jiang Lanye.

If Jiang Lanye really gets into trouble, she will never be able to leave this snowy place again.

(End of this chapter)