"Master Baili?" The imperial doctor beside him called anxiously.
He had suffered internal injuries, but now his mood fluctuated too much, his muscles and veins were running backwards, and his energy was surging. If he continued like this, he would have to go crazy.
"Master Baili! You must not be too worried." He called Baili Qingxue anxiously, sweating on his forehead.
He is the imperial physician sent by the emperor to take care of Young Master Baili. If anything happens to Young Master Baili and hurts his roots, his role as imperial physician will be over.
But Baili Qingxue didn't hear him at all. She only felt that all the sounds were coming from another world, blurry.
In his mind, there was only one clear and loud voice that kept echoing, like bells and drums beating in his mind -
"My daughter, I do not want to marry Baili Qingxue."
Countless memories flashed through my mind.
When he was blind, frightened and at a loss, that gentle and attentive voice...
On the competition stage... The girl was whipped, weak and powerless, desperate and painful, calling...
When she left the arena, her bold and unruly eyes when she challenged him, her decisive and resolute look on her back when she turned around...
In the forest of no return, her confident and chic smile...
And when he spoke for Lin Wanyue, her cold and sarcastic expression...
Scene after scene, frame after frame, kept revolving around in his mind, making his heart twitch, choked with sobs that he couldn't breathe, and had a splitting headache.
But he can't do anything... The only thing he can do now is to look at her with his eyes wide open, hoping for even a slight possibility.
On the stage, Emperor Bei'an was startled and frowned in a rough voice,
“My golden words cannot be changed.
Now that the marriage has been granted, how can we take back the marriage
Yun Qingyan, please change your request. "
Compared to Yun Qingyan, a new formation master, he still prefers the future god-level genius in his heart.
There seemed to be a cluster of sparks lighting up in Baili Qingxue's ashen and cold eyes, just like a person lost in the desert who saw the stars guiding the direction and rekindled hope.
He clenched his fist tightly, just give him a chance... just once!
He will definitely make up for the mistakes he made!
The entire venue fell silent.
All eyes fell on Yun Qingyan.
Guang Han hugged the sword in his hand tightly, his expression cold and stern, like an unsheathed sword, with such a sharp edge that no one around him dared to look directly at it.
Yun Tian's eyes were warm and firm, as if telling Yun Qingyan to stick to her own ideas. No matter what, he would support her to the end even if she resisted the emperor's order.
Yun Qingyan curled her lips and smiled. She had expected this situation.
"Brush, ink, paper and inkstone!" Yun Qingyan waved her hand, her little face was open, her ink hair fluttered gently in the wind with her white skirt, like a floating cloud, uncaptured, untouchable, fleeting. …
Guanghan faced the wind, his armor making hunting noises, and his sharp-jointed fingers couldn't help but stretch out, trying to catch something...
His fingers were suddenly empty, and Guang Han was stunned. What was he doing just now...
His eyes darkened, and he hugged the cold sword tightly in his arms.
He has a sword, and only a sword.
A sword is enough for his life, and he should not think too much about the rest.
On the throne, Emperor Bei'an stared slightly. He also wanted to know what Yun Qingyan wanted to do.
"Bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Emperor Bei'an said to the palace attendant accompanying him.
Immediately, a palace attendant brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone and gave them to Yun Qingyan.
Yun Qingyan spread out a piece of rice paper, picked up the ink pen, and swung the pen in a big stroke!
Second update~~~
(End of chapter)