Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 59 Desperate Measures

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Desperate Measures

Qi Yu stumbled and crashed into the Qishun Building in the middle of the night, creating a thunderous noise as the building’s main gate burst open, echoing a shrill sound in the darkness. Nanny Yun and Xing Yu leaped up from their beds, not even stopping to put on clothes, as a continuous series of doors were slammed open in succession.

Nanny Yun leapt out of bed and hurried out, only to see a dark figure charging wildly towards the inner chamber.

"Thieves—," Nanny Yun shouted loudly, while Xing Yu had already dashed out. The intruder moved even faster, not clashing head-on with Xing Yu, but stumbled into the air, directly smashing through the door of the inner chamber. Qi Yu also tumbled to the floor, not bothering to get up, but crawled and rolled towards the bed where Zheng Nianru lay in the inner chamber.

Zheng Nianru, who had already been awakened, was wrapped in a blanket by Fu Dong and Nian Xia, panicked and clueless about what was happening. Nian Xia held a lamp post in her hand, ready to strike at any moment, and then she saw Qi Yu crawling in.

Fu Dong and Nian Xia were dumbfounded.

Qi Yu was the most promising guard in the Crown Prince’s Mansion, with the highest martial arts skills, overseeing the guards in the outer court. At this moment, his clothes were torn in several places and stained with dark red blood, in disarray.

Zheng Nianru was also startled, but she recognized the uniform of the Crown Prince’s Mansion’s guard leader on Qi Yu’s body without a doubt.

"Qi Yu, what happened?" Zheng Nianru was the first to calm down. He was not a thief. In fact, when Nanny Yun first shouted about thieves, Zheng Nianru already found it strange; at this time, she should be unnoticed, who would think of wasting manpower to kill her.

The first person Zheng Nianru thought of was Noble Consort Wen.

"Commandery Princess, I beg you, save His Highness," Qi Yu pleaded with bloodshot eyes that startled Zheng Nianru. Xing Yu had just stopped in her tracks, recognizing Qi Yu, and pulled up the already incapacitated Qi Yu.

Gasping for breath, Qi Yu had run all the way here, not feeling even the tears in his clothes caused by tree branches, looking as if he had rolled in mud and sand. Hearing Qi Yu mention Zheng Congyuan, Zheng Nianru had already rushed to Qi Yu’s side in one stride.

"What happened to Zheng Congyuan?" How could Zheng Congyuan be in trouble, who would kill him? He was the hope of Nanzheng State, and his reputation for wisdom and capability was undisputed. Unless he acted against himself, who could kill him?

"His Highness is gravely injured—" Before Qi Yu could finish, Zheng Nianru ran barefoot out the door.

"Commandery Princess—"

"Shoes." Nanny Yun held up her shoes, and Xing Yu, dragging Qi Yu, hurried to follow.

Realizing what was happening, Fu Dong and Nian Xia searched for clothes and cloaks; the Commandery Princess was wearing a thin garment, how could she go outside.

"Clang clang—" Zheng Nianru knocked over a series of pots in the corridor, and guards rushed over in haste, only to hastily retreat again, their heads almost hung to their chests.

Zhu Wen, hearing the noises, rushed out and saw a figure in white fluttering in the night breeze, like curtains billowing in the wind flown up by a night fairy, who passed by him directly into the study. Before Zhu Wen could even speak, a few more silhouettes hurried over, also ignoring him, and went straight in.

Just as Zhu Wen was about to speak, he saw Qi Yu carried on Xing Yu’s shoulder; Xing Yu didn’t waste words, and upon sight of anyone, she threw Qi Yu over, then directly followed inside.

"Commandery Princess—" Qi Ling hadn’t had the chance to make way before Zheng Nianru had already pushed past him and reached out to touch Zheng Congyuan’s head. Zheng Nianru’s hand trembled, and her gaze turned to Qi Ling on the ground.

"What happened to him?" Zheng Nianru’s voice shook uncontrollably. She had imagined countless endings for Zheng Congyuan’s life, and in any scenario without her future, to Zheng Nianru, it seemed a brilliant future, the most glorious future for Nanzheng State.

