Chapter 161
Lu Li’s breathing was unsteady and his voice was low. He could not project his usual cold and arrogant demeanor at all.
Song Rong could not help tightening his hold on the man and said in a hoarse voice, “You’re hurt very badly, so stop talking for now.”
Lu Li didn’t listen to him. Instead, he struggled to get up. “Stop the carriage.”
“What are you going to do?”
Song Zhilan finally couldn’t help speaking up. His gaze was practically bursting with anger. He glared at Lu Li fiercely: “You have been seriously injured. You’re about to die! If you don’t get treated, you’ll lose your life. Is that what you want?”
Towards the end of his rant, his voice became softer. His chest heaved up and down. He was already unconsciously showing some faint pleading in his eyes.
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However, Lu Li only lowered his gaze indifferently, and his words were cold: “Your Majesty went through a lot of trouble to make arrangements and the acting regent rushed across a long distance, wasn’t it all just to take my life?”
His words were like sharp ice picks, causing the two of them to feel pain in their chests for a moment, they could hardly speak, but their hearts felt infinitely cold.
“What this Lu Li wants is the power to overturn all levels of society, and riches and honor that overflow to the heavens. From the day I stepped onto this path, I never expected to get a happy ending.”
His body was already nearing its limits. He was barely managing to hold on thanks to the system’s stimulants. Seeing the expressions on the other two people’s faces dimming and the young emperor’s eyes darkening, Su Shi finally felt a little relieved in his heart, but he didn’t show any of that on his face.
“Stop the carriage and let this minister down, or this minister will die in front of the emperor. Choose one, Your Majesty.”
“Lu Li!”
Song Rong could not help blurting out the other man’s name, but before he could continue speaking, Song Zhilan interrupted him with a heavy voice, “Since the Right Minister insists, we won’t force it. The acting regent will send the Right Minister back.”
[T/N: Song Zhilan is using the royal We.]
Hearing the young emperor’s sudden and indifferent tone, Song Rong couldn’t help turning his head, but the carriage had already stopped.
Lu Li did not look back at all. He stood up with great difficulty, using the carriage door for support. His body listed to the side and he nearly tumbled down to the ground.
He was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Only his mental strength drove him forward. His injured body toppled over, but he fell into the embrace of broad and strong arms instead.
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The familiar warmth almost made Su Shi misunderstood. In a trance, he raised his eyes and met with a pair of jet-black pupils that were almost spitting out fire.
Song Rong did not say a word and just picked Lu Li up. He grabbed the reins from the imperial guard, situated Lu Li onto the horse, and then galloped towards the wangfu*.
[*T/N: wangfu is a mansion that belongs to a wangye]
The jostling of riding on horseback would only increase Lu Li’s pain, but Song Rong did not have time to take care of that. He could only grit his teeth and swing the whip vigorously.
Faster. Much faster.
He could practically feel the life slipping from Lu Li’s body. A strong fear gripped his heart, pushing away all his thoughts and leaving only one stubborn thought.
He must save this person. It didn’t matter even if Lu Li ended up hating him…
The carriage did not move. Song Zhilan sat motionless, staring at the harsh sight of Lu Li’s spilt blood.
He was not surprised that Lu Li was unwilling to yield to him, or even accept his grace.
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This was the arrogant and willful Minster of the Right that he knew. As long as that man was still conscious, he would not willingly bow his head to anyone. Even if he were on the verge of life or death, he would rather die than suffer humiliation.
Song Zhilan curled his lips stiffly, and suddenly buried his face in his hands.
The sight of the dried blood on his palms was branded onto the inside of his eyelids. His eye sockets felt painful and dry, without any intention of tears.
He was being stupid. Why would that person save him?
How could such a thing be possible?
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