Chapter 1472: 1467: Chu Yifeng Will Never Wake Up Again

Chapter 1472: Chapter 1467: Chu Yifeng Will Never Wake Up Again

“It was the people of Beiling City, Geng Qingyan, to prevent accidents, arranged for the child to be with other infants, taking care of them equally but tragically, all the children in that room perished in a fire.”

Saint Ruan, even thinking about it now, felt as though his heart was being wrung.

His son was gone, and so were those innocent children at the Silver Moon Pavilion.

“Beiling City… Rong Qing!”

Su Yingxue gritted her teeth hatefully, her body trembling uncontrollably, “Such a ruthless and cruel person, I must seek revenge for the children!”

“This is the Xiao family’s clan seal found on the child, please return it to Xiao Yu.” Saint Ruan sighed heavily, he had planned to use this item to negotiate terms with Xiao Yu, hoping he would visit the child more often.

Now…it’s no longer needed!

Su Yingxue held the clan seal in her hands, feeling a chilling emptiness in her heart.

She sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, her gaze forlorn, not knowing how to break the news to Miaoyan.

Her body was still so frail, how could she withstand such a blow?

“Mother, is my little brother not coming after all?” Chu Heng stretched out his small hands, holding Su Yingxue’s hands.

Su Yingxue’s eyes brimmed with tears, which slid down, “Yes, unfortunately, neither mother nor Heng’er will meet your little brother.”

They were not as fortunate as Saint Ruan, who loved Ningning and at least spent some days raising him; they, his kin, did not even get a chance to meet Ningning.

Chu Yihan stepped out of the Yaohua Hall and saw Su Yingxue crying.

He approached her, lifted her up, and gently comforted her by patting her back in his embrace.

Just seeing the clan seal in Su Yingxue’s hands, he could deduce what had happened.

“That child… it appears to be fated not to be.”

Chu Yihan’s voice carried a mournful note.

Su Yingxue handed over the clan seal to him, and Chu Yihan said he would handle this matter.

She needed to go and support Sister Rong Sheng for a while.

Sister Rong Sheng had been bustling about inside Yaohua Hall for a whole day and night without rest, making her increasingly agitated.

Su Yingxue had never seen her lose her composure and calm like this, managing to knock over medicine twice and scald herself.

“Bang—”

The medicine bowl shattered, scalding medicine splashed over Rong Sheng’s hands and shoes, pieces scattering all over the floor.

Chu Xi hurriedly approached, crying as she held her mother’s hands, “Mom, slow down, you’ve hurt your hands again.”

Rong Sheng pushed her aside, “You… stay back, don’t come near, I still have to apply medicine on your father.”

She got up, planning to scoop another bowl of medicine to feed to Chu Yifeng.

Su Yingxue watched her bring over the fourth bowl of medicine; Chu Yifeng clearly could still take medicine, but he wasn’t waking up, without any consciousness.

Su Yingxue looked at Sister Rong Sheng’s panic, feeling puzzled, “Sister Rong Sheng, didn’t you say Chu Yifeng’s life wasn’t in danger and there were no serious issues?”

Rong Sheng continued feeding the medicine, but became more frantic as the medicine spilled on Chu Yifeng’s face and all over the bed.

Rong Sheng frantically wiped it, injuring her burnt hand again, unable to care about the pain, “Don’t talk, let me try again… it can’t be like this, it surely can’t.”

Rong Sheng’s arms forcefully held onto the bed frame, trying hard to hold back her tears by breathing in.

However, Su Yingxue noticed her abnormality.

She pulled Rong Sheng to stand up, “Sister Rong Sheng, what exactly is wrong? Why do you seem so helpless?”

Unable to contain herself, Su Yingxue stepped forward and checked Chu Yifeng’s pulse; his pulse was very steady, he was heavily internally injured needing recuperation, but there was no fatal wound, requiring only peaceful rest.

However, why… was Rong Sheng so panicked?

She had never been so distraught before.

Rong Sheng paced between the medicine pot and the silver needles, then stood by the window, looked up, and covered her forehead with her hands as she sobbed.

Once her emotions had settled, Su Yingxue dared to approach her and ask, “Sister Rong Sheng, what exactly is wrong?”

“His brain is injured…”

Rong Sheng covered her face, weeping softly, her voice as muffled and depressed as her breath.

“Brain damage? Could he… could he lose his memory?”

Su Yingxue gripped Rong Sheng’s trembling arm, “Sister Rong Sheng, don’t panic, it can be cured. I’ll use Little Ginseng to help him see, he can definitely be cured!”

Su Miaoyan had also suffered a brain injury, but she was unharmed, only needing good rest.

Chu Yifeng must be cured.

“Empress, save my father!”

Chu Xi clutched her hand, her eyes bewildered as she wept softly.

Su Yingxue awakened Little Ginseng, who was deep in sleep, “Little Ginseng, please help, just wait a little longer before sleeping! Just a little while, Chu Yifeng seems… his brain seems to be injured.”

Little Ginseng had previously helped Su Yingxue fake death, consuming a lot of Spiritual Power and now was very tired; she needed a good rest to recover her Spiritual Body.

But Su Yingxue woke her up, and with a pouty look of annoyance on her face, she had no choice but to help.

After recounting what she saw to Rong Sheng and Su Yingxue, Su Yingxue frowned, “Cerebrovascular damage, this can be cured, right?”

“How would I know?” Little Ginseng looked bewildered, truly exhausted. She felt darkness before her eyes and just fell down asleep.

Rong Sheng’s face was pale as she sat beside Chu Yifeng. Her slender back slightly stooped, “There’s a type of cerebrovascular disease that can turn someone into a vegetative state, also referred to here as the ‘living dead.’ A person can breathe naturally but lose cognitive function. The eyes can open, but they can no longer move, talk, or perform any actions.”

He would be quiet like he was asleep every day.

He would never get up again to tease her, sweet-talk her, or play with her, carrying Chu Xi all over the world.

He wouldn’t wake up, nor get up ever again.

Su Yingxue lowered her gaze, and for a moment, she felt utterly helpless and even quite desolate.

She relayed the news to Chu Yihan, Chu Yihan didn’t say anything but locked himself in the warm pavilion for a long time.

A long time.

Without hearing his voice.

When he went to see Chu Yifeng again, he sat at his bedside, said a few words, but Chu Yifeng gave no response.

His most beloved Chu Xi, watching over him, cried until her voice was hoarse, yet couldn’t evoke any response from him.

Rong Sheng stood by his bed and never left; she held Chu Yifeng’s hand, always puzzled, “I don’t know if you heard that sentence or not?”

She saw no reaction from him, and he just left with his people.

She said, Chu Xi is your daughter.

The daughter I bore for you.

Did you hear that?

Chu Yifeng slept quietly, giving no response.

A strand of hair fell on his cheek, Rong Sheng gently brushed away the hair, bent down, and kissed him softly, “Chu Yifeng, Xi’er is our daughter, the daughter I bore for you, the one you wanted… we’re all here.”

We’re all by your side.

Can you bear to keep sleeping?

Three days passed, and he still hadn’t woken up.

Rong Sheng pleaded with Chu Yihan to bring him back to the prince’s mansion, where she and Chu Xi would watch over him.

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