Chapter 221:
General’s Mansion.
After falling into the water and being rescued by his subordinates, Lu Ziyan’s cheeks were scorching hot, layers of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he lay drowsily on the couch with his eyes tightly closed.
Ming Feng, Ming Jian, and several deputy generals paced back and forth anxiously, so urgent that smoke was practically rising from the soles of their feet.
Seeing the doctor stand up, they all rushed forward one after another. “How is he?”
These were all great generals from the army with countless lives in their hands, and now extremely anxious, they appeared terrifyingly imposing.
The old doctor had never seen such a scene. Carrying his medicine box, he hurriedly retreated two steps before tremblingly saying, “The general has a heart condition. This time it’s excessive grief, with shock and pain attacking the heart, causing an old illness relapse.”
“Heart condition!” Everyone was incredulous. “Our prince is strong and healthy. When did he get a heart condition!”
As close attendants, Ming Feng and Ming Jian were closer to him than the others. Thinking of their prince’s several instances of spitting blood, their expressions turned somewhat difficult.
Their master, invincible like a deity, actually had a heart condition.
Isn’t this illness something only that sickly person from Duke Pei’s Mansion has!
Ming Jian stepped forward and said, “Can this heart condition be cured? Does our general have any major issues? When will he wake up?”
“There’s no root cure for a heart condition. He needs to nourish himself well, avoiding excessive joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure. As for when he will wake up,” the old doctor paused before saying, “By rights, he should have woken up long ago.”
The implication was that since he hadn’t woken up now, it was Lu Ziyan himself who didn’t want to wake.
He was perhaps tired, or perhaps afraid.
Reality was too cruel; he feared waking to face it and had developed thoughts of evasion.
Ming Jian’s throat choked up. Thinking of their master’s hardships over these two years, he nearly shed tears.
Invincible in battle, the war god who dominated everywhere—even the world could be taken at will—yet repeatedly frustrated in matters of romance.
Finally seeing a glimmer of dawn, with his beloved agreeing to marry and the wedding preparations underway, poised for a lifetime of perfection, only for the other to run away.
Run away if they must, but they even encountered some blind fool who drove the person to death.
Now, Miss Xie had died and settled her own affairs, leaving their master to fend for himself!
Ming Jian felt both hatred and anger, but didn’t know whom to hate or whom to rage at.
The sky above the General’s Mansion grew darker day by day with Lu Ziyan’s coma.
From the several deputy generals wielding military power down to the sweeping servants in the mansion, all had stern expressions.
The originally planned return to the capital after the new year could only be temporarily shelved.
Three days in a row, and Lu Ziyan still hadn’t woken, as if… he already harbored thoughts of death and would never wake again.
Ming Feng entered carrying the medicine bowl, about to feed it to his master as usual, but his hand trembled fiercely as he picked up the soup spoon, his always calm pupils involuntarily dilating even in life-and-death crises.
Ming Jian at the side saw this and followed his gaze, his expression also changing drastically.
…The man on the couch, even in coma, still had a stern facial expression, his jawline exuding an inhumanly resolute firmness, but his originally jet-black temples had somehow turned graying.
Their master was only twenty this year!
Ming Feng’s breathing grew heavy, as if unable to endure any longer. He flung the medicine bowl to the ground and shouted at the comatose man on the couch, “Wake up!”
He shouted loudly, “Weren’t you going to conquer the world and ascend to the throne as emperor? If the Jin Kingdom learns you’re comatose, they’ll surely come back stronger. The southern barbarians aren’t peaceful either, the military governors everywhere are restless and ready to rebel at any time. You lying here now—do you not want your grand ambitions anymore, or the emperor’s throne? After all these years of effort, are you willing!”
