Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Someone was calling her name…
The stench of blood lingered in her nose. It was disgusting.
Shengsheng Zhou felt pain, a pain that spread from her neck all the way down to her chest.
It hurt so much…
How deeply did those heroines in comics love the male lead, to instinctively sacrifice themselves by taking a blade for him?
Unfortunately, she did not love this man, nor had she acted on instinct…
Siran Ming’s horse had never run so fast. Fresh blood spattered his handsome, pallid face.
It was clearly fresh.
But he no longer cared. It took nearly every scrap of reason he possessed merely to remember to drive the horse toward the army camp.
One hand covered the wound that continued spilling blood. The sticky liquid was warm beneath his palm, yet turned cold the instant it met the air, just like the person beneath his hand, whose life was slowly fading away.
“You cannot die, Shengsheng Zhou. Do you hear me? Shengsheng Zhou!” He nearly forced the last three words through his throat with clenched teeth.
His helmet had fallen somewhere. Siran, who maintained absolute clarity in every danger, had utterly lost his usual composure.
His hair was disheveled, blood stained half his face, and his eyes were scarlet. He looked like an evil ghost driven into a hopeless corner.
The jolting horse made Shengsheng’s already agonized body hurt even more, but the pain also restored a little of her awareness.
Weakly raising one hand, Shengsheng laid it over the back of his icy hand. “Ming…”
The instant she opened her mouth, blood rushed out between her lips. Siran’s eyes nearly split with anguish. “Don’t speak!”
Shengsheng frowned. “Stop… Stop… It hurts.” Each word took enormous effort.
Yet those few short words threw Siran into panic, and he stopped the horse.
“Does the wound hurt? You’ll be all right. A physician can heal you.”
He lifted her carefully from the horse and raced onward with lightness skill.
His black cloak covered Shengsheng’s body. “I… have… something to say.”
Siran’s brows knotted tightly. “Tell me after you recover, all right? Be good.”
Shengsheng smiled bitterly. She must have lost her mind to think of Fusheng Duan simply because she heard the words *be good*.
“There’s no time… You aren’t… Xiaoming, are you…?” Blood caught in Shengsheng’s throat, and her cough tugged at the wound, drawing an involuntary cry of pain.
Tears nearly fell from Siran’s bloodshot eyes. Shengsheng began to feel something slowly draining from her body and said anxiously, “Withdraw your troops… Please… And…”
Her eyes grew heavier, and breathing became difficult. “Help me…”
“Tell… the Crown Prince… He still owes me… money…”
“Don’t let him forget… to pay…”
Her clear, bright eyes lost focus, then their final trace of color.
But the man holding her seemed not to notice. As he sped onward, he kept repeating, “It’s all right. Nothing will happen to you. Nothing will happen to you.”
His words dissolved into the wind, never reaching her ears.
“Imperial physician!!!”
At the raw, desperate scream, everyone gaped as their invincible emperor charged over like a madman with someone in his arms.
An imperial physician who had been busy nearby hurried over, only to start in fright at the emperor’s disheveled appearance.
“Hurry! Save her!” Siran cried anxiously as he lowered her with the utmost care.
But the military physician took one look and said, “Your Majesty, this young lady… has already passed–”
Before he could finish, a sword flashed from its sheath and mercilessly severed his head.
“Quack.” Siran looked at the corpse in disgust, then gently lifted Shengsheng’s body. His eyes, black and lightless as a deep pool, fixed on the horrified crowd. “Summon another imperial physician.”
That day, all twenty imperial physicians accompanying the Yong Kingdom army died beneath the emperor’s blade.
All because they–
Could not cure a dead woman.
…
…
—Everyone, take a moment to breathe—
“Princess! Princess, you’re finally awake!”
Shengsheng had only just opened her eyes before closing them again.
What kind of standard transmigration-story opening was this?
*About How the Ancient Webnovel I Died In Suddenly Started Attacking Me*
“Princess? Princess?” The clear voice began calling again.
Shengsheng rolled over and ignored her.
The young palace maid who had spoken seemed frightened and hurried away to summon a physician.
With her back to the maid, Shengsheng suddenly opened her eyes.
*A-Pang?* she called, but received no reply.
She pressed a hand to her chest. It was perfectly intact, without sticky, blood-scented wetness, and she relaxed.
Sitting up, she drew upon her experience sweeping courtyards throughout the three kingdoms and knew at a glance that this was the boudoir of an unmarried young lady.
But was she very young now? Why were there pellet drums and other children’s toys lying on the floor?
She looked down at her fingers.
White as spring onion stalks, all ten slender and delicate.
They were a young woman’s hands.
*Shengsheng, how do you feel?*
As she sat dazed, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside her. Shengsheng looked over in delight and, sure enough, saw the little panda.
*A-Pang!*
A-Pang wore a rather guileless smile. *Shengsheng, welcome to the “Reborn as a Rich, Fair-Skinned Beauty” channel.*
The smile on Shengsheng’s lips deepened.
A breeze scented with delicate flowers drifted through the window left slightly ajar. She rose and walked toward the room’s only bronze mirror.
When she accidentally stepped on a stuffed tiger, she abruptly stopped.
A-Pang glanced uneasily at her face and stammered, “Wh-what is it? Do you feel unwell?”
Shengsheng shook her head.
She had merely remembered a line that person once read to her while teaching her to recognize characters.
*Let old affections ferment into wine, that I may spend the rest of my life drunk and free of sorrow.*
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Hello, everyone. I was one of the imperial physicians present at the time. Allow me to reconstruct the victim’s fatal injury.