The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1498: Chapter 1493: Chu Yihan’s Headache

Xiao Yu helped her pull on her clothes, his voice a bit husky, “Mm.”

He did not want the relationship between Yan’er and the Marquis’s Manor to become strained, as the support and affection from her parental home were extremely important to her.

“Brother Yu, rest assured, I have arranged for the Shadow Guards to protect mother on her way back. With Sister Xue in Jiang Du City, she will definitely persuade mother too. Just think of it as when I was a child causing trouble, mother would ignore me for a while, but she will not ignore me for too long.” Su Miaoyan leaned against Xiao Yu, soothing him with soft and gentle words.

“You have Shadow Guards with you?” Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised that Su Miaoyan now understood how to manage subordinates.

Su Miaoyan pouted and nodded, “I also understand that, Brother Yu, you always feel guilty towards Ningning, but I can sense that our Ningning must still be alive. He’s just lost somewhere out there; we haven’t found him yet.”

She placed Xiao Yu’s hand on her heart, and spoke with him, “The intuition between a mother and child is the strongest. Everyone says Ningning is dead, but I don’t feel that heart-wrenching pain. I can’t prove anything, but I feel like Ningning… he must still be alive.”

Su Miaoyan’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes clear and bright, “Brother Yu, can you trust me this once?”

Xiao Yu never believed any words without evidence, much less such ethereal ones, but…

He bowed his head and kissed Su Miaoyan’s lips, “I believe you. If Yan’er says Ningning is still there, I will send people to find him. One day, we will surely bring our child back.”

“Good, we’ll wait together for Ningning to come home.” Su Miaoyan and Xiao Yu huddled together, their eyes not showing the panic and stupefaction typical after a disaster, but filled instead with more confidence and shining light.

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On the border of Beiling City, the icy wind howled over the barren snow-covered land.

Zhao Ling’er supported the severely injured Hua Qingluo, struggling to proceed. Nonetheless, throughout the journey, Hua Qingluo had constantly held a baby. Zhao Ling’er had tried persuading her countless times, “Master, just leave him behind. Keeping him serves no purpose, no one knows he’s still alive. He’s useless.”

“No.”

Hua Qingluo’s lips were purple from the cold, contrasting with his purple eyes, making his handsome yet enchanting face something many women would feel ashamed of.

Thus, he harshly brought a half-year-old baby over the frozen land and entered a border city of Beiling, settling down in an unassuming inn.

After Zhao Ling’er arrived, she hurried to light the fire for heating.

Hua Qingluo handed Ningning over to a happy soul, his frozen purple lips clearly instructing, “Hurry, send for a doctor from the clinic to treat him. This child must live, not die; he must be cured.”

“Yes, Master!”

After his confidant left, Zhao Ling’er brought hot water.

She immersed Hua Qingluo’s feet in a basin of hot water, sobbing while saying, “Master has suffered terribly from Xiao Yu’s deception, enduring grievous injuries, barely surviving the journey back!”

Their spies deployed in the Great Cheng Dynasty had been mostly destroyed, and to top it off, they found out that the gold and silver Xiao Yu had given them were all fake!

Furious, she ordered someone to set fire to the Silver Moon Pavilion, aiming to burn Xiao Yu’s son alive.

Yet, the master ended up rescuing the child.

He said, everyone could die, but not Xiao Yu’s son.

He was kept, for he would be of great use in the future!

She still didn’t understand what great use a little child could have; all she wanted now was for her master to be well.

Hua Qingluo prepared some hot water; a chill also permeated his body. In Beiling City, located at the extreme north, hardy cold dominates the land, covering most of it in ice and snow year-round, with only three months of spring, the rest being sunless bitter cold.

Thus, their constitutions were accustomed to cold, and the men were the same.

However, Zhao Ling’er was different. She felt that ever since she had come to her master’s side, she was no longer afraid of the cold.

It was the master, an eight-foot-tall man, who was more susceptible to the cold than she was.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Hua Qingluo’s lips trembled as he pulled Zhao Ling’er to his side.

Feeling the warmth of her palm, Hua Qingluo felt much comforted.

In his past life, he wasn’t afraid of the cold, because he had by chance obtained the only fire lotus in the palace, which could alter one’s constitution and relax the muscles. In this life after his rebirth, he went to retrieve that fire lotus at once, but not for himself, rather he fed it directly to Ling’er.

When he first picked her up from the slave quarters, she was so naive, eating whatever he gave her, even treating arsenic as food.

Now that she had eaten the fire lotus, her constitution was no longer the same as before; even if he endured cold and hardships, it was worth it.

“Master, you’re this cold and you can still smile?”

Zhao Ling’er snuggled into his arms to warm him, murmuring, “Next time I see Xiao Yu, I must kill him! It was he who injured you, and now our plan to kill Chu Yihan has been delayed indefinitely.”

Hua Qingluo, rubbing her head and laughing with a hoarse, deep voice, “Don’t be so disheartened, we might have been defeated, but in Chu Yihan’s imperial palace, there are plenty of people who want him dead! He might not… survive.”

Had Hua Qingluo’s schemes over five years possibly been defeated in a single day?

Certainly not!

As he said, the situation inside the imperial palace of the Great Cheng Dynasty was quite dire.

Su Yingxue had kept it hidden for many days, but Chu Yihan’s condition wasn’t improving; either he remained unconscious or upon waking, he would suffer from excruciating headaches and violent rage, even unknowingly harming others!

Su Yingxue, the closest person to him, received many injuries,

With both arms still wrapped in gauze, she had barely rested when Sun Wu hurriedly reported, “Your Majesty, the emperor is in pain again!”

Sun Wu, noticeably thinner from worry, helped Su Yingxue stand up; she rushed to the warm pavilion, only to see the freshly tidied chamber again demolished by Chu Yihan. Wearing his imperial robe, his long hair disheveled, he covered his head woefully, stumbling and crashing about the chamber, breaking objects, but more often hurting himself.

Seeing him about to step on a pile of porcelain shards barefoot, Su Yingxue quickly dove to embrace him, placing him on the ground, “Hubby, be careful!”

Su Yingxue sat down on the floor, accidentally impaling herself with a shard. The moment it pierced her flesh, Su Yingxue’s tears streamed down.

But she cared more about the person she held.

“Hubby, are you feeling any better?” Su Yingxue cradled his head, brushed aside the messy hair from his face revealing his uniquely handsome features.

Chu Yihan’s face had already turned very pale, his furrowed brows showing his intense pain, “Yingxue…”

“Hubby, I’m here,” Su Yingxue held his raised hand, interlocking their fingers tightly.

She knew how painful his headaches were, and how difficult it was for him to endure the pain and stay alert!

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