Captured by the Emperor After a Successful Faked Death - Chapter 14

Just then, sounds came from outside: “The officials are here!”

“We’re saved! We’re saved!”

There was another burst of chaotic noise, but fortunately, there was no more screaming or crying.

Inside the cabin, the cultists weren’t afraid; they simply stood up and started splashing lamp oil everywhere.

As lamp oil spilled all over the floor, the people poured it onto themselves as well. They picked up candle flames and tossed them onto the ground.

Flames ignited within the cabin immediately. Zhu Zhao hugged Yu Lianlian, with the believers clearing the path ahead for them.

Holy crap, these people are truly not afraid of death; they are all mentally ill.

Xie Chengyun widened his eyes. A person standing next to him wore a bizarre, eerie smile, picking up a candle flame to toss onto Xie Chengyun: “Come with me to see the Nameless God.”

Human potential is limitless; Xie Chengyun shoved him away in a flash. He sprinted to find Zhu Yunyin, who was still standing in the same spot, opening his arms and smiling as soon as he saw Xie Chengyun.

Holy crap, I almost forgot this is a little lunatic.

Xie Chengyun grabbed his hand and sprinted forward at top speed.

The fire grew larger and larger, and countless human torches were also running forward.

Zhu Zhao protected Yu Lianlian, pointing at Xie Chengyun and saying something, though intuition told him it definitely wasn’t anything good.

Seeing they were about to be caught, Xie Chengyun spotted a window.

There was no other choice. He grabbed Zhu Yunyin and jumped out without a moment’s hesitation.

“Look, there’s someone there!”

“Someone fell into the water!”

“Quick, save them! Quick!”

Sounds came from outside. Xie Chengyun protected Zhu Yunyin in his arms, using his own body as a human cushion.

Just as they were about to hit the water, Zhu Yunyin opened his eyes, his expression clear. He cradled Xie Chengyun and rolled in the air, switching places to protect him.

Splash—

They fell into the river, sending up a massive spray of water.

In the freezing water, Zhu Yunyin checked on his Prime-Minister-Father. Xie Chengyun was rather disheveled, and had already fainted due to physical exhaustion. Zhu Yunyin felt an inexplicable sense of fear, a shiver running through his very marrow.

Holding Xie Chengyun by the waist, he began to float toward the surface.

Get to the shore, I have to get to the shore quickly, get to the shore!

Zhu Yunyin felt his whole body trembling as he swam desperately forward.

“Look, they’ve floated up!”

“Quick, save them! Quick, save them!”

Someone rowed a small boat toward them, and Zhu Yunyin hurriedly pushed Xie Chengyun onto the boat. When it was his turn to climb aboard, he realized his legs had gone soft, devoid of any strength.

Finally, the boatman pulled him up. As soon as he was on board, Zhu Yunyin immediately reached out to check Xie Chengyun’s breath and pressed his ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Though weak, it was there, thank goodness, thank goodness…

At this, Zhu Yunyin finally ran out of strength and collapsed to the side.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, Prime-Minister-Father is still here, he will still accompany me.

Gu Minsheng watched these two unconscious figures on the shore and almost thought he was hallucinating.

Ancestors, two living ancestors.

Whoever said there is no true empathy in the world—Gu Minsheng felt he could empathize deeply with Han Cizhi.

Doctor Han, who had been at home getting his health-conscious beauty sleep, was once again dragged out of his bed to save lives.

Just like Gu Minsheng, when Han Cizhi saw these two “living Yama Kings” lying on the bed with weak breath, his first reaction was that it was an illusion; it must be an illusion. He immediately prepared to pinch himself, hoping to wake up from a nightmare.

Gu Minsheng pressed Han Cizhi’s hand down, saying resentfully: “Doctor Han, stop pinching. I’ve already pinched myself; it’s not an illusion. This is all real.”

Han Cizhi finally accepted his fate, pulling out his medical kit, and as he took their pulses, said: “I was wondering why my right eyelid had been twitching all day; so this is where it was waiting for me.” He didn’t forget to look at Gu Minsheng and say: “Didn’t I tell you to watch him? How did he run out?”

