The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

During the first month of the lunar year, the wind in the suburbs of Beijing was bitingly cold, and snowflakes drifted in the wind, covering the ground.

A depressing silence shrouded the entire military camp.

The good news of the great victory in suppressing bandits seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

The news that Liao Qinglan was stabbed and seriously injured was like a huge rock thrown into a lake, causing waves.

When Liao Wei heard the bad news during the morning court session, he almost fainted.

He suppressed his grief, returned to the prime minister's residence, and told his mother Cheng Yunxiang about the matter.

After hearing what he said, Cheng Yunxiang was stunned.

She tightly grasped her son's arm, her eyes full of fear and disbelief: "Are you setting up a trap again? Just like the previous fall into the river, your father said it was a deliberate trap to confuse the enemy!"

Liao Wei's eyes were red, and he shook his head with difficulty: "Mother, Lan'er is really injured this time... Lan'er... met An Linglong in Jizhou and was injured by a dagger. The injury is serious."

Cheng Yunxiang's body went limp, she slumped in the chair, tears welling up in her eyes. She beat her chest in pain, choking and saying, "I shouldn't have let her go to Jizhou! It's so chaotic out there, why would a girl like her go there to join in the fun!"

Liao Wei's face was also very ugly, but he still held on: "Mother, His Majesty has issued an order to let me bring the imperial physician and medicinal materials with me. Lan'er is a lucky person and will definitely survive this."

"I want to go too!" Cheng Yunxiang stood up suddenly.

Liao Wei didn't say much, but just told the servants in the mansion to pack their bags quickly.

In fact, he was hiding something from his mother.

The news I heard at the morning court today was that Lan'er had lost too much blood and her life was hanging by a thread. There was a high possibility that she would not survive.

His Majesty allowed him to go because he wanted his family to see Lan'er for the last time...

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When Cheng Yunxiang and Liao Wei arrived at the military camp, the atmosphere in the entire camp was extremely heavy.

Basins of hot water were sent in, and basins of blood were taken out, which was a shocking sight.

Cheng Yunxiang anxiously asked Liao Zhendong: "How is Lan'er now?"

Liao Zhendong shook his head sadly: "The lungs are ruptured, the wound is large, and there is too much blood loss... The situation is not optimistic."

With every word Liao Zhendong said, Cheng Yunxiang's face turned paler and tears welled up in her eyes again.

She saw Gu Mingzhao standing outside the tent like a wooden man, watching people busying in and out with an expressionless face, and a surge of anger arose in her heart.

Cheng Yunxiang was so angry that she rushed forward and pushed Gu Mingzhao hard: "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could Lan'er go to Jizhou! You brought her to such a dangerous place, why didn't you protect her!"

Gu Mingzhao's tall body seemed like an empty shell and fell to the ground when she pushed him.

He lowered his head and remained silent, allowing Cheng Yunxiang to cry, shout and scold.

Liao Zhendong hurried forward and grabbed Cheng Yunxiang: "Madam, don't be rude to His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin!"

Liao Wei also came over, helped Gu Mingzhao up, and let him sit on the chair that had been prepared.

Gu Mingzhao was like a walking corpse, allowing others to manipulate him without any reaction, his eyes always fixed in the direction of the tent.

From early morning to dusk, and from night to dawn.

Time passed by, and the people waiting outside were anxious and had no desire to sleep.

It was not until noon that the curtain of the tent was slowly lifted from the inside.

Mo Wang walked out, followed closely by Imperial Doctor Zhang and Imperial Doctor Wang who were sent from the palace to assist.

It was still chilly in spring, and everyone else was still wearing thick coats.

But Mo Wang was only wearing a single piece of clothing, and he was sweating profusely. His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body.

It was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort to save Liao Qinglan.

However, the expressions of all three of them were very solemn.

Liao Qinglan's heart sank, and she immediately stepped forward and asked, "Senior Mo Wang, how is Lan'er...?"

"The bleeding has stopped." Mo Wang spoke slowly, his voice sounding a little tired, "The wound has just been sutured. At present, there is no danger to life."

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Mo Wang's next words hit their hearts again like a heavy hammer.

"However, she lost a lot of blood and was unconscious for too long. She has lost consciousness. Whether she can wake up in the future depends entirely on her own luck."

Everyone froze in place.

After an unknown amount of time, Liao Wei came back to his senses and asked excitedly, "What do you mean? Isn't he no longer in danger? Why can't he wake up?"

"Too much blood loss will damage her heart. If she doesn't wake up, she will remain like this forever. This is what people call the 'living dead'."

Cheng Yunxiang felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue and fainted all of a sudden. Fortunately, Liao Wei was quick to catch her and prevented her from falling to the ground.

"Senior Mo, you are knowledgeable and experienced. Have you ever encountered such a precedent? How long does it usually take for someone to wake up in this situation?" Liao Zhendong asked.

"I've also heard that there have been precedents of the living dead waking up in the world, but the possibility is very small."

"That means there is still hope, right?" Liao Wei asked excitedly.

Mo Wang shook his head, carefully choosing his words, and whispered, "I have been practicing medicine for so many years, and I have only seen successful cases recorded in ancient books, but I have never seen it with my own eyes."

His words were very tactful, but the meaning was self-evident.

Liao Zhendong was unwilling to accept this cruel fact, and turned to the imperial doctors for help: "Two imperial doctors, you are both from aristocratic families. Have you ever seen such symptoms in your family's books?"

Doctor Zhang sighed and shook his head, saying, "I am a lowly official with limited knowledge and my medical skills are far inferior to those of Senior Mo. My ancestors have never cured the living dead."

Doctor Wang also nodded in agreement, with a helpless look on his face.

It was eerily quiet all around, and everyone was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Mingzhao, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Senior Mo, can you teach me how to take care of her in the future?"

After saying this, he walked into the tent.

Mo Wang looked at his back and sighed silently.

His little apprentice's kindness to this brat was finally paid off.

Gu Mingzhao walked to the window and looked at Liao Qinglan quietly.

Whenever he saw Liao Qinglan, she always smiled at him.

Even now, the corners of her mouth are naturally raised.

His face was so peaceful, he looked like he was simply asleep.

If it weren't for the fact that her face was abnormally pale due to excessive blood loss, Gu Mingzhao really thought she was just sleeping.

He gently took Liao Qinglan's hand.

The hand was ice-cold, without any warmth at all.

He held her hands as if they were treasures and tried hard to warm them, but it was in vain.

Qinglan, I'm sorry...

It’s all my fault…

I shouldn't have let you come to Jizhou...

I shouldn't have let you follow me to the military camp...

I shouldn't have let you out of my sight...

As long as you can wake up, I will obey you in everything from now on...