Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang was also anxious, but there was nothing he could do. After using his own strength, the progress became much faster. He believed that the poison in Wen Yuechen's body could be forced out in less than two quarters of an hour. He couldn't get away at all.

999, contact the director immediately and ask him to turn on the blocking function for me. It won’t take half an hour, fifteen minutes will do. I will handle it as soon as possible.

After Lian Qingyang gave 999 his instructions, he focused his attention and increased the flow of power. The power he used had obviously exceeded the threshold that this world could bear. The sky suddenly became cloudy, and the momentum of lightning and thunder came down.

999 was very efficient and came back in just two minutes: "Host, I reported the situation to the director, and he said he blocked you for half an hour."

As soon as 999 finished speaking, the weather outside slowly returned to normal, and soon it returned to its original state. Shadow One and Shadow Two noticed the change in the weather, looked at each other, and then looked at the two people on the bed.

A quarter of an hour passed before Wen Yuechen, who had been gritting his teeth, suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood. Lian Qingyang was sweating profusely, his face a little pale. He looked at Ying Yi, who was supporting Wen Yuechen, and spoke with all his might, "Your prince is fine. Let's take him to the side room to rest for a while. I'll boil the medicine I just wrote for him to take. He'll be better after a few days of recuperation. I'm fine, I just need to sleep for a few days."

After he finished speaking, he collapsed onto the bed. Ying Er frowned and asked Ying Yi to first arrange the prince as the princess had said, and then asked the servants to place the unconscious Lian Qingyang in the master bedroom.

This time, Lian Qingyang used a lot of strength. After all, the poison that had stayed in Wen Yuechen's body for more than twenty years was not so easy to detoxify. Xiaoqi's effect also required his strength to dilute and soften it. He slept for a whole night before his complexion returned to normal, and he never woke up.

Wen Yuechen recovered quickly. His complexion looked much better after he spit out the blood. After taking the medicine and sleeping for two hours, he felt warmth in his body and strength in his feet. He got out of bed and returned to his room. Seeing Lian Qingyang's pale face, he felt a little distressed.

When Lian Qingyang was helping him to expel the poison, he had been trying to stay awake a little. However, he became a little dazed after vomiting blood and had no memory of what happened afterwards. He just asked Yingyi to report it and found out that Lian Qingyang had fainted.

His body was not fully recovered yet, so he felt tired after standing in front of the bed for a while and did not go back to the side room. Wen Yuechen lay on the bed next to Lian Qingyang, lowered the bed curtain, and looked sideways at Lian Qingyang with his eyes closed. The small space suddenly became quiet.

Wen Yuechen was not expected to be a good person since he was born. His mother probably did not love his father, and therefore did not like him very much. But because of his illness, his mother always looked at him with pity in her eyes. Although she did not love him much, she always said that he was her hope, so after he left the palace and built his own house, she left with little attachment to the world.

According to the wet nurse who took care of him, his mother was forced into the palace by his father and doted on for a long time, so the queen held a grudge against her and he suffered before he was born.

When he was a child, he envied his brothers who could run and play freely outside, and resented his own body for being so weak. However, he was lucky enough to escape the disaster when his brothers were fighting for the imperial power. It seemed that a person who could not live beyond the age of 25 was not qualified to participate in those things, and even the battle of life and death was not allowed to play him.

Indeed, after establishing his own government, he hadn't participated in state affairs, didn't have many friends, and didn't even know which side to side with. He wasn't a threat at all. He himself thought he would spend the rest of his life lying in bed, in a daze. He hadn't taken the emperor's offer of marriage to bring good luck and cure his illness seriously, fearing that it would delay the emperor's son's marriage. Who would be willing to marry someone else, especially one like him, who was half-dead.

Wen Yuechen reached out and gently rubbed the face of the person next to him, with a care and cherishment that he himself didn't even realize. How could a little fool marry him without any complaints, and even vowed to cure him, even at the cost of overdrawing her own body?

He had long since given up believing that there was any prescription in the world that could cure his illness, but he still insisted on drinking the medicine his mother had found for him. Perhaps it was the only thing his mother had left him.

Then why did he accept the prescription that Lian Qingyang gave him? Wen Yuechen recalled the sparkling eyes of Lian Qingyang when he looked at him, as dazzling as the sun. Oh, it seemed as if he was looking at him in the sun, but he seemed to be more dazzling than the sun.

Wen Yuechen's hands and feet were much warmer than before. He looked down at Lian Qingyang's hand outside the quilt, reached out and held it, feeling the fusion of their body temperatures. His other hand was not bothered either, reaching into the quilt and touching Lian Qingyang's stomach, trying to feel if he was hungry.

After feeling for a while and finding no movement, he looked at Lian Qingyang's face again and found that his lips were a little dry and a little pale. He pulled his hand out of the quilt and reached for the cabinet beside the bed. This was the cabinet that Lian Qingyang asked him to put there, saying it was a "bedside table."

He reached out to get a glass of water, wanting to support Lian Qingyang's upper body, but he was reluctant to let go of Lian Qingyang's hand. After hesitating for a while, he took a sip and leaned forward.

Although Lian Qingyang was asleep, 999 was still alert. It could sense what was happening in the outside world. It curled its lips when it saw Wen Yuechen "sneakily" holding Lian Qingyang's hand. It was stunned when it saw Wen Yuechen feeding him water, but it took pictures reflexively.

Wen Yuechen restrained himself from moving away, and nodded with satisfaction when he saw that Lian Qingyang's lips were not so dry. He put down the water and shrank back to Lian Qingyang's side. He reached into the quilt and embraced his waist, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

In the evening, Wen Yuechen ate some dishes and drank porridge, and tried to feed Lian Qingyang, but failed. Ying Er had to tell him that Lian Qingyang said he had taken a pill, which guaranteed that he could maintain his body functions even if he didn't eat for two days, and nothing would happen.

Although he didn't quite understand, it should be okay. Wen Yuechen nodded with an understanding expression, waved Ying Er away, and fell asleep on his side facing Lian Qingyang, shamelessly covering himself with the same quilt.

The next morning, Wen Yuechen opened his eyes and looked at the person next to him. He found that his face was still a little pale and his lips were a little dry. He was so panicked that he even thought that the person next to him had stopped breathing. He stretched out a finger and put it under Lian Qingyang's nose. The other hand covered his chest through his pajamas. He let out a breath when he felt that he was still breathing and rising and falling.

Someone outside seemed to have noticed the movement in the house, knocked on the door, and called softly: "Is the prince awake? Do you want to get up?"

Ever since Lian Qingyang said that they wanted to dress themselves last time, the servants no longer helped them change clothes. They just brought in face-washing towels and mouthwash after they got up.

Hearing what was said outside, Wen Yuechen coughed, got out of bed, covered himself with a coat, went to open the door, and said in a low voice: "I'll go out to wash up later. Tell the kitchen to prepare the meal first. Don't prepare too much, just enough to eat." After hearing what Lian Qingyang said, the prince no longer wastes money.