Wei Zhenfeng was wounded in the chest. Bai Yu said that it was an arrow wound, fortunately it didn't hit the vital part. But the arrow was coated with poison, which made his wound unable to heal for a long time. Coupled with the tireless journey for several consecutive days, it was incredible that the prince could hold on until now. She even wanted to write the prince into the medical book.
Bai Yu applied medicine to Wei Zhenfeng while sighing, "Your Highness must rest for such a serious injury, how can he travel without sleep? Those people from Beiyuan shouldn't stop him."
Zhao Mian stood guard beside the bed and said, "Given Wei Zhenfeng's style of doing things, he might not have anyone around him when he was injured."
Using a fabricated identity to sneak into Tianque Sect to save a baby, Wei Zhenfeng would most likely choose to act alone, just like when he disguised himself as Li Er to approach him. However, Wei Zhenfeng should have left someone outside to support him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mian ordered: "Let Zhou Huairang go to the Beiyuan Embassy to see if there are any old acquaintances."
The answer is yes. Wei Zhenfeng did not come to the capital alone, he brought Ji Chong with him. Zhao Mian immediately summoned Ji Chong to the palace and ordered Ji Chong to tell him everything that happened in March.
Ji Chong knew very little. After the prince infiltrated the Tianque Sect, he did leave him outside to support him. Without the prince's order, he dared not act rashly and could only follow the marks left by the prince.
A few days ago, he waited at the place designated by the prince. When dawn approached, he finally waited for the prince. The prince held a sword in one hand and a baby in the other. There were no pursuers behind him, so he must have done it secretly.
Before Ji Chong could be happy, a baby was stuffed into his arms. Ji Chong asked, "Is this the young prince of the King of Ying?"
"No," Wei Zhenfeng said bluntly, "I just picked up this child casually."
Ji Chong was stunned: "... Really?"
"Nonsense, of course it's fake." Wei Zhenfeng accidentally pulled the wound and frowned, "Where is the thing I want?"
Ji Chong quickly handed over the bundle he had prepared in advance: "The water and dry food are all in it, and the potion to remove the disguise is also in it." Ji Chong saw the blood on the prince's chest and said in panic: "Prince, you are injured!"
Wei Zhenfeng did not comment, he put on his bag and mounted the horse, holding the reins and said: "You must send Ah Si back to the Yingwang Mansion in Shengjing immediately, without any mistakes."
Ji Chong brought the young prince back home. The King of England and the Queen were grateful to him profusely. The King of England even said that if Wei Zhenfeng needed him in the future, he would definitely not refuse.
After completing the task, Ji Chong was worried about the seriously injured prince, so he rode a fast horse and searched for the prince all the way along the direction leading to Shangjing, Nanjing. Finally, he found him on a deserted road two days' journey from Shangjing.
"When I found the prince, he was resting under a tree. His wound was only bandaged hastily. The blood from the wound that could not heal had already stained his entire body, even the back of his horse was covered in blood. Because of the excessive blood loss, the prince was on the verge of coma, but he still forced his eyes open, and all he could see was the direction of Nanjing Shangjing."
Zhao Mian didn't remember what he said. When he came to his senses, Ji Chong and others had gone downstairs. Only he, Wei Zhenfeng and their unborn child were left in the bedroom.
Zhao Mian looked at the young man lying on the bed—handsome but disheveled, strong yet fragile.
The sleeping Wei Zhenfeng already looked like an adult man, but when he opened his eyes and smiled, his youthful spirit was still the same as before.
In another half a year, when he and Wei Zhenfeng are twenty years old, they will become the father of a child.
Perhaps, he and Wei Zhenfeng should have grown up completely. From the moment they had a child, they were no longer teenagers.
Zhao Mian stroked his belly gently: "Your father is so stupid."
Why did he have to go to such lengths? Wei Zhenfeng had never promised him that he would come. Even if he said that he hoped he would come, all Wei Zhenfeng could give him was answers like "I'm afraid it's a little difficult" or "I can only try my best."