Gu Minsheng wanted to say he was wronged—Xie Chengyun told him to stand guard on Chang’an Street, so he went. That ancestor couldn’t sit still, saying he wanted to go to the boat to see; who knew this would happen?

Zhu Yunyin was young and had a strong body; he just had some skin burns and had fainted from inhaling too much water. It was Xie Chengyun; as Han Cizhi held his pulse, his expression became increasingly solemn.

Gu Minsheng understood something from his expression, remained silent, and carried Zhu Yunyin to another room.

When Xie Chengyun finally woke up, three days had already passed.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large fire basin placed in the room, with a group of people dancing and singing around it.

Xie Chengyun was so frightened he thought he had transmigrated again and immediately closed his eyes, preparing to go back to sleep.

But then he saw Zhu Yunyin carefully bringing in a bowl of medicine, his expression dark.

He glanced sideways at the group of people and said: “If Prime Minister Xie does not wake up today, you lot can go down and wash your necks clean and wait.”

He hadn’t expected that as soon as he finished speaking, he would make eye contact with Xie Chengyun.

The little Emperor’s eyes were filled with joy; he tossed the medicine to the maid beside him and ran over, embracing Xie Chengyun and refusing to let go.

He was trembling all over, crying and laughing at the same time.

But Xie Chengyun couldn’t be happy. He had just seen what Zhu Yunyin looked like a moment ago. As expected, he was still the male lead from the book; he had to go home, he had to go home quickly…

Zhu Yunyin hugged him very tightly, as if trying to melt him into his own bones and blood, rejoicing: “Prime-Minister-Father, Mr. Han said if you didn’t wake up, you would never wake up again.”

Seeing that Xie Chengyun still didn’t speak, Zhu Yunyin thought he was hugging him too tightly. He hurriedly loosened his grip to look at Xie Chengyun’s face.

Xie Chengyun’s expression was cold and stern, his eyes devoid of any tenderness or pity for him.

Zhu Yunyin was incredibly clever and immediately understood the reason. With a blink of his eyes, tears flowed down, and he said tremblingly: “Prime-Minister-Father, do you know how afraid I was? I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up, leaving me alone in the world. You promised Father you would always stay with me. The wolves surround me, and I only have you.”

The little Emperor understood Xie Chengyun’s soft spot too well. Seeing him like this, even if Xie Chengyun’s heart were made of stone, it should have softened.

He wiped the tears from Zhu Yunyin’s face with his sleeve and said helplessly: “Your Majesty, you are no longer a child; why are you still crying?”

Zhu Yunyin looked to be the same height as Xie Chengyun, but at this moment, he curled himself up small, nestling in his Prime-Minister-Father’s arms.

Afraid to cry out loud and annoy anyone, he wept silently, lifting his eyes to observe Xie Chengyun’s expression.

Xie Chengyun was out of options; clearly, he was the one who was angry, but in the end, he was the one who had to coax this kid.

Zhu Yunyin saw the medicine brought by the maid, hurriedly wiped his tears, took the medicine, and invited his Prime-Minister-Father to drink it.

Just having woken up and having eaten nothing, Xie Chengyun felt a wave of nausea in his stomach.

The ash in the fire basin was still flying in the air. Zhu Yunyin saw Xie Chengyun frown and understood immediately.

He waved his hand, signaling them to leave. Then, picking up a soup spoon, he said softly: “Prime-Minister-Father, drink at least a little.”

It would have been fine if he hadn’t said that, but with those words, his body regained sensation as if a system were restarting.

Because he had protected the little Emperor while crashing through the sea of fire, his skin hurt terribly. Jumping off the big boat, his bones hurt terribly. He felt dizzy, the world turned upside down.

Cold sweat drenched him, and Zhu Yunyin, seeing something was wrong, went to touch his forehead.

As soon as they touched, he recoiled, scorched by the heat.

His body regained sensation, but his consciousness gradually blurred.

Xie Chengyun could only feel Zhu Yunyin gently coaxing him, feeding him the medicine spoonful by spoonful. Only one out of three spoonfuls was swallowed; the remaining two either flowed down his neck or were spat out because Xie Chengyun was choking.

