Chapter 60

Chapter 60

When he saw Lu Yunqi lying in a pool of blood, and the hungry infant cradled in his arms, Murong Jie's eyes nearly split open with rage. He growled and rushed forward, saying, "Yunqi, Yunqi, what happened to you? Wh-why is there so much blood?"

But Lu Yunqi was already at death's door, unable to be roused, his body swaying limply with each gentle push.

Just then, urgent hoofbeats sounded from outside the carriage. Huang Bo arrived on horseback, led by the garrison commander, his old bones nearly rattled to pieces.

But he couldn't be bothered with that. He dismounted directly and rushed to the carriage in a few steps. The moment he saw Lu Yunqi bleeding out, his heart sank. He reached out with trembling hands to check his pulse, and his face drained of color. He shook his head forcefully and said, "The young prince... has ascended to heaven..."

But Murong Jie refused to accept it. He clutched Lu Yunqi tightly, shaking his head and saying, "Impossible. He was fine just moments ago. He's not dead."

Saying this, he pressed a frantic kiss to Lu Yunqi's forehead, then said, "Yunqi, are you asleep? Fine, then sleep for a while. I'll stay here and watch over you."

Beside them, the infant wailed at the top of its lungs. The child looked quite a bit like Lu Yunqi, but that cry—nine times out of ten, that was pure Murong Jie.

Huang Bo's eyes were red and puffy from crying. Though he was beside himself with grief, he knew that the most important thing now was the child the young prince had left behind.

He quickly removed his outer robe and wrapped the baby in it. Though it wasn't cold out yet, leaving the child exposed for too long was absolutely out of the question.

After wrapping the baby properly, Huang Bo said to Murong Jie, his voice choked with tears, "Your Highness, please... please restrain your grief. The little young prince urgently needs a wet nurse. There's no time to waste!"

Murong Jie seemed to have slipped into an eerie calm after his great grief. He held Lu Yunqi with strange composure, then calmly gave his orders: "Find a reliable wet nurse, and write to Old General Lu. Tell him I'm taking Yunqi to seek treatment, and tell the old man that Yunqi gave birth to Lu Feiluan."

"Lu Feiluan?" Huang Bo said in surprise. "The little young prince has a name?"

Murong Jie said nothing, only gently laid down Lu Yunqi's body. Then he climbed into the carriage and raced off eastward like the wind.

The garrison commander was puzzled and asked Huang Bo, "His Highness Prince Cang... where is he going?"

Huang Bo held Lu Feiluan in his arms, not entirely sure himself. But then he suddenly remembered what Murong Jie had said before leaving: "He said... he's taking the young prince to seek treatment. Could he be going to Penglai Immortal Isle to find a doctor?"

Though the miracle doctor there was only a legend, many people claimed that a legendary healer resided there, one who could raise the dead and regrow flesh from bone.

The legend was too fantastical to believe, yet the world was full of lovestruck fools and heartbroken souls, and no small number had gone seeking treatment. Some had even returned successfully—it was said that when they set out, the person was already dead, but they came back full of life, just seemingly having lost their original memories.

But before going, that person had stored the body in a millennium-old cold jade coffin, said to preserve the dead for a thousand years without decay, making it possible to bring the body to Penglai.

The garrison commander sighed and said, "But the dead can't come back to life. Can His Highness Prince Cang truly revive the young prince?"

Huang Bo also sighed and shook his head. "That's up to fate."

Then he glanced at the Lu Feiluan in his arms and thought—if such strange and wondrous things could happen in this world, perhaps His Highness Prince Cang really could succeed in finding the Medical Immortal?

Meanwhile, in the Wanping Wasteland, where there had once been an endless expanse of wilderness, a massive city had risen by the water's edge. At night, the lights blazed like daylight, with towers rising everywhere. In less than a year, it had appeared on the Wanping plains as if by magic.

Lu Yunqi was rushed into the emergency room. Due to excessive blood loss, he urgently needed a large quantity of Type A blood.

The citizens of Wanping City had received a year of modern education and knew that current medical standards allowed blood transfusions for patients suffering from blood loss. So the people spontaneously formed a long line.

Medical staff drew blood and tested their blood types, finally selecting four strong young men as the blood source.

Medical personnel came and went, while the citizens knelt on the ground, praying and waiting.

Even though Lu Yunqi had long ago decreed that all Wanping residents were prohibited from kneeling, and that the highest form of respect was a bow—reserved only for younger to elder.

But the residents couldn't worry about that now. They believed Lu Yunqi was sent by the immortals to save them. They prayed to the supreme deity who had sent him down to earth, begging that their lord and master recover, willing to sacrifice everything for it.

The good news was that after a full day and night of emergency treatment, Lu Yunqi finally regained consciousness.

But after waking, Lu Yunqi felt a little down. Something was missing from his belly, and something felt missing from his heart too.

After waking, Lu Yunqi stayed quiet. Xiao Jiu called out to him many times, but he refused to speak. It wasn't until seven days later, when he could finally walk again, that Xiao Jiu asked him one question: "Do you regret it?"

Only then did Lu Yunqi finally burst into tears with a wail, crying as he said, "I should never have left the child with that bastard Murong Jie! Who knows if he'll take good care of the baby? Would a man like him really treasure that child?"

Xiao Jiu was at a loss for words. "Master, you should count yourself lucky you left the child with him. Otherwise, he might have lost the will to live."

Lu Yunqi blinked, his eyes red-rimmed. "Really? Why couldn't he go on living?"

Xiao Jiu clicked his tongue. "Do I really need to spell it out? Your seduction in this lifetime was too successful—you took over his entire heart. He's holding on by a single belief: to save you! And also, you two share a child. He doesn't want that child to lose you and then lose him as well. He never received any love from his own family, and he doesn't want this child to have the same kind of life."

Lu Yunqi sniffled and asked, "Then tell me—was leaving him too cruel?"

Xiao Jiu replied, "A bit, but... but the timeline has been completely rewritten. Two days ago, your father went to see your child. When he heard you were dead, he initially wanted to demand an explanation from Murong Jie. But when he learned you died protecting him, he forced himself to swallow his anger, because he didn't want the man his son died protecting to die because of his own misplaced anger. While tracing the origins of those death warriors, he uncovered evidence that the eldest prince was plotting rebellion."

Lu Yunqi's eyes went wide. "Oh? The eldest prince finally made his move? And what about Murong Jie?"

Xiao Jiu replied, "He spurred his horse at full gallop to find a millennium-old cold jade coffin. To get it, he dug up the tomb of a former dynasty's favored concubine, hauled the jade coffin out on his back, and placed your body inside."

Lu Yunqi: ...

Fucking hell... Even if that wasn't really his body, making him lie in some dead consort's coffin—Murong Jie, you're fucking out of line!

==========Author's Note:==========

Kowtowing, kowtowing, kowtowing in every direction!!!

Went to Inner Mongolia for two weeks because a relative invited me. Even that new story was updated from my saved drafts.

I didn't dare come online to talk to you all because I was afraid you'd beat me up...

I know I messed up. I'll update this story daily until it's done!!!