Chapter 222:
His voice drew in all the more than a dozen deputy generals outside. Seeing this situation, they all shouted excitedly.
The commotion was so great it nearly lifted the roof, yet the person on the couch remained completely still.
Ming Feng raised his head, tears sliding from the corner of his eye. He didn’t even wipe them, bending down again to say: “They’re all willing, but what about Miss Xie? The people who let Jin Wuji kidnap her are still alive and well. Without their scheme, Miss Xie would still be lounging in her luxurious nest in the Capital City right now. Those people are the chief culprits behind her death. If you don’t wake up and avenge her, and just die like this, that would truly fulfill their wishes.”
“Prince, do you want Miss Xie to die with grievance, letting her enemies have their way!”
The two princes would be the happiest, right?
Originally, he only wanted to use Xie Wanning’s existence to sway the war situation a bit, but unexpectedly, it could directly eliminate this confidant threat.
No one could compete with them for the throne anymore.
Ming Feng kept talking, trying to shout the person awake directly.
After shouting for an unknown amount of time, the person who had been unconscious on the couch actually furrowed his brows.
Ming Feng was close by and saw it clearly, hurriedly sending someone to fetch the doctor.
Meanwhile, Lu Ziyan was plunged into boundless regret.
His mind was full of his Wanwan dying.
He had given everything to exchange for a chance to start over, yet she still died.
In the past life, she married him full of affection, but he made many mistakes, hurting her heart, causing her so much grievance, and due to his sake, she was poisoned with a strange toxin and died from suffocation from anger.
In this life, she only sought to save herself, turning to marry someone else, yet still because of his entanglement, she was drawn into the struggle for the throne and kidnapped by thieves.
He rushed over to save her, but he was also a thief; from beginning to end, he never intended to let her go.
Forcing her to yield her body, forcing her to promise marriage, finally forcing her to abandon everything and flee… and end up dying miserably.
In this life, she wasn’t even eighteen yet!
His Wanwan was a noble lady from a prominent family, doted on by thousands. All the hardships in her past and this life came from him.
Even in his comatose consciousness, Lu Ziyan could still feel the pain, pain deep in his soul, so painful he wished to die right then.
Why save him? She would be cold at the lake bottom; he should go accompany her.
Without her, he had already lived a full five years. In this life, he lived only for her, and now she died again—what was the point of him still living.
But the voices at the bedside grew louder and clearer, every word entering his ears.
Lu Ziyan’s brows furrowed deeper, and finally, he opened his eyes.
The noisy inner chamber instantly fell silent, followed by a chorus of gasps.
“The Prince is awake!”
Ming Jian pulled the doctor in through the door and heard this, hurriedly squeezing in with the doctor.
Lu Ziyan propped himself up on his arm and sat up, saying nothing. His usually bright eyes were now blank.
Ming Jian’s nose tip stung, “You’ve been unconscious for three days; you’ve finally woken. Quick, let the doctor check your pulse.”
“Everyone out.” Lu Ziyan waved his hand.
Including the doctor, the crowd of deputy generals bowed and withdrew.
Only Ming Feng and Ming Jian knelt on one knee, reporting everything that had happened in the three days one by one.
Lu Ziyan leaned half against the headboard, not knowing if he was listening attentively.
After a long while, he said: “What has that sickly person been doing these days?”
…Who knew who the sickly person really was.
Ming Jian grumbled inwardly, then reported: “The people he brought are also dredging at the Dayang Lake bottom. It’s been nearly a month, day and night without stop… but still nothing gained.”
Hearing “nothing gained,” Lu Ziyan’s thin lips pressed tight. “Besides that?”
