Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

Song Yunqian looked at his legs in shock. He felt a surge of wild joy in his heart. Did he really stand up?

However, he soon knew what had happened. There was a needle bag quietly lying on the ground, and on his legs, there was a golden needle that was as thin as a strand of hair shining under the candlelight.

Her head hit the wall, and then she knocked against the scabbed wound. The blood covered her face, and her body was so weak that she could barely hold it. Fear rose in his heart, enveloping him, layer after layer, as he thought of his own vicious curse, wishing that he could kill himself with a single stab, he shouted, "It's okay, I will immediately call Zhuge over, you will be fine." He hugged her tightly and shouted, "Someone, someone!"

Xiao Ju and mama also came in. Seeing this, they were so scared that their limbs turned cold, and they were at a loss.

In his panic, he did not know who had invited Zhuge Ming and the imperial physician, nor did he know who had washed the blood off Wen Yi's face. Song Yunqian felt that there were a lot of people, and his ears were noisy, he only wanted to hug Wen Yi, and did not let go for a moment.

Zhuge Ming went forward to take a look at her pulse, finding the center of attention in his flustered eyes. He fixed his eyes on Zhuge Ming and asked: "Give her medicine, give her acupuncture, there's a needle …" He frantically looked around. The place where he had placed the needle bag had already been cleaned, and the needle bag was no longer there. He continuously shouted, "Where's the needle bag?" Bring it here!

Zhuge Ming's eyes were gloomy, he looked at him in pain, "Qian, she can't take it anymore, stop tormenting her."

"Nonsense!" Song Yunqian hugged Wen Yi and roared at him, "What kind of genius doctor are you? She's clearly still breathing, but you said that she can't take it anymore. He roared at the trembling imperial physician.

The imperial physician carefully examined the front of the vein, and the light in his eyes slowly faded bit by bit. Finally, he came to the same conclusion as Zhuge Ming.

"Scram …" He roared loudly, "Xiao San, quickly enter the palace and request for the imperial physician to come out!"

Zhuge Ming said in distress, "Qian, talk to her!" The meaning was that if he did not say it now, he would not have the chance to say it.

Zhuge Ming sent everyone out, leaving only Song Yunqian sitting on the bed with Wen Yi.

Wen Yi was on the verge of death. Her leg kicked her abdomen, causing her head to hit the wall, causing her leg to bleed profusely. Her entire body was in pain, as though it was being cut by a knife.

Her gaze had already gradually dispersed into the distance, and what appeared in front of her was a vast expanse of grass that stretched as far as the eye could see. The dark green merged with the blue sky, and cotton-like clouds covered the sky.

She wanted to reach out and wipe away his tears, telling him not to cry. She had already died once, and now that she had died again, it was not worth it for him to be sad for her.

However, she could barely catch her breath. How could she say anything? Sweet liquid continuously gushed out of her throat and spilled from the corner of her mouth. She did not know that she still had so much blood left.

He kept wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, his hands trembling, leaning down to kiss her lips. He hated her, hated himself, and at that moment he knew that she had indeed cut herself, but not for the love, but for the healing of his legs. And he, when she was seriously injured, had not come to see her once.

He hated her for doing this, for risking his life. He would rather spend his life in a wheelchair than die.

She stared into his eyes and steadied her breath, her words incomplete, "You..." Remember, my name is... Wen Yi... " Her hair was wet with sweat and there was blood. His hand was on her forehead, trembling slightly.

He anxiously and anxiously said, "This King knows, This King has always known." Just now, when he was unconscious, he seemed to hear her whispering that she liked him to call her Wen Yi. She said that she liked him.

She almost collapsed, as if she had just been fished out of a pool of water. She looked at with a pale and pure gaze, and her smile slowly faded into nothingness, her eyes slowly closing as she muttered: "Alright, I can go to the grasslands to chase the youth now …"

Her head hung down heavily from the crook of her arm.

The corner of her mouth was still smirking, as if she was really going to chase after that young man.

His sorrowful cry pierced through the clouds, reaching beyond the ninth heaven. "Wen Yi …"

Yang Luoyi had died a long time ago, and Wen Yi had also died a long time ago. Whether it was Wen Yi or Yang Luoyi, no one knew, no one knew …

On the day that the Guang Hui Princess, Princess Ning'an, was buried in's grave, holding the corpse of his wife in her arms, not allowing anyone to persuade her to bury her in her grave. He mumbled, "She will wake up, she will die in the mountains, but in the end she will still wake up. None of you are allowed to touch her! "

He held her for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking a drop of water, still stubbornly believing that she would wake up, even though her body had grown cold and stiff.

There was no reason for him to let her sleep in that ice-cold coffin for so long!

She told him ghost stories, she said the world was haunted, he believed it, so he knew that even if she didn't wake up, her soul would come back.

He waited, stupidly.

