The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 1453 - 1465: Seeking Immortality (30)
His Princess Consort, feeling guilty, was nonetheless resolute in her actions, not even trembling as she moved.
Due to the pain, blood seeped from his tightly clenched teeth. The Princess Consort gently wiped it clean with a handkerchief, softly comforting him, "Don’t be afraid, my lord, it will only hurt for a moment."
A strong will to live prompted him to swat away the Second Prince Consort’s hand and stumble toward the exit with his wound clutched tightly.
Everything will be fine once he gets outside, where the guards sent by his father await to protect him.
But then, another sword pierced his back.
Lowering his head, he could see the tip of the sword protruding through his body.
"A hundred days’ affection for a day of marriage, yet have you no feelings for me at all? Must you truly seek my death?"
"If you wish to pursue your great path, divorcing me would suffice. I cherish and value you, you know I have never refused any of your requests..."
"That won’t do." The Princess Consort whispered sweetly into her lord’s ear, "To cultivate the Dao, one must be free of distractions, and you are my tether, which I will personally sever."
"I’m sorry, in the next life, I will repay you."
The two swords had pierced his chest, and the blood was unending. He slowly began to feel drowsiness overwhelm him.
Death was approaching. In his stupor, he seemed to see the Princess Consort downing a bowl of black potion in one gulp.
He also heard her cold-heartedly say, "I said I would completely sever worldly attachments, leaving nothing behind. Child, you shall leave with your father."
Where the strength came from, he did not know, but suddenly he was energized for a moment, his bloodied palm clutching the Princess Consort’s ankle tightly, using the last of his strength to ask, "Do you, do you not regret this?"
"No regrets."
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In a dream, Li Yizhe, filled with resentment, fell into darkness, and lying on his bed, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of heart blood.
Seeing the man’s breath rapidly weaken, the others continued administering medicine and acupuncture, yet they could not pull him back from the brink of death.
"The Second Prince... he’s... gone..." The dejected Imperial Physicians shook their heads, trembling as they walked out.
The waiting Emperor, hearing this news, staggered a few times, unable to accept it and fainted.
Once again, chaos erupted in the palace.
No one knew that in the inner chamber, where the Second Prince had just been declared deceased, he suddenly reanimated.
A black rune emerged from his body, transforming into black starlight that entered his body.
Li Yizhe’s eyes snapped open, revealing a rapidly spinning black vortex within, and his previously halted heart resumed beating.
With the intrusion of the Divine Monarch’s memories and the inability to bear his vast Divine Soul, Li Yizhe’s body was breaking apart, bleeding along the cracks.
Seeing that his body was about to collapse, a small sword, about a finger length, emerged from Li Yizhe’s brow, hovering along his body.
Wherever the small sword moved, the body’s damage was gradually repaired.
However, with each flash of the sword, its light dimmed. By the time the damage to the body was fully stopped, the sword had become dull and rusty, shrinking to the size of a pinky knuckle.
Upon reopening his eyes, Haojun God returned.
But compared to before, something was different about him.
Couldn’t quite pinpoint the change, it was just.... he was both the Divine Monarch and Li Yizhe.
Though unwilling to admit it, Li Yizhe’s identity indeed had some impact on him, especially.... the life he lived in the dream, Haojun God suddenly felt as if he had truly experienced it.
The pain and despair in the dream were vivid. Just thinking about it made his heart instinctively contract, wrenching with severe pain.
"In the next life, I will repay you, in the next life...." Haojun God suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears flowed.
In his memory, he too had once said these words to a woman.
"Indeed, I must repay in the next life."
Realizing his loss of control, Haojun God finally acknowledged that Li Yizhe’s mortal identity influenced him more than he had imagined.
He forcibly suppressed the taste of blood in his mouth, pinching his fingers in an attempt to sever the part that belonged to Li Yizhe.
However, every time he thought of it, his Divine Soul ached intensely.
He and Li Yizhe were too deeply integrated; only on the day this body dies would he be completely detached.
Yet now, since he had awakened, even though Li Yizhe’s body was weak and frail due to the sword body, with his Divine Soul as support, it would not be so easy to die.
"Su Li, well done...." Filled with a vengeance that returns every deed of the past to himself today.
Haojun God’s eyes were full of gnashing hatred, and on closer inspection, one could detect the resentful energy.
Recalling the day he stabbed a sword into Lady Su’s abdomen, the child within never had a chance to be born... Haojun God’s spirit was in tumult, his vision darkening.
The raging emotions were buried deep in his heart, not knowing when they would burst forth.
The movement in the inner chamber had severely frightened those outside, one unfortunate soul was kicked outside and tremulously came in to check.
Upon seeing the Second Prince, who was already sitting up in bed, the scream at their lips erupted. Meeting the Second Prince’s abyss-like dark gaze, they rolled their eyes and fainted.
The news of the Second Prince’s awakening was immediately spread, and the Emperor was overjoyed.
But after the joy, there was worry.
Due to that incident caused by the Tang Family, the Imperial Family’s control over the Xilin Dynasty was far less than before.
The resentment among the people boiled over, and uprisings were erupting, seeking to overthrow the rule of the Li Dynasty.
Only his father was genuinely happy about Zhe’er’s awakening in the entire Dynasty.
The others, perhaps, wished for Zhe’er to have died, even blaming everything on him.
The Xilin Dynasty had been governed by the Li Dynasty and the Four Major Families for too long, to the point of decay.... even without him negotiating with the people and the Tang Family, the Dynasty was already precarious.
From thirty years ago, when various big and small families attacked the Tang Family, it was known that the Dynasty had taken the wrong path, beyond saving.
Pitiful is his son, finally awakening, yet facing another difficult situation.
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Meanwhile, the missing Tang Family appeared over the Black Dead Sea.
A flower boat, surrounded by multi-colored fragrant mist, separated the black mist of the Dead Sea from the flower boat.
The flower boat swayed forward on the Dead Sea, with every wave seemingly about to engulf it, yet it arduously withstood every challenge.
It was breathtaking to watch.
However, entering the interior of the flower boat would reveal that the people inside were laughing, relaxed, and unfazed by the formidable waves outside.
Little ones in white dresses leaned against the boat’s railing, gently blowing out soft breaths, releasing either pale pink, green, or blue mists with their breath.
The colors they exhaled indicated the new types of Combined Fragrance they had developed.
Su Li always felt something was off about these little ones.
Why did they all act like alluring demons, preferring to exhale with their mouths? Did they see themselves as walking human spray machines? Fortunately, they all had fresh breath, no bad odors.
