C31

Spirit Blessings Palace was quiet, the servants waiting at the side did not say anything.

After Yun Kexin entered the cloud, she finally said something. All of the female servants hurriedly bowed and greeted her, "Greetings, Third King. Third King, Ji An. Nice to meet you!"

"Cough, cough, cough …" There were a few muffled coughs in the tent and she said weakly, "Has Sister come?"

Yun Duan waved her hand to let the servants off. She took the curtain and entered. Seeing that the busy road had been reduced to skin and bones for the past two months, Yun Duan sat down by his bedside and stretched out her hand to shake his hand. "Do you feel better today?"

"How come Sister has lost so much weight?" Lou Cheng did not answer. He looked at Yun Duan from head to toe, and then said, "How come she has lost so much weight?"

Yun Duan curled his lips when he heard this. "I'm fine!"

The old man's hands were clasped tightly in the clouds, and his entire person was filled with a sickly sense of dejection. His face, which resembled that of the Immersed Emperor, had already lost its shape.

"Sister, how is it?"

Yun Duan shook her head, and lowered it with guilt, "Sister, you are useless. The Misty King is not willing to leave the valley!"

He laughed lightly, taunting her with some heartache: "Originally, I should be the one running this trip, but a girl like sister is about to make a public appearance. Ten thousand palaces and ten thousand miles away from the Cloud Valley, I am truly sorry, sister!"

His eyes turned red as he spoke. For the clouds, for himself, for this fate that he was unable to escape from.

"Cough, cough …" "Cough, cough …"

The busy road suddenly started to cough violently, but it seemed like it was useless for Yun Duan to help him. He coughed until his face turned blue, shocking Yun Duan who was watching.

"Someone, call the doctor! Quickly!"

"Cough, cough, cough …" "Elder sister, there's no need. Cough cough …"

The long face was pale and blue and red. Yun Duan held his hand tightly and helped him sit up against her.

"How are you, Chunlai?"

"Puff …" A mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth. With a few coughs, blood splattered across Yun Duan's face. She shouted, "Where's the doctor?"

The old doctor scrambled in, and even before he could do anything, he grabbed his wrists. Yun Duan clenched her teeth tightly. She could feel the people in her embrace exhaling more and breathing less, as if they could not last for more than a second.

"Third, third king, Ji, quickly put down the sixth prince. He is stuck in a state of depression, this old man will quickly begin acupuncture!"

With the help of her servant girl, Yun Duan slowly laid down the road ahead of her. Her body was taut like a string, she no longer had any relatives, not even a single person. The road was the only person that she could feel close to, she did not want to lose him.

He coughed a few more times, and Yun Duan took the handkerchief from the servant girl's hands with a frown. She sat down in front of the bed and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Sister, I'm fine!"

"…"

Yun Duan's heart was heavy, the strength of her underling was light, she nodded slightly and said, "Mmm, the journey will definitely get better!"

At this moment, she didn't know what to say in order to suppress the sadness in her heart.

Although the old doctor was trembling, his acupuncture was very stable. Slowly, his expression became less livid. He slowly closed his eyes as he breathed in and out. This illness had drained him of all his energy and was tiring.

Yun Duan tightly gripped her busy hands. She silently watched the old doctor pricking the needle, as well as his weak and pale face.

After a while, the man fell asleep. After the old doctor's needle was pierced, Yun Duan gently let go of the man's hand and followed him out of the room.

"What's the situation now?"

Yun Duan looked towards the old doctor with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, even though she knew the outcome would be dire.

The old physician shook his head and said in a low voice, "This old official can only use medicine to hang the Sixth Prince's life!"

Yun Duan's hands stiffened, "Is there really nothing we can do?"

She had asked herself and asked Emperor Chen these words, but they were both silent and deathly still.

"Third King, Ji, the Sixth Prince forced himself to hold his breath because he was waiting for you. Now that you're back, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on any longer!"

"Impossible!" She shook her head with a pained expression. "Impossible!"

She wanted to live a good life, she didn't want to lose him.

She had already lost enough.

The old physician walked to a nearby stool and sat down. Then, he took out a piece of xuan paper and spread it open. "This old official shall prescribe some more medicine and try to keep the sixth prince alive for as long as possible!"

Yun Duan bit her lips. Her eyes were slightly red and there was dried blood on her cheeks.

She looked at the old doctor and murmured, "But he's in pain!"

He was tormented and tormented like this. If he was not born in a royal family, he might have been able to become a normal happy mortal. At the very least, he would be healthy and not worry about anything.

"Third King, this is my life. No one can do anything about it!"

Yun Duan took a deep breath and sat down in front of the old doctor. The servant girl lowered her eyes and poured some tea for Yun Duan, and Qiong Ying brought a wet handkerchief over to Yun Duan's side. She whispered in a pained voice, "Master, let me wipe your face. There's blood!"

Yun Duan nodded and did not say anything.