The emperor himself had left the palace. Wen Yi's death also made him sad, but a prince should act like one as a prince. If he didn't bring the corpse of the dead princess to the grave, even if she went, she wouldn't be at ease.

Song Yunqian had never disobeyed the royal father before in his life, but this time, even if the emperor himself went out to persuade him, or even scolded him, he would not let go. He looked at the emperor with his tired and despairing eyes, and said frantically: "royal father, allow the childrens to cause a ruckus, the childrens is not willing to let her go."

The emperor was slightly angered and said, "You know it's nonsense? Luo Yi has already left. You've caused her soul to be restless, why must you suffer? "

"I want her soul to be restless. She knows that I am sad and she will come back, royal father, I killed her with my own hands. She saved me and healed my feet, but I killed her. I don't want to owe her, I want to return what I owe her in this life. royal father, when she was in the mountains, in order to harvest the Spirit Grass, she fell into the lake and died once.

The Emperor said angrily, "Nonsense! How can a dead person be revived? " He took a step back, ordering the guards behind him. "You two go pull the prince away and let the princess lay in his grave."

However, Song Yunqian placed a dagger horizontally around his neck as he looked at the emperor. "royal father, if you continue forcing childrens, childrens will follow her."

The emperor stared at him in a daze as a certain corner of his heart suddenly softened. He had once had such a beautiful era and obtained such a beautiful love. How could he not understand him?

His tone softened as he sighed and said, "Child, when she was alive, you had already made her unable to live a peaceful life. Now that she's gone, are you still not letting her go properly?"

So, now that he saw Song Yunqian like this, he too felt very sad in his heart. He stepped forward to hold Song Yunqian's hand and said: "Look at her, the corner of her mouth still has a smile, which proves that she didn't blame you when she left. She used his own body to test the needle. Even though he knew something was going to happen, she still did it. She wants you to be fine. If you are unable to recover from this setback, wouldn't you be letting her down? "

Song Yunqian's tears continuously rolled down his face as he muttered to himself, "I would rather not be able to stand up in my entire life than to let her go. Royal brother, I really hate her.

Prince Zhenguo felt his heart ache. His mind was filled with Wen Yi's courage, such a good girl, but he could not save himself despite his high medical skills. He said sorrowfully, "Imperial brother knows that you are feeling bad, but royal brother, she still has his own path to walk. It's good that you love her, it's good that you hate her.

Song Yunqian shook his head, "I can't do it."

Prince Zhenguo sighed, and said: "Then, don't blame Imperial Brother!" He suddenly made a move and struck the back of Song Yunqian's head with his palm. Song Yunqian was startled and angry, but he was not able to withstand the darkness that followed.

The instant he fell to the ground, he had a clear feeling of despair. He would never see her again.

After he woke up, it was already three days later. During these three days, the Prince Zhenyuan had people feed him sedatives all the way until he could have a good night's sleep.

He locked himself in the Zhi Yi Lu and didn't see anyone.

Half a month later, Yang Luoyi's father, marquis, came to the Duke Palaces and met him.

When the two met, they both felt as though they had been separated for a lifetime. marquis had aged a lot, but Song Yunqian was haggard like a ghost. He had grown a beard, his clothes were wrinkled, and his eye sockets were sunken.

They had the same pain for the woman who had died.

marquis looked at him with pity in his eyes as he replied hoarsely, "Being sad is being sad. You have to take care of your own body."

Song Yunqian acknowledged, and lowered his head, not daring to look at marquis. He blamed himself, he thought he was the one who killed Wen Yi.

The marquis sighed and said, "Actually, Luo Yi left two months ago. We have always known that the princess in the Duke Palace was not Luo Yi."

Song Yunqian suddenly raised his head and looked at marquis, asking anxiously: "Father-in-law, what does that mean?"

He slowly said: "Before you married Luo Fan, Luo Yi had come back and had a huge argument with us. She said that we agreed to the marriage because we wanted to force her to death. At the time, we thought she was just talking about it. We didn't expect her to have a death wish at that time. As a result, just two nights before your marriage, as soon as we lay down, she came back, bowing to us and thanking us for our upbringing, and she left. This old man saw her fly away with my own eyes and disappeared right before my eyes. This old man knows that she was already dead at that time. "

Song Yunqian was overwhelmed with shock, "Then, why didn't you immediately come to the Duke's Mansion to investigate?"

marquis's eyes became moist, he blinked his eyes, then laughed bitterly: "Where is the logic in not investigating? In fact, we've always paid attention to her and understood in our hearts that she is no longer Luo Yi, but that she is living on Luo Yi's account in this world is a form of comfort to us couple, so we didn't expose her. "

Song Yunqian's heart surged with waves of shock, and he was unable to say anything for a long time.

"My name is Wen Yi!" Her voice seemed to echo in her ears.