MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 250 - 1.

Chapter 250: 1.

Zhao Yan’s eyes flew open. His heart was pounding like a war drum.

All he could see was white. Nothing but white.

The walls, the sheets, the ceiling—an endless expanse of white.

He blinked rapidly, trying to piece together what he was seeing. This was not the battlefield he had just been in. This was not the place where swords were clanging against each other.

There was silence.

And then he heard it. A breath. Right by his neck.

A steady beeping filled the air. Rhythmic. Cold. Not at all what he was used to back where he came from.

Zhao Yan tried to lift his head, but his body felt so heavy. He could do nothing else but shift it slightly to the left... and then to the right.

When he turned to the right, his head bumped into something.

Another head.

That was when he heard the sniffles. Close. Right by his ear.

"Fu Jingrong... Fu Jingrong... Elder brother, please wake up..."

The voice was familiar.

He hadn’t heard it for a very long time, but it was unmistakable. Still... if this voice was here, then where exactly was here?

Sensing the shift, the person beside him suddenly got up and stared directly into his eyes. There was visible shock on the face before tears started to fly out again.

"Elder brother, you’re awake!"

A chirpy voice followed.

The youth who had been sobbing by his ear was now full of light.

Zhao Yan recognized this boy.

It was none other than Fu Ling—his younger brother.

But what was he doing here?

And why... why did Fu Ling look so young?

That was when it hit Zhao Yan.

He wasn’t in the ancient world anymore.

He had been brought back. Back to his original world.

How cruel fate was.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, desperately willing himself back to that place. Back to where she was.

But when he opened them again, it was only Fu Ling’s crying face that filled his vision.

He tried to shake everything off. But this... this was real.

There was no war.

And Hua Jing was not here.

He had been brought back.

Back to this cold world of white.

Trying to gather his strength to sit up, he found it nearly impossible. His body felt like stone.

Fu Ling rushed forward in alarm.

"Don’t rush to get up, brother! Let me go and call the doctor. He’ll be able to tell you what’s going on!"

As Fu Ling turned to leave, Zhao Yan’s voice stopped him.

"How long has it been?"

Fu Ling paused.

He turned back, his lips trembling.

"Brother... you’ve been asleep for a whole year."

Zhao Yan flinched.

A year?

Everything that happened... happened in a year?

It was too much to process.

Everything felt like a dream. But not the kind you wanted to remember.

He remembered the arrow. The pain. The way his body had shattered. It had all felt real.

Now, this place—this hospital—it felt like the dream.

He looked at Fu Ling and said quietly, "Go and call the doctor."

He needed a moment. Alone.

Fu Ling quickly nodded and dashed out of the room.

While Zhao Yan was alone, he looked around, taking in his surroundings.

White curtains. A monitor. Beeping machines. A drip.

He couldn’t remember everything clearly.

But he knew one thing for sure.

He had saved someone. A girl. She was important. Too important.

She had also been in an accident—just like him.

He remembered seeing her once in the hospital, back before the coma. She had been wheeled into the room next door.

If his memory served him right, she was still there.

An inexplicable feeling surged through his chest.

He needed to see her.

He had to see her.

He tried getting up—but the doctors came rushing in.

"Don’t get up, Mr. Fu! You’ve been in a coma for a whole year. Your body isn’t ready for sudden movements."

"Let me examine you," another doctor said. "After that, we’ll tell you what needs to be done."

Zhao Yan didn’t argue.

Even though he felt fine, his limbs were weak. He allowed the doctor to do his checks, but his mind... his mind was elsewhere.

It was on the other side of the hospital.

Where his whole world lay.

Hua Jing...

He whispered her name in his mind.

Hua Jing...

He whispered it again.

Hua Jing...

He couldn’t stop.

His eyes yearned to see her. His hands ached to reach for her.

He wondered what was happening in the other world. He could almost feel her worry. Her panic. Her desperation.

This recklessness of his—how much pain must it have caused her?

He wasn’t used to being called Fu Jingrong anymore.

It felt strange in his ears.

Because to him... he was still Zhao Yan.

But in this world, no one knew that.

Only she did.

And so he had to go to her. Had to find her.

While the doctor was checking his pulse, he suddenly smiled.

"All injuries have healed up quite nicely," the doctor said. "I must say, you’ve made a tremendous recovery, Mr. Fu."

Zhao Yan nodded faintly. "Thank you."

Fu Ling came rushing back in.

"Brother! It’s such a good thing you’re awake! I already called Father and Mother and the rest! They’re all on their way!"

Hearing that, Zhao Yan’s breath hitched.

Father...!

In the other world, his father was already dead—killed by Pei Rong and the Empress, who was also his stepmother.

In this world, it looked like he was still alive. He didn’t know what it was, but he suddenly wanted to see that old man of his once more.

In this world, things had not gone quite far already, and if his memory served him right, everything that happened in the past life could happen in this life as well.

He remembered everything—the similarities between the two worlds. His mother had died in this world, and in that world, his mother had also died.

He had not known the circumstances surrounding her death, but he was sure it must have been orchestrated by someone.

Just then, a man entered, looking worried—his facial features almost identical to Zhaoyan’s, only much older. He was followed by a woman. And as soon as Zhaoyan saw that face, his eyes constricted dangerously.

"You are finally awake, son,"