Flowers bloom without worries

The emperor's mood was like the depression before a storm. He stared at the pale face, his heart full of struggle and pain. Queen Ye Wuyou was sleeping in a deep dream, as if she was isolated from the world and turned a deaf ear to all calls.

"Doctor Li, do you understand what I say?" The emperor's voice was cold and majestic, and every word was like an icy blade, cutting into Doctor Li's heart.

"No matter what, you must save her! Her life cannot be lost so easily!"

Doctor Li lowered his head, and sweat rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string. Doctor Li knew that the emperor's order could not be resisted, but the queen's condition was in danger. Doctor Li took a deep breath, calmed down, and then turned around and told his apprentice to prepare the tools needed for acupuncture. At this moment, Doctor Li could only do his best and leave it to fate.

The silver needles gleamed coldly under the dim light, and Doctor Li's technique was steady and accurate. Doctor Li slowly inserted the silver needles into the queen's acupuncture points, hoping to awaken the queen's sleeping soul. However, the queen still had no reaction, like a princess swallowed by darkness, waiting for the prince who could wake her up.

After the acupuncture, Doctor Li fed the queen a carefully prepared medicine. The emperor stood by the bed, quietly waiting for a miracle to happen. However, as time passed, the queen's face remained as pale as paper, and there was no sign of waking up.

"Your Majesty, I have tried my best." Doctor Li's voice was filled with endless fatigue and helplessness.

"Now, it all depends on whether the queen herself is willing to wake up."

The emperor remained silent, just sitting quietly beside the bed, holding the queen's hand tightly. There was a firm light in the emperor's eyes, as if saying: "Ye Wuyou, you can't leave me like this! I haven't settled all the grievances with you yet, how can you die so easily?"

As the night deepened, the emperor still stayed by the queen's bedside, his figure looking lonely and determined in the flickering candlelight. The emperor knew that he could not just give up, he had to do everything he could to save the queen.

In another time and space, Lan Xi stood on the bustling streets of a modern city. Her eyes were firm and indifferent, as if she was out of tune with this bustling world. Lan Xi was an excellent agent and a soldier who was about to complete her last mission.

"Lan Xi, after completing this mission, you can retire." The boss's voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of imperceptible concern.

"I know." Lan Xi responded indifferently.

"I will definitely do what I promised you."

Lan Xi turned around and left the room, returning to her own residence. She took off her coat, revealing the scars all over her body, which were the marks left by her when she was carrying out the mission. Lan Xi stroked those scars, and mixed emotions surged in her heart.

The night before the mission, a man suddenly appeared at Lan Xi's door. His appearance surprised Lan Xi, but Lan Xi did not show too much emotion.

"Why are you here?" Lan Xi asked coldly.

The man did not answer Lan Xi's question, but just looked at her quietly, his eyes revealing a subtle tenderness and concern.

"Lan Xi, tomorrow's mission..." the man finally spoke, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"You have to be careful."

Lan Xi didn't say anything, but just nodded silently. Lan Xi knew the danger of this mission, but she also knew that she had to complete it. Only in this way could she get rid of her past life and start a new life.

When the man left, he looked at Lan Xi deeply. The man knew that his concern might not change anything, but he still hoped that Lan Xi could return safely. Lan Xi also understood the man's intention, but she was more clear about her mission and responsibility in her heart.