Chapter 1185: Epilogue (3)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the capital, in the Young Master Manor.

Prince Yan was reviewing the memorials. There were pigeons sent to the border every day, but it was a little late today. They did not see them at night.

Prince Yan had an ominous feeling. He pushed open the window and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. Not long after, the shining starry sky suddenly darkened. A strong wind blew in the courtyard, and the memorials and documents on the table were all blown over.

He quickly closed the window to pick it up, but he felt a flash of light in the sky. Immediately after, a thunder exploded in the sky, making his mind buzz.

“Wahhh—

In the room, Yan Xiaosi cried.

The three little eggs opened their eyes in unison and sat up in unison. They lifted the blanket and jumped off the bed, running out barefoot.

“Ah—” When he crossed the threshold, Xiaobao fell.

Prince Yan was about to come and see how the children were doing. When he saw this scene, he quickly walked forward and picked Xiaobao up. “Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked.

Xiaobao’s eyes were red.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” Prince Yan asked again.

Xiaobao choked and did not say anything. Prince Yan looked at Er’bao and Dabao and saw that they were also afraid. “Don’t be afraid, it’s just thunder.” Prince Yan pulled the three little eggs into his arms.

In the wet nurse’s room, Yan Xiaosi cried bitterly. The wet nurse carried her around the room, unable to coax her.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Little Miss usually doesn’t cry…” She didn’t wet her pants, nor did she eat when she was fed. She just clenched her fists and wailed.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Her cries resounded through the sky.

Old Cui was helpless now that Yu Wan was so injured, but there was actually another candidate in everyone’s hearts, and that was the Sorcerer King, Zhou Jin.

Back then, Nie Wanrou had also suffered a similar serious injury. It was the Sorcerer King who had left her with a chance of survival. Zhou Jin had surpassed him, and his sorcery power was even above the Sorcerer King’s. He would definitely be able to save Yu Wan!

Old Cui gave Yu Wan the holy medicine of the Nether Capital. This medicine is said to have the effect of reviving the dead, but when used on Yu Wan, it only allowed her to maintain the most basic breathing and heartbeat.

Yu Shaoqing set off overnight and rode the General to the Sorcerer Clan.

Although the General could travel a thousand miles a day, the Great Zhou was very far from the Sorcerer Clan. He would probably have to walk for two to three months without sleep. Amidst the unfortunate, Zhou Jin was on his way to the Great Zhou when they met in Nanzhao.

Yu Shaoqing asked, “Did you divine that Ah Wan had something on and came in advance to help her out?”

Zhou Jin shook his head. “I can’t read Sister Wan’s divination. I’m here to visit

Sister Wan and the Little Saint King.”

Zhou Jin was not lying. He could divine for anyone, but not Yu Wan. He did not understand what was going on.

Yu Shaoqing said, “Let’s not talk about this anymore. Hurry up and go to Yu

City with me. You have to save Ah Wan!”

Zhou Jin saw the unconscious Yu Wan in a room in Yu City’s pharmacy. Zhou Jin’s heart ached. He quietly walked forward and held Yu Wan’s hand. Everyone retreated, leaving only Yan Jiuchao with a cold expression.

When Zhou Jin opened his eyes and let go of Yu Wan’s hand, Yan Jiuchao said softly, “How is it?” His voice sounded calm, but his slightly trembling tone still betrayed his heart. He was worried, and had been worried all the time. Zhou Jin shook his head sadly. “My sorcery power is useless against her.” “How can it not be useful?” Yan Jiuchao asked.

Zhou Jin turned to look at Yu Wan. “She’s not from here. She’s… the lonely soul of the alternate world.” No wonder he couldn’t read Yu Wan’s fortune. Her fate wasn’t in this world.

“Yan Jiuchao, when the war is over, I’ll tell you a secret.”

” What secret?’ “My background. ”

“Okay.”

The last time they spoke flashed across his mind. Her smiling eyes seemed to be right in front of him. Yan Jiuchao looked at Zhou Jin and said calmly, “I understand.”

Zhou Jin didn’t ask why he did not find it strange, nor did he ask if he had any other questions. He only silently left the room, leaving this world completely for the two of them.

Yan Jiuchao sat down on the stool in front of the bed and held her cold hand in his palm. After a while, he pressed it against his lips and said in a low voice, “Yu Ah Wan, I don’t care who you are, whether you’re a human or a lonely ghost. Hurry up and wake up.”

Yu Wan stayed in Yu City to recuperate. Xiao Zhenting brought the army back to the capital.

The Emperor had already improved greatly. Although his movements were still limited, his brain could be stimulated a little. He called Xiao Zhenting