He didn't have much hope. Wei Zhenfeng didn't have to come. Whether Wei Zhenfeng came or not, he would still sit on the dragon throne and rule the world. The only difference was that he would be happy for a long time because of the surprise of Wei Zhenfeng's arrival. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ascend the throne. When he recalled it in the future, Wei Zhenfeng would be in that picture.
That's all.
Wei Zhenfeng said that he should not listen to what Wei Zhenfeng said, but should look at what Wei Zhenfeng did. He looked at it and felt heartbroken.
It's so strange, why can a love that is both-way and never thought of giving up also make people heartbroken
He didn't want Wei Zhenfeng to get hurt again, he wanted Wei Zhenfeng to be fine.
Bai Yu saw that His Majesty seemed to have no intention of informing the prince of his pregnancy, and reminded him, "Your Majesty, after four months of pregnancy, not only will your pregnancy be visible, but you will also be able to feel the fetal movement. By then, you will definitely not be able to hide it from the prince."
"Don't worry, he won't be able to stay for too long." Zhao Mian said, "He still has a lot of things to do."
Wei Zhenfeng had to stay in bed to recuperate from his injury, and Bai Yu asked him not to get out of bed unless necessary. As a result, Wei Zhenfeng was forced to become the "King-Watching Stone" on the dragon bed. Every day, apart from eating, taking medicine, and changing medicine, he just waited for the king to visit him when he was free.
The king doted on him very much. Not only did he feed him medicine personally, he also moved the dragon table to his bedside. Sometimes when he woke up after a nap, he would see Zhao Mian sitting behind the table reviewing memorials with a focused look. He would stop writing and think from time to time, and would also look at him from time to time.
The scorching afternoon sun fell on Zhao Mian's shoulders, like a crabapple blossom in the sun, particularly attractive.
Time is quiet and years are peaceful.
Wei Zhenfeng was a little depressed at first. He hadn't seen Zhao Mian for a hundred days but he couldn't eat. Anyone would be depressed. But when he saw Zhao Mian in front of him, and thought of the day when he ascended the throne, he was high above the world and looked down on the world. He felt that everything was worth it.
Great, he didn’t miss Zhao Mian’s coronation ceremony.
After a few days of rest, Wei Zhenfeng's complexion improved significantly. Zhao Mian estimated that Wei Zhenfeng could already withstand his anger, and it was time to settle the score.
While feeding Wei Zhenfeng medicine, he mentioned in a casual tone: "I heard that King Beiyuan Ying is already yours?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "I guess so."
"But I heard that he has always been loyal to Emperor Yuan."
"Who let his weak spot be grasped?" Wei Zhenfeng said nonchalantly, "He has no choice."
"What about me?" Zhao Mian suddenly asked, "Am I your weak spot?"
Wei Zhenfeng was suddenly startled.
Zhao Mian said word by word: "Don't let me become your weak spot, Wei Zhenfeng."
Don't let us become your weak spot.
Wei Zhenfeng was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "You think too much, Zhao Mian. First, I didn't delay any important work because of you. Second, I thought it was just an ordinary arrow wound, and it would heal after bandaging and stopping the bleeding." Wei Zhenfeng shrugged, "If I knew the arrow was poisonous, I would have returned to Shengjing to recuperate long ago, and I would not have come to see you."
Zhao Mian: “…”
Did Wei Zhenfeng become stupid from his wounds? He could even make up such a clumsy lie. Even if he didn't know the arrow was poisonous at first, how could he not see it after two days? He knew it might not be an ordinary arrow wound, but he was unwilling to stop. Wei Zhenfeng was obviously doing it for him.
"Didn't I tell you that I'm not willing to give you my life for now?" Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "I won't die for you at this time. So no matter what I do, you don't need to feel sad."
Zhao Mian looked at Wei Zhenfeng silently and didn't say anything for a long time.
Wei Zhenfeng panicked a little, grabbed Zhao Mian's wrist, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Mian said calmly: "I am wondering whether I should be angry with you for your bad mouth."
“…Have you thought about it?”
"I thought about it a long time ago." Zhao Mian said softly, "You finally came here once, I don't want to be angry with you."
(End of this chapter)