Traveling through thousands of years, I only love you

Li Lingyuan lay by Xiao Yi's bedside, her heart aflame with anxiety as she gazed upon his pale face. While handling state affairs and dealing with the turmoil of various forces, she devoted all her available time to accompanying Xiao Yi, searching ancient medical texts for a cure.

She ordered people to move all the medical books in the palace library to the bedroom, and read through them carefully one by one. In her eyes, those obscure texts seemed to be a life-saving straw, and she could not miss any details. With each page she turned, her brows furrowed more tightly, and the fatigue and worry in her eyes became deeper. Sometimes she wrote something down with a pen, and sometimes she fell into deep thought, recalling the folk medicine and remedies she had heard of, hoping to find a glimmer of inspiration and piece together a good prescription to cure Xiao Yi. She was full of worries, and her thoughts were in turmoil: "Xiao Yi, you are the most important person to me in this world. How can I watch you being devoured by the disease? Among these thousands of medical books, there must be a way to save you, and I must find it."

Meanwhile, the guards dispatched by Li Lingyuan to search for the miraculous healer in the mountains trudged on. Traversing the dense jungle, overgrown with thorns, each step required immense effort, their clothes ripped and their skin pierced, yet they dared not pause. Ferocious beasts roamed the mountains, and in the still night, the roars of tigers and dragons chilled the senses. The guards, clenched in their weapons, remained vigilant, their mastery of martial arts and their unwavering willpower surviving each and every danger. The mysterious formation further entangled them, leaving them lost and thwarted. They tried various methods to break through it, but were repeatedly frustrated. But the thought of General Xiao's condition and Li Lingyuan's gaze, filled with hope and determination, emboldened them to continue their quest.

In the palace, Li Lingyuan tried one method after another that she found in medical books. She personally boiled medicine for Xiao Yi, and the lingering aroma of the medicine filled the entire room, but it did not bring much hope. She followed the folk remedies and used special herbs to soak Xiao Yi's feet and apply hot compresses, hoping to relieve his pain, but Xiao Yi's condition still persisted stubbornly. Whenever she saw Xiao Yi frowning in pain in a coma, Li Lingyuan's heart felt like it was being beaten heavily. She sat by the bed, gently stroking his forehead, her voice trembling and choking: "Xiao Yi, you have to hold on, I won't give up, we will definitely defeat this disease." Her heart was full of helplessness and self-blame, and she kept asking herself in her heart: "Have I not done enough? Is there any way I haven't thought of? If I lose him, what is the meaning of the prosperity of this dynasty?"

Once, a folk doctor was brought to the palace. He claimed to have a unique treatment that could be tried. Li Lingyuan, as if he had grabbed the last lifeline, eagerly asked him to treat Xiao Yi. The doctor took out some herbs of strange shapes and homemade ointments, and began to treat Xiao Yi. Li Lingyuan watched nervously from the side, not daring to blink, silently praying for a miracle to happen. However, after all the trouble, Xiao Yi's condition did not improve significantly, and the doctor could only shake his head and sigh helplessly, and was sent out of the palace by the disappointed Li Lingyuan. Looking at the doctor's departing back, Li Lingyuan's heart was filled with despair: "Is even this last hope shattered? Am I really just going to have to watch him leave me?"

As time went by, Xiao Yi's body became weaker and weaker. His once strong muscles gradually atrophied, and his once powerful limbs became thin and weak. Li Lingyuan looked at his increasingly thin body and felt distressed. She began to blame herself for her incompetence, wondering why, as the queen, she could not protect the one she loved. For countless nights, she stayed alone by the bed, her tears soaking the pillow. She recalled every moment she spent with Xiao Yi, and those beautiful times have now become the sharpest blade that hurts her heart. She often lamented in her heart: "If I can exchange my body for his well-being, I will not hesitate. But why is fate so cruel to torture him and me like this?"

The situation at court grew increasingly dire. Ministers seeking to seize power, emboldened by Xiao Yi's continued decline, defied expectations. They openly opposed Li Lingyuan's decisions in court, attempting to weaken her power. Small-scale rebellions broke out in some areas, as the people, oppressed by corrupt officials, rose up in rebellion. Warfare on the borders escalated, and the enemy's offensive intensified, plunging the dynasty into a predicament of internal and external troubles.

Li Lingyuan knew that if the situation could not be stabilized quickly, not only would Xiao Yi's treatment be affected, but the entire dynasty would be in danger of collapse. She suppressed the pain and exhaustion in her heart and pulled herself together. She stood in the court, scanning the ministers with a cold gaze. She ruthlessly suppressed those ministers who attempted to rebel, sending loyal generals to wipe out their followers, and stabilized the situation in the court with iron-blooded means. As she majestically pronounced the verdict in the court, she secretly thought in her heart: "Xiao Yi, for you, for our dynasty, I must be strong. I can't let these traitors succeed. I must protect the hard work we have shared."

After handling state affairs, Li Lingyuan hurried back to Xiao Yi. She had heard that there was a hot spring whose water had miraculous effects on difficult and complicated diseases. So, she ordered a nationwide search for such a hot spring and arranged for Xiao Yi to be carefully escorted to the location of the hot spring. Along the way, Li Lingyuan held Xiao Yi's hand tightly and spoke to him constantly, hoping that he could feel her presence. She silently said to herself: "Xiao Yi, this may be a turning point. You must get better."

Upon arriving at the hot springs, Li Lingyuan personally took care of Xiao Yi while he soaked. The warm water enveloped Xiao Yi's frail frame, and Li Lingyuan carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead, her eyes filled with anticipation. However, after a period of recuperation in the hot springs, Xiao Yi's condition, while slightly alleviated, remained persistent. Li Lingyuan's heart was filled with helplessness and despair, but her gaze remained resolute. She began to inquire about other treatments among the people, hearing about a mysterious technique that could tone the body, strengthen the constitution, and perhaps help fight illness. She sought out masters who knew this technique and begged them to teach her. Li Lingyuan first learned the technique herself, then practiced it daily at Xiao Yi's bedside, guiding his energy and hoping to breathe life into him. As she practiced, she silently prayed, "God, if you can hear my prayers, please restore health to Xiao Yi. I will pay any price."

Despite Li Lingyuan's utmost efforts and countless attempts, Xiao Yi's illness persisted like a demon, refusing to leave him. But Li Lingyuan refused to give up. She knew that as long as Xiao Yi was still breathing, she would continue to fight, whether against the disease or the chaotic situation of the dynasty. In this difficult situation, she clung to her love for Xiao Yi and her duty to the dynasty, waiting for a turn in her fate. Even if that chance seemed so slim, she would never retreat.