She stayed in the Spirit Palace until very late at night before she left. Her heart was heavy and her body was getting worse every day, but there was nothing she could do.

On the second day, it was snowing heavily and the clouds were still standing in front of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion. Qin Ni tried to persuade her a few times but to no avail. Qiong Ying draped a cloak over her shoulders and said worriedly, "Mistress, you just returned to the palace the day before yesterday. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet, you should just lie down in the palace!"

Yun Duan turned a deaf ear to him, she thought, in the end, what is fate? She had survived in such a gloomy place like the Desolate Mountain, but in this gigantic palace, she did not lack in food or clothing, she was rich and powerful, she had everything she needed, but why, why was she not able to live well, why did the heavens insist on taking his life?

Was it because he was Chen Emperor's son? Was it because he was born in the royal family?

However, it was also true that since the children of the Ancient Emperor's family were ill-fated and of an extremely high status, they were almost shoulder to shoulder with the heavens. Thus, the burden of their lives was as heavy as a mountain, and when disaster befell them, they would have to bear the brunt of it as well.

It seemed bright and beautiful, but in reality, it was desolate and empty. Besides betrayal and scheming, there was nothing else in the end.

This was the royal family, and she, despite knowing it, did not turn back.

She did not have any way out, and no one gave her any way out. She could only move forward and fight with her life on the line.

"Qin Ni, find two sets of men's clothes!"

Qin Nei was stunned. She looked at Qiong Ying who clearly did not understand what she meant. She blinked her eyes and asked doubtfully, "Master, what is this?"

"I want to leave the palace!"

"…"

Why did he leave the palace with such a heavy snow?

"Does Mistress need to buy something?" After all, it was such a cold day and Master's body was thin. If she could not leave the palace, she would try her best not to go out.

Yun Duan cast a sidelong glance at Qin Ni, and said with an indifferent expression, "Go and prepare!"

Qin Ni was startled, and the formless pressure caused her to subconsciously nod her head: "Yes!"

Usually, Yun Duan treated the people of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion fairly well. She wasn't that cold, but she would sometimes unconsciously carry a bit of hostility with her, so she didn't realize what was wrong. It was only today that Qin Ni felt the pressure of someone in a higher position, and even a single glance would cause one's hair to stand on end.

Qiong Ying looked at Yun Duan who was disguised as an ordinary young master, and then looked at her manservant's outfit. She thought for a while, then went over to the side of the cloud and asked carefully, "Mistress, why are we leaving the palace today?"

The clouds were swaying from the shaking of the carriage. The sound of the carriage didn't make him say anything. He lifted the curtain and looked out. The whole world was covered in white, and the pavilions and pavilions were covered in a hazy mist of snow.

Yun Duan stretched out her hand to catch a few flakes of snow. The ice was so cold that even her tentacles were polarized. She suddenly thought of that person in the Upper Cloud Valley. Like the snow that covered the sky, he was clean and safe.

The carriage headed towards the Prince's Mansion. However, he didn't get out of the carriage even after reaching the end of the road. He just sent his guard to call for the door. Not long after, only Chang Feng came out.

Only Changfeng walked to the side of the horse carriage and bowed, "I didn't know that Wang Sanji was driving far away to welcome you, I hope you can atone for your sins!"

Yun Duan opened the curtain and glanced at the wind, her red lips curled up, "As long as Your Highness doesn't mind, then it's fine. Where did you get your redemption from?"

Only Changfeng smiled. Seeing that Yun Duan had no intention of getting off the carriage and was dressed like a young master from a normal family, he thought of something and asked, "Is there anywhere else the third prince wants to go?"

Yun Duan nodded, "I want to eat roasted chicken. I wonder if Crown Prince Changfeng would like to lead the way to a place with a better reputation. Would you like to drink with me for the rest of my life?"

Only Long Wind's black eyes glimmered with surprise. However, when he lowered his gaze, he had already cleared away all his emotions, leaving behind a faint yet comfortable smile.

"That would be the honor of Changfeng!"

The carriage was swaying. Yun Duan looked at it, thought for a while and then asked, "Are you on good terms with the busy road?"

Only Long Feng was stunned for a moment before nodding his head, "Yes, the Sixth Prince is seriously ill. Normally, if I get something good, I would bring it to let him have a look. Since he can't leave the palace, I can only accompany him and talk for a while when I have time!"

Yun Duan nodded, her eyes staring at the black carpet. It seemed that Qin Ni had put in a lot of effort for her. This carpet was not something that a normal person should have.

Qiongying looked at the clouds with her big eyes, then at Venerable Wind, then back again, quietly playing with her fingers.

"Was his illness sudden?"

"When I found out, he was already very ill for one night. The princes all went there one after the other, and the Sixth Prince's physician said that it was fate!"

He only had a vague idea of what was going on. He had no idea if something was wrong, but by the time he realized it, the sixth prince was already sick.