The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 1427 - 1440: Seeking Immortality (Part 4)

At the same time, in the eastern capital city, within the lavish and splendid palace, through the layers of curtains, the man lying on the carved yellow pear wood bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The eunuch waiting by his side noticed his master’s change immediately and exclaimed in delight, "The Second Prince has awakened, quickly, quickly report to His Majesty."

Haojun God sat up, and because his movement was too sudden, it triggered a series of coughs, the force seemingly capable of coughing out his heart and lungs. Bright red drops splattered on the velveteen made from Heavenly Silk Worms.

Haojun God’s brow furrowed tightly as he quickly examined his body; to his surprise, his Divine Monarch soul had fallen into a mere mortal’s body.

However, this body was born with a sword body; it was just a pity that because the spirit root was too good, the mortal frame couldn’t endure such qualifications, thus rendering the body frail.

Su Li was indeed correct, she and that former woman truly weren’t the same person anymore.

At least, the wife he knew wasn’t as ruthless.... ruthless to herself, but more ruthless to others.

She actually forced him to this point.

Suddenly, the purple-gold light in Haojun God’s eyes flickered rapidly, just for a moment, feeling the power of the rules, Haojun God’s face changed dramatically, that woman....

He quickly cast a spell on himself, placing a restriction on his divine soul at the last moment.

When his pupils scattered and then gathered again, the icy look on his face swiftly dissipated, leaving only deep confusion and bewilderment.

But soon, the memories in his mind reminded him of his identity: he was the second son of the Emperor of the Xilin Dynasty.

Weak and sickly from a young age, he had long given up on succeeding to the throne as Li Yizhe, the Second Prince.

However, he vaguely felt a sense of incongruity, shaking his head, covering his stifled and uncomfortable chest, he mocked himself: indeed, after being sick for so long, even his mind has become blurry.

Through the curtains, Li Yizhe weakly asked, "Nan Shi, how long did I sleep this time?"

The eunuch, excited yet adhering to the rules, respectfully stood to the side, and upon hearing his master’s question, responded somewhat sadly, "Your Highness, this time you slept for a month."

Li Yizhe said calmly, "The duration of my comas has lengthened again. Perhaps, as Changqing Taoist said, this body indeed won’t live past twenty. I only hope that Father won’t worry about me."

"Master..." Nan Shi, hearing his master’s pessimistic words, was slightly unstable in tone and said anxiously, "Master, please don’t say that, we still have other hopes."

"The best physicians and taoists of the Xilin Dynasty have been invited to the Imperial Palace to diagnose me. To have held on this long is all due to precious herbs keeping me alive. I know my body has reached its limit."

"No, master, there are other methods.... In the folk, there’s a saying about warding off evil by marriage; as long as we find a girl whose birthday characters match His Highness’s, it might work..."

Li Yizhe was just about to laugh at his eunuch’s desperation when the booming voice of a man came in, "Go, let the people of Suantian Palace calculate my son’s and the birth characters, and we must find a girl who can ward off evil for him. This girl will be received with the official wife ceremony of a prince."

Looking in the direction of the voice, it was unknown when His Majesty arrived, quietly standing at the entrance of the palace, silently.

No one knew how much of the conversation between the Second Prince and the eunuch he overheard.

Seeing him eagerly instructing the Grand Steward beside him to find a girl to ward off evil showed that he heard all the conversation.

Li Yizhe struggled to rise from the bed, and His Majesty was startled, rushing over in giant strides, holding his son’s hand, admonishing, "Your health is poor, why bother with these formalities between us father and son."

Li Yizhe: "Sorry for troubling Father again."

His Majesty seriously scrutinized his son’s complexion, his heart aching: as the ruler of Xilin, possessing all the world’s wealth and power, yet unable to save his most beloved son’s life. Watching helplessly as his son grew weaker by the day, powerless to act.

For even a shred of hope, no matter how delusive, he would not give up.

"Don’t worry, with Father here, I will not let anything happen to you."

Li Yizhe still wanted to speak, but His Majesty shook his head, "Zhe’er, you rest first; the Imperial Physician will come to check on you soon. Father will make a trip to Suantian Palace."

Li Yizhe: "Father, do you truly believe in Nan Shi’s words? Actually, there’s no need; it would be a shame to delay a good girl’s prospects."

Nan Shi timely interjected, "Your Highness, how do you know those girls aren’t willing? Perhaps they’d be quite pleased." The title of an official wife to a prince is not something everyone can remain indifferent to.

Li Yizhe felt a vague repulsion to this, but the feeling quickly passed, disappearing before he could grasp the fleeting insight in his mind.

He smiled faintly, only able to go along with his father, "Then I’ll trouble Father once more."

At this moment, His Majesty was merely an ordinary father, unwilling to give up on any method to allow his child to live on.

Li Yizhe too desired to live; though constantly ill, living was difficult, he still did not want to die.

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The news of the Second Prince awakening in the capital spread like a little whirlwind, reaching the ears of various powerful families, causing a small-scale sensation, yet having nothing to do with the Su Family in a small town far away.

With the capabilities of Mr. Su, a fifth-rank official, nobility was far removed from their lives.

Su Li lazily changed her clothes, then slowly opened her palm. In the center of her hand appeared a vivid green, small, like a melon seed kernel, crystalline and translucent, as if painted with the finest brush strokes.

It’s likely that Haojun God wouldn’t have imagined that what he thought was the destruction of the World Tree was, in fact, the tree’s self-protection. Its core vanished into the void, attracted by the Ancient Su Family’s aura, transforming into a seed and entering Su Li’s body.

In ancient times, outsiders knew little about the World Tree, let alone today’s world.

Su Li knew of this divine skill of the World Tree through inherited memories; Haojun God and the others knew far too little about the World Tree.

Hearing the chaos outside, with footsteps and mixed voices of men and women, Su Li slowly closed her palm, stood up, and walked outside.

In the yard, her maids were already kneeling in rows on the ground. A pair of elegant and beautiful middle-aged couple were followed by a large group of servants.

The identities of these two people were self-evident.

The head of the Su Family and Madam.

Meaning the original owner’s biological father and stepmother, Su XiuYu and Ye Zhiru.

Su XiuYu kept two elegant beards, but at the moment they were curling upwards in anger, his expression stern and eyes wide, looking at her as if facing an enemy.

The annoyance and disgust in his eyes were undisguised; luckily, Ye Zhiru next to him was holding him tightly, preventing him from immediately rushing up and slapping his malicious daughter a few times.