Chapter 163
The gushing blood washed away the medicinal powder. The physician’s forehead was covered with cold sweat. He hurriedly fetched more cloth and pressed down desperately on the wound, using all his strength.
As soon as the cloth touched the wound it became soaked through with blood. The physician repeated this again and again. After several rounds the clear water in the basin beside the bed turned completely red. The bleeding from the wound finally stopped after great difficulty. Then the physician applied the best vulnerary from the army onto the wound with great care.
Song Rong’s body was rigid and tense throughout the entire process. Finally, his stiff arms relaxed somewhat, but he kept holding the body within his arms. He watched as the physician took care of the major injury and then went on to dress the smaller wounds.
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The inner garment has been completely soaked through in blood and could no longer be salvaged. The expensive and exquisite fabric was carefully cut away from the body. Song Rong raised his arm slightly, trying to remove the bloodied clothes for Lu Li, but suddenly a fold of bright yellow fabric fell out from the bloodstained lapel.
Song Rong’s brows subconsciously furrowed. He pulled out the bright yellow cloth and unfolded it. The light in his eyes abruptly dimmed.
It was the emperor’s decree to punish Lu Li.
He was also present when the edict was issued. Song Zhilan stood proudly with a sword in his hand. He looked at the prime minister of the right, who was restrained on the floor, and read the edict out himself.
[T/N: Usually a eunuch reads out the emperor’s edict]
Every word was filled with hatred that almost oozed with blood. The young emperor undoubtedly hated Lu Li to the bones.
But he really could not figure out what was going on in Lu Li’s head. The prime minister had fallen into this desolate situation, yet he kept this edict that condemned him and even carried it around with him…
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Before he could puzzle through this, a hand gripped his wrist firmly.
The hand was cold and the fingertips trembled lightly, but it still held his wrist with a tight grip. Song Rong was stunned. He instinctively lowered his gaze and looked into Lu Li’s eyes, which were clear like cold springs.
“Give it back to me. This is nothing something that you should hold.”
Lu Li’s voice carried the hoarseness and feebleness of someone who had just woken up, but his tone already held a strong coldness that dared anyone to refute him.
Song Rong’s heart trembled suddenly. Feelings of joy and sorrow intertwined so strongly that he could not hold back his emotions. His hand trembled, but he held the imperial decree even tighter. His voice became hoarse.
“Right Prime Minister… you really want to die?”
It was his first time treating Lu Li with such a blunt attitude. It was straightforward to the point of near rudeness, and he regretted it as soon as those words left his mouth. But when he saw the startled look in Lu Li’s eyes, the little bit of ineffable anger in his heart sputtered out.
It was he who had heeded the emperor’s orders to rush back thousands of miles to the capital. It was thanks to his aide that the emperor was able to completely defeat his opponent.
They were the ones who drove Lu Li to his death. But when Lu Li just wanted to die, they instead asked him why he did not have the desire to live.
His chest was already full of remorse. Song Rong carefully helped Lu Li lie on the soft pillow, and then stepped back. His voice was light and bitter.
“If I tell you that I received the imperial edict and came back to aide the emperor without knowing that it would cut off all escape routes for you… would you be willing to believe me?”
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Lu Li remained silent. His handsome brows arched slightly. His clear gaze fell upon Song Rong. His eyes did not hold anger or joy, only a faint bit of misgiving.
Looking at that indifferent and cold gaze, Song Rong’s breathing stuttered and the light in his eyes finally dimmed.
This man really didn’t care anymore.
Since he was already set on the road of death, then what did it matter who held the blade?
Song Rong lowered his gaze. He gripped the imperial edict even tighter, wishing that he could crush the order on the edict to dust.
“Right Prime Minister, rest well, at least for tonight…”
Unwilling to meet the other man’s gaze again, Song Rong put one knee on the ground and partially knelt down beside Lu Li. He placed the vulnerary in Lu Li’s pale and slender fingers. Then he carefully tucked a strand of loose hair behind the man’s ear.
“At least for tonight, Right Prime Minister can sleep soundly and take a rest, okay?”
After he finished speaking, he got up decisively and hurried out of the room.
The author has something to say:
Su Shi: Put it down! Put down that imperial edict!
(╯‘□‘)╯ε=ε=ε=┌(◎_◎;)┘
#Do you see this imperial decree?
#This is a huge pot. A huge one!
#But someone stole my pot. (Q^Q)
Thanks for the update
Su Shi is actually a lot better off in this world as far as keeping the pot, but I believe in the MLs ability to smack it from his hands lol. Thanks for updates