Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 387 - 386: It turns out, he also has a dream in his heart

Chapter 387: Chapter 386: It turns out, he also has a dream in his heart

Liujin arranged for a doctor to watch over Feng Yexuan, before hurriedly bringing Chu Qianli to Feng Wuya’s room.

Feng Wuya had been unconscious for three days, and it was now the third evening.

As soon as Chu Qianli arrived, she began by auscultating and taking his pulse, which indeed was as Liujin had described, faint but finally stabilizing.

But he just wouldn’t wake up.

"Miss Chu, that day when you wouldn’t wake up, Prince Xiaoyao he..."

Liujin thought for a moment, then decided not to tell her the truth.

If she tried to do what Prince Xiaoyao did, hurting herself to wake the Prince, wouldn’t he bear the sin?

The atmosphere at the Prince Residence had been gloomy, with too many people already hurt.

Chu Qianli herself was still recovering from internal injuries.

Let there be no more harm done.

Fortunately, during these days, the fourteenth lord accompanied the Empress Dowager on a pilgrimage for blessings.

Otherwise, if the fourteenth lord saw what the fourth and fifth brothers looked like, who knew how much more distress it would bring.

Chu Qianli retracted her long fingers and took out silver needles.

Liujin immediately said, "All the acupoints that might stimulate awakening, I’ve tried them all, to no avail."

Chu Qianli paused with her fingertips, gazed downward at the silver needles in her hand, and eventually put them away.

Given the pulse, there really was no need for needles.

Though his body was frail from prolonged illness, the state of his pulse wasn’t so critical as to require emergency treatment.

But why wouldn’t he wake up?

"Wuya, is there something troubling your heart? If you wake up and speak about it, maybe we could all try and see if we can help you?"

Modern psychology once taught that if a patient’s condition is normal but they still won’t wake up, it could be because they don’t want to wake up.

For some reason, they don’t want to confront everything in reality.

Is Feng Wuya in such a state right now?

"Wuya, do you remember what you once said? You said you wanted to compose a piece, one that captures the spirit of the rivers and lakes, and the essence of a carefree life."

"I haven’t figured out the duet part yet... the counter melody you mentioned, but I’ve played around with your piece, would you like to hear it?"

From the brief time Chu Qianli and Feng Wuya spent together, it seemed Feng Wuya truly had no significant passions.

His only hobby, perhaps, was playing music.

Maybe it was because he knew deep down that no matter what he liked, in the end, he would achieve nothing due to his condition.

Yet, music was different.

Beautiful music could not only heal oneself but others as well.

She took out her harmonica and, recalling the tune Feng Wuya had taught her earlier, began to play it slowly.

Liujin didn’t know if it would help but could only closely observe Feng Wuya’s expressions.

But it seemed there was no response at all.

Leaning against the headboard, Chu Qianli initially started playing the tune to wake him up.

But as she played, for some reason, images began forming in her mind.

A man in white, with his trousers rolled up, wading in a brook, catching fish.

The scenes sometimes changed, but it was still that man in white whose elegance compelled extra attentiveness, quickening one’s heartbeat.

He was hunting.

After catching a dark-furred hare, he happily put away his hunting bow, picked up the hare, and headed down the mountain.

His steps were fast and light, his mood buoyant.

He then returned to the foot of the mountain, to the little wooden hut, and pushed the door open: "My wife, I’m back. How about we have braised hare for dinner tonight?"

The music stopped suddenly.

Chu Qianli turned her head, looking at the man lying on the bed.

After his brow trembled fiercely for a moment, he actually, opened his eyes.

Liujin was so shocked that he dared not breathe too hard.

It was just a single piece of music! Prince Xiaoyao had really awakened!

He had expended so much energy, yet was defeated by a simple tune.

Was the Mandarinfish Poisonous Insect really that powerful, or was it that this piece of music held such great magic?

"Ali?" Feng Wuya furrowed his brows, attempting to rise, but found himself completely devoid of strength.

Liujin immediately went over to support him, "Prince, you have been unconscious for almost three days and nights. Now that you have awakened, your spiritual qi has not yet recovered. Do not make any rash movements."

"You will collapse from weakness, best lie down first." Chu Qianli put away her harmonica and poured a cup of water.

Together with Liujin, they carefully helped Feng Wuya sit up and drink it.

It took a while before Feng Wuya’s spirits improved somewhat, and he immediately looked at Chu Qianli, "Ali, my piece isn’t finished yet."

"The small part at the end, I just made up myself, I was just trying it out."

"That’s exactly the feeling I want, that score!"

Feng Wuya was so excited that he wished he could immediately take out the harmonica and try the latter part she had just connected.

Chu Qianli smiled and said, "Wait until you’re better, and then we can try playing the music together. Right now, your spiritual qi is seriously damaged, you don’t have enough breath, and it certainly won’t sound good."

"I’m fine." He really wasn’t in much trouble.

The wounds on his arm had been taken care of by Liujin three days ago, and they didn’t hurt him anymore.

"Still, you must rest for another two days."

Chu Qianli coaxed him, and finally got him to agree to rest for two more days.

After instructing Liujin to prepare some thin porridge and liquid food, Chu Qianli left Feng Wuya’s room.

Liujin personally saw her out.

Once they were some distance away, Chu Qianli spoke softly to Liujin, "Don’t tell him about Lord Yexuan’s situation for now, let him rest and recuperate quietly for two days."

"I understand," Liujin nodded.

Now, whatever Chu Qianli said, he would listen. After all, she was indeed the Divine Doctor!

"As for the Prince..."

"I will do my utmost to ensure his recovery," Chu Qianli said, a promise to herself as well!

Liujin exhaled, also feeling helpless at the moment, "Alright, if there’s anything you need, have someone call for me. For these two days, I’ll take care of Prince Xiaoyao and Commandery Princess Pingyue."

"For the Prince, I’ll rely on you, my lady!"

"Alright."

Chu Qianli immediately returned to Feng Yexuan’s bedroom.

On the way back, her mind inadvertently drifted to the visions she had during her performance.

Wuya’s piece, Wuya’s wish...

It was surprising how everyone desired to be the Emperor, ruler of the world, while this Prince Xiaoyao’s wish was simply to be an ordinary farmer.

In his dreams, he even had a wife.

Only she hadn’t seen who his wife was.

It turned out that even those perceived as pure and free from desires held dreams of their own.

In reality, anyone with flesh and blood couldn’t possibly be without dreams.

He just never spoke of them, because he knew his time was short and he had no chance of realizing his dreams.

This guy was also pitiful.

Just as she turned the corner of the corridor and not yet reached Feng Yexuan’s bedroom, Chu Qianli saw Leng Ji with a greatly changed expression, rushing towards her in haste.

Her heart clenched with a sudden sharp pain, "Has something happened to Yexuan?"

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