Zhu Yunyin was in a flurry wiping away the spilled medicine; his hands were icy cold, shaking like a sieve.

But wasn’t it me who was sick? Why does Zhu Yunyin look like the one who is sicker?

The person at the bedside holding the bowl left, but for some reason, tripped and fell to the floor. The fall was heavy, and the bowl shattered.

People outside heard the noise and hurried in.

Seeing Zhu Yunyin fall to the floor, they were about to help him up when they were roared at: “Where is Han Cizhi? Didn’t you say everything would be fine if the Prime Minister woke up? Why has he fainted again? Call him here for Me! If he can’t cure the Prime Minister, I will exterminate his nine clans!”

Xie Chengyun still had the mind to grumble: I never expected this kind of “arrogant CEO” talk would actually appear around me. Isn’t this just ancient medical harassment?

“And what about the doctors from the Imperial Hospital? Call them all for Me! What am I feeding them for, and where did they go?”

Following the sound of hurried footsteps, Zhu Yunyin propped himself up from the floor.

Returning to Xie Chengyun’s side, he tightly gripped his hand, tears flowing uncontrollably.

“Prime-Minister-Father, Prime-Minister-Father, Xie Chengyun, don’t die. You have to be okay—A-Yun, I beg you, don’t die.”

Daring to call him A-Yun—this little brat really has no sense of propriety.

But little Emperor, if I die, shouldn’t you be happy? If I die, you’d become an Emperor with real power. You wouldn’t have to look at my expression for everything or worry about being scolded.

Zhu Yunyin messily wiped the tears off his face and went back to the door to roar: “Where is that group from just now? Call them back to continue dancing! Whatever Shamans, Immortals, Taoists, Monks, or Demigods, call them all for Me! As long as they can wake up the Prime Minister, I promise them a lifetime of riches and honors!”

The fire basin ignited again, and the sound of hand drums began.

The room was filled with smoke; Zhu Yunyin’s face was deathly pale, his eyes shot with blood. He stood by Xie Chengyun’s bed, looking like an evil ghost that had crawled up from the Avici Hell.

The doctors knelt in a row, and Han Cizhi stood at the doorway, locking eyes with him.

“Get these third-rate, messy things out of here.”

Zhu Yunyin stood there motionless and did not speak. Han Cizhi looked at him and said again: “If you want your Prime Minister-Father to wake up, quickly get these things out of here. I don’t want to repeat myself.”

Only then did Zhu Yunyin move his golden mouth with extreme reluctance: “You all go out to the courtyard to practice your rituals.”

Han Cizhi stepped forward to check the pulse; it was floating and weak, and the body was as hot as charcoal.

“Aren’t you going to ask about the diagnosis of the Imperial Hospital?”

“What is there to ask? If the Imperial Hospital were useful, why would Xie Chengyun have bothered to pay me three visits to invite me out of the mountains, and why would Zhou Biji have bothered to surround my Mount Jing-Shen?”

I don’t know which words touched the little Emperor’s fragile nerves; he clutched Han Cizhi’s throat: “You said it, you said that once the Prime Minister woke up, he would be fine! Mr. Han, shouldn’t you give Me an explanation?”

The doctors below shivered, trying their best to minimize their presence.

Han Cizhi mocked: “Your Majesty, if not for me, Prime Minister Xie would have gone to the West three years ago. No matter how good a physician’s skills are, they are no match for a patient who never stops abusing themselves.”

Zhu Yunyin’s hand loosened, and he retreated, but Han Cizhi pressed on: “Why does Prime Minister Xie never stop abusing himself, laboring his heart and strength—for whose sake, isn’t that clearer to Your Majesty than to this commoner?”

After hearing this, clang Zhu Yunyin also collapsed onto the floor.

The doctors below hurried to support him, taking his pulse and pressing his acupuncture points.

Zhu Yunyin stared at the carved horizontal beam, his heart aching and, jealousy rolling over him:

Hating that I am not a female beauty, hating the red dust for its many distractions.

Hating the bright moon for shining on the Nine Provinces, hating the marriage tree for deceiving me.

Standing at the doorway, Gu Minsheng crouched down, clutching his head it was a mess, it was all a total mess.