My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

Cui Hongjing slowly opened his eyes.

In front of me, there is a blurry figure, a woman.

"Xue'er..." He moved his lips and made two sounds.

The woman in front of him had a gentle look in her eyes, and her soft fingertips gently stroked his cheek, "Jing'er, it's me."

Her voice is very sweet, like a mother calling her child softly.

Cui Hongjing's somewhat sluggish pupils gradually focused on the woman in front of him, "Aunt Wan?"

He wanted to get up, but he felt a pain in his body.

He lowered his head slightly and saw that his chest was wrapped with layers of gauze.

The memory gradually came back.

The female killer had a cruel smile on her face.

If he had not been injured on the battlefield the day before, he might not be a match for Xinruo.

Then he remembered that he seemed to fall asleep and had been sleeping ever since.

But in my dream, I seemed to hear Mei Xueer's voice.

Was it a dream? Or an illusion?

He smiled bitterly in his heart: Is it possible that I am missing her so much that I am going crazy? This is a military camp, why would she appear here?

"Aunt Wan, will you blame me?"

Imperial Concubine Wan had tears in her eyes and shook her head, "How could it be? Child, you have had it so hard. No one understands the pain in your heart better than me... I thought I would never see you again, never be able to talk to you again..."

Cui Hongjing reached out his hand to wipe the tears from Concubine Wan's cheek, "Aunt Wan, don't cry. I'm fine, aren't I?"

Concubine Wan held his hand tightly and placed it on her cheek, "Child, you have grown up. If your mother were still alive, she would be happy to see you leading the army to fight on the battlefield..."

As Concubine Wan spoke, she was already sobbing.

Cui Hongjing's eyes dimmed.

Yes, if mother were still alive, I might have taken a completely different path.

A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

It's time to let my mother rest in peace.

The two talked for a while, and then Zhuang Xiang hurried over with Wang Li.

"Old sir——" Zhuang Xiang bowed respectfully again.

Wang Li came over to take his pulse, checked him, and then slowly said, "The prince's physical foundation is different from that of ordinary people, so he was able to wake up so quickly."

"How long have I slept?" Cui Hongjing asked in confusion.

"Your Highness, you have been in a coma for eight days since the day you were injured." Zhuang Xiang said quickly.

"Don't worry, the prince is fine now. He just needs to rest slowly and he will be back to normal within a month." Wangli said.

"Thank you, old man, for saving my life." Cui Hongjing knew how serious his injuries were, and he knew it must be the miracle doctor in front of him who saved him.

Wang Li quickly waved his hands, "Don't thank me, I wasn't the one who saved you."

Cui Hongjing's eyes swept across the faces of the people in front of him one by one, "Who is it? Allow me to thank you in person."

"Yes, yes..." Zhuang Xiang hesitated to speak.

He didn't dare let the prince know Mei Xueer's current condition, otherwise, the prince would go crazy, and his injuries might even worsen.

Cui Hongjing was stunned for a moment. When he thought about himself being unconscious, he seemed to hear a voice in a trance, and a light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

He asked tentatively: "It's Xue'er? Right, it's her, right?"

No one spoke, their eyes avoided.

After a brief silence, Wang Li finally couldn't help but said, "Yes - but you can't do it now..."

Before Wang Li could finish his words, Cui Hongjing rushed out of the tent like a gust of wind.

He was barefoot and didn't even have time to put on shoes.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, then turned back and grabbed Zhuang Xiang, "Where is she? Take me there quickly."

Zhuang Xiang sighed and wanted to get his shoes and coat, but unexpectedly Cui Hongjing had already pulled him out.

Concubine Wan and Wangli hurried to catch up, fearing that something might happen to him.

On the low couch, Mei Xueer lay quietly with her eyes closed.

If her lips had not been completely bloodless, and if she had not frowned from time to time as if she was experiencing great pain, Cui Hongjing would have thought that she was just asleep.

She lay there, and she didn't look good in her sick state.

But Cui Hongjing thinks this is the most beautiful face in the world.

I can even exchange everything I have for this moment.

He had never been so scared before, afraid of losing her.

In the past, no matter how much she hated him, he was mysteriously confident that he could win her heart back.

But now, he has lost even this mysterious confidence that he has always maintained.

Because of his Xueer, she ignored him and this time she really didn't want him anymore.

She just lay there quietly.

She couldn't hear what he said, let alone respond to him.

"Xue'er, I'm here." He held her cold and soft little hand tightly and put her hand against his face.

Hot tears dripped onto her hands, "Xue'er, I'm coming..."

He repeated this sentence over and over again, like a soulless, walking corpse.

He completely ignored the wound on his chest, which had already seeped out blood and dyed the gauze red.

He felt no pain, and only Mei Xueer was in his eyes.

On the wedding night, she said with unusual calmness: "Drag your things out";

In the middle of the night, she squatted in the corner of the palace again and again, digging a dog hole;

After cutting the body into pieces, she confidently announced to a group of men: "The murder weapon was a soft knife as thin as a cicada's wing";

She hid outside the window and looked at him and laughed: "This doctor's skill in wrapping corpses is quite good";

She was teasing the little turtle while chewing pig intestines, and she kept cursing "Dog Lord" a few times;

Looking at the words “Dao Wuwei” written by Huang Zufu’s father, she nodded in agreement: “Herb-picking superman”;

He was so rude that he took back all the gifts sent to Qingfeng Garden. She was so angry that she drugged him, causing him to feel pain for two whole days. Then she smiled and said to Nanxing: "Do you think your daughter is such a superficial person? Is she the kind of person who cares about material things?"

She could make the Crown Princess drink a man's urine at the flower-viewing banquet at the Prince of Yan's mansion, and at the end she would give the Crown Prince a green grassland.

She said that she could restore his legs to normal in two months, but she wanted freedom, that was the only thing she longed for, freedom;

He forced her to take the abortion pill. Her red eyes were filled with endless despair and resentment: "I hate you!"

That afternoon, he pressed her down and kissed her, but she kicked him hard between his legs;

She was abducted by the prince, and he went to save her like crazy, only to see her in the arms of another man. "I'm injured... I need someone to support me." How pitiful, how pitiful;

She left, ran away from home, and didn't want him anymore;

At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, they met again. She became famous at once, and the first thing she said was the famous poem "Ode to the Plum Blossom";

On the Lantern Festival, by the Xiangxi River, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss him. She broke free, "My Lord, please respect yourself";

Later, he only dared to look at her secretly. He knew that she hated him and would not forgive him;

……

The past scenes played in his mind like a movie.

Every time I think about it, the pain in my heart increases.

"Xue'er, I'm here - wake up, please? Stand up and scold me, please. Stand up and call me the dog prince, please?..."

"Your Highness." Zhuang Xiang went to support him.

With tears in his eyes, he pushed Zhuang Xiang away and refused to get up. "Xue'er, I'm here. Can you stand up and scold and hit me? I beg you..."

The blood oozing from the surgical wound dyed the white undergarment red.

"Please move your prince's bed over here." Concubine Wan sighed deeply.

Cui Hongjing finally calmed down and lay down next to Mei Xueer.

He no longer shed tears, but his eyes were empty and his pupils were dilated.

He just cooperated mechanically when others changed his clothes, changed his medicine, or fed him.

He stopped talking, silently stretched out his right hand, grabbed Mei Xueer's left hand beside him, and interlocked their fingers.

Two people just lay side by side, quietly.

Xueer, here I come...