Chapter 39
Emperor Yuan listened to her voice, and his taught heartstrings trembled as if they would snap any moment .
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He looked at her unrecognizable face and his eyes softened as he forced back the tears that threatened to pour out .
Bowing his head, he kissed her dry lips and moistened them so they would not remain so chapped: "Don't speak!"
He was almost begging her as he said: "Don't speak . The physician will come right away . You’ll get better, A Yan, you will recover . If you have any words to say, wait until you’re well to tell me . ”
She watched Emperor Yuan in a trance, and her eyes seemed to be glazed over with a layer of mist .
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As if belatedly realizing who he was, her eyes gradually brightened, becoming ever more resplendent . They were like bright torches that had suddenly been lit up in the darkness and they burned brilliantly .
“Qi’an!” She smiled, and a hoarse voice came out of her parched throat . The cracked voice was out of pitch, but her stained face looked extremely happy: “Qi’an, is this another dream?”
She tried to touch his face but failed despite raising her hands several times . Sensing her movements, Emperor Yuan immediately grabbed her hand and placed it on his face: “It’s me, it’s me . I’m here . I’m here, Ayan . You’re not dreaming . I’m here . ”
She was still smiling as blood leaked from her cracked lips . There was no human appearance on her face mixed with mud and blood . Only her eyes shone through as they watched him without blinking .
“Qi’an, come soon!” She murmured . Her smile gradually hardened on her face, and in that moment, the light in her eyes went out .
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"I'm here . I'm here, A Yan!" Emperor Yuan was squeezing her hand . He carried her gingerly just past the city gates and place her on the simple bed his guards had fashioned . He called for the imperial physician to come forward: “Quickly, take a look at A Yan . Heal her wounds!”
The imperial physician was momentarily stunned by the scene of Emperor Yuan holding a man in his arms, then he carefully took Yan Ge’s pulse .
Emperor Yuan held her close as he comforted her: “The physician's here . Don’t be afraid, A Yan . You’ll soon be better . ”
The imperial physician’s complexion underwent great changes and he immediately fell to his knees: “Your Majesty . ”
His panicked voice was trembling as he said desperately: "Your Majesty, General Ming has already passed away . "
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He did not wait for Emperor Yuan’s reaction and immediately prostrated himself .
Shortly after, his shoulder was kicked, causing him to stagger back until he crashed against the city gates .
If Emperor Yuan had not been holding Yan Ge, he would have cut the man down: “Charlatan . A Yan is fine . She spoke with me just now . She smiled and looked at me . You charlatan . Someone come, where did the military physician go?”
The soldiers both inside and outside the tent all knelt down in unison .
The person who came in this time was not a military physician, but Song Qing .
He knelt beside the bed and quietly took Yan Ge’s pulse .
Emperor Yuan was still murmuring to Yan Ge as he held onto her hand: "Don't be ariad, A Yan . Wait until you’re better . I'll bring you back to the palace and find the best physician . You'll be alright . ”
Song Qing looked up at Emperor Yuan in utter shock .
When Emperor Yuan saw that he was just taking Yan Ge’s pulse, he was upset and shouted: "Just when will you take care of her illness? Don’t you see how grave A Yan's chest injury is? If you cure your General Ming, Zhen[I] promises to make you an imperial physician . If you dare to be perfunctory, Zhen[I] will exterminate your nine clans . ”
When the last words fell, Song Qing’s eyes reddened . His face distorted so much that he appeared malevolent .