Who allowed him to fall critically ill now? Who permitted fate to be mocked so absurdly by the gods?

"His Highness was attacked by assassins, struck by an arrow in the shoulder," Qi Ling didn’t dare to hide the truth. "The Imperial Physician says His Highness’s condition is critical."

Nanny Yun’s hand trembled, hurriedly draping an outer garment over their own Commandery Princess. There were people everywhere.

The Imperial Physician, having been startled by Zheng Nianru’s rushing entrance, now came to his senses but was still curious about the identity of the newcomer. Qi Ling’s address had barely started with a word when the rest seemed to get stuck in his throat. Thus, even with a group of people on the ground, aside from Qi Ling, no one knew Zheng Nianru’s identity.

Zheng Nianru immediately felt the world spin, clutching Zheng Congyuan’s head in her arms.

"Why don’t you servants go die, failing to even protect your own master? Are those assassins monsters with three heads and six arms? Why are you standing here? You’re not dead, how could you let him get hurt?"

Nanny Yun dared not lift her head, squatting down carefully to clean the mud off Zheng Nianru’s feet and putting on her socks, even though being socked in front of so many men was, it was...

Fu Dong and Nian Xia, who had followed her in, were frightened by the number of people inside.

Zhu Wen, who also followed in, remained silent. Although he did not know the identity of the woman, he vaguely guessed that under the circumstances, her rushing in like this, and given that Qi Ling and Qi Yu clearly recognized her...

"It’s all the servant’s fault, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."

Zhu Wen frowned. Currently, there was no Crown Princess Consort in the Crown Prince’s Mansion, and though it was no big deal for the Crown Prince to have one or two concubines, Zhu Wen had not caught even a whiff of rumor about it.

Yet, even so, a concubine yelling at his disciple like this was utterly unreasonable.

By now, Zheng Nianru wasn’t looking at Qi Ling anymore; her panic forced a calmness upon her, and an idea crazily spread through her mind: even with her past life, she couldn’t gain any advantage.

"Handkerchief—" Behind Zheng Nianru, Nanny Yun hastily squeezed a cold towel and handed it over, while Fu Dong and Nian Xia hurried forward to help.

Nothing was the same; everything was different. He would still encounter danger in this unreliable life, becoming like this because of an assassination.

Why? Why? Zheng Nianru kept asking herself, feeling like she was the clown being mocked by fate. What advantage, what past life? All nonsense. He would die; he would perish without self-injury. In her arms, she could even feel the last bit of his life slipping away.

Just like...

The past life.

"Zheng Congyuan, listen to me, you can’t die. If you dare die, I’ll make sure you can’t rest in peace even as a ghost," Zheng Nianru murmured.

How ridiculous, how laughable, she had been so careful, so strategic, simply so he could have a better future—a future without her, wherein he could achieve great things, for his family and his country, and continue to live.

Within his stupor, Zheng Congyuan only felt an incredibly soft pair of hands on his body. He wanted to grasp them but couldn’t muster any strength. He opened his mouth trying to shout, but no sound would come out.

Zheng Congyuan could only let the figure in his mind gradually blur.

"Commandery Princess—" Nanny Yun’s eyes reddened; silly child, he’s the Crown Prince, and was always not meant to be with you...

The room was terrifyingly quiet, and an extreme solemnity of grief was rendered by Zheng Nianru standing in front of the bed to the point of being breathless. Qi Ling buried his head, daring not to look up or make any sound, wishing only to die like this.

Zheng Nianru suddenly stopped wiping, staring blankly at Zheng Congyuan. Qi Ling quickly approached.

"Imperial Physician, Imperial Physician,’’ Qi Ling shouted urgently.

The Imperial Physician rushed in, ensuing another round of chaos as the medicinal soup was poured in.

Holding Zheng Congyuan’s head, Zheng Nianru did everything she could, allowing no one else to come close, while Nanny Yun dared not persuade her otherwise, and neither did Qi Ling.

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