Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 156 The First Snow of Winter
Inside the tent.

The group used hot water to wipe the bloodstains off Jiang Lanye's body and then wrapped him in several layers of white cloth.

Song Yi walked over and looked at Jiang Lanye's pale, bloodless face. She turned around and slowly washed her hands, cleaning the bloodstains from them, before gently touching him.

The others made way for Song Yi, who sat on the bed, holding Jiang Lanye's hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "When can we apply the medicine to him?"

"Your Majesty's most urgent task now is to stop the bleeding, otherwise even if you use hemostatic powder, it will be washed away by the blood flowing from the wound. We will apply the medicine tonight."

Song Yi nodded slowly, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the question that frightened her.

"Your Majesty, he...he can."

Before the words were even finished, the military doctor quickly said, "Your Majesty, although the wound is very serious this time, His Majesty has always been strong and healthy. Moreover, before the accident today, I took His Majesty's pulse early this morning and found that it was stronger and more powerful than usual. As long as we control the wound, prevent infection, and stop the bleeding, he will definitely recover."

Song Yi whispered, "But His Majesty bled more blood this time than during the last assassination attempt."

Upon hearing her words, the group all lowered their heads in silence, unsure of what to say.

Xie Ling, who was standing to the side, also had tears in her eyes.

Song Yi looked at him and suddenly asked, "Xie Ling, in the years since His Majesty ascended the throne, has he encountered several assassination attempts?"

Xie Ling paused, pursed his lips, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, but this is unavoidable. Becoming an emperor means constantly putting yourself in a dangerous situation."

"Your Majesty, this time it was our fault. We held swords but failed to protect our monarch. We were right at the door, but we didn't expect it when we came in."

Recalling that scene, Song Yi murmured, "Xie Ling, that assassin was very strange. He had a curved knife hidden at his waist, his moves were strange, and his whole body was exceptionally flexible, like a venomous snake."

The incident happened suddenly, and the space inside the tent was extremely small. Jiang Lanye was unable to distance himself from him. Once they got close, his arm was like a snake, able to avoid the sword's edge at an unpredictable angle.

Song Yi realized that he was aiming for Jiang Lanye's heart, but fortunately Jiang Lanye reacted quickly and was only injured in the abdomen.

When this was brought up, Xie Ling couldn't help but ask:

"Your Majesty, why didn't you and His Majesty notice the assassin approaching at the time?"

Jiang Lanye's senses are always sharp, how could this be?
Song Yi involuntarily recalled the scene when she looked up and saw a hideous smiling face, which frightened her so much that her heart skipped a beat.

"Because...because it's really weird. How can he walk without making the slightest sound? It's like he's dead, as if he doesn't exist at all!"

She was somewhat agitated, looking at Xie Ling and asking, "Xie Ling, can you understand? If I hadn't felt his sinister gaze at the time, His Majesty would have felt the same way. His gaze was so direct and chilling that His Majesty noticed it and quickly looked away."

Otherwise, that scimitar would have mercilessly pierced his heart.

Thinking about this, Song Yi still felt lingering fear.

Xie Ling frowned and said in a low voice, "So, that person must have been a specially trained assassin. Ordinary people couldn't do that. It's really strange that His Majesty only noticed him when he got close to you."

"But that assassin clearly looks like someone from the Central Plains. If he was an assassin sent by the Northern Qiang, when exactly did he come from?"

Song Yi shook her head; she was extremely tired and completely unable to think.

After working for a long time, the group prepared medicine for Jiang Lanye, watched Song Yi feed it to him, sighed helplessly, and left for the time being.

There was no one else in the tent. Song Yi carefully pulled the blanket up for Jiang Lanye, covering him completely, and murmured softly:

"Jiang Lanye, I always want to take you back, to my world. If you could hear what I'm saying, you probably wouldn't understand."

A bitter smile crossed Song Yi's lips.

“In that world, I didn’t have anyone I was particularly attached to, but I had many good friends. Because of them, I was always very carefree and didn’t feel sad about the passing of my loved ones.”

“I’ve never told you this before, but I actually have a very kind aunt who raised me. Later, she had her own family, so I left her and now live in a cozy little house with many, many friends around me. I live happily and freely every day.” As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder, if you were from that era, would you also be very cheerful and not like this now?"

"My world is beautiful and peaceful; no one will come out to assassinate you."

She choked up for a moment, and two tears fell onto the back of his hand.

"I waited for you to wake up last time, and I can wait again this time."

However, the situation this time is clearly much more severe than the last time.

Song Yi felt a little flustered.

“I finally managed to take care of you for a few days, and it seemed like you were getting much healthier than before, but then this happened.”

"I will stay by your side for the next few days, I will stay with you all the time."

Then, the people outside came in.

They also needed to keep an eye on Jiang Lanye at all times, administering acupuncture, taking his pulse, and observing his wounds.

Xie Ling looked at Song Yi and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, where is Zuo Sheng?"

"He just rode off on his horse, saying he was going to kill those barbarians."

Xie Ling clenched her fist, but ultimately, not knowing what to say, she let go of it.

Song Yi said absentmindedly, "Xie Ling, I don't think he will come back."

Xie Ling gritted her teeth and said, "How could he possibly have the face to come back?"

"What I mean is that he will likely continue to fight over there until the very last moment of his life."

Xie Ling was taken aback, but ultimately said nothing and returned to silence.

"By the way, what did His Majesty say to you before he fell into a coma?"

Xie Ling was actually worried about leaving again.

Song Yi noticed his hesitation and said, "Everyone must obey His Majesty's decree. I know you are worried about His Majesty, but the most urgent matter now is the war at the front."

"Before I leave, I will send soldiers to guard the entrance of this tent in shifts. No one except Her Majesty and these military doctors is allowed to enter."

Song Yi nodded, "That's fine too."

"General Xie, it's snowing outside. Please be careful on your journey."

Xie Ling gave Song Yi a deep look; he was always uneasy.

"Take care, Your Majesty!"

Two days later.

The heavy snow continued for two days in a row, turning the earth into a vast expanse of white, which was quickly covered by snow.

She walked in from outside, rubbed her hands together, looked at Jiang Lanye lying on the bed, and muttered softly:

"If you were awake, you would definitely be warming my hands right now."

(End of this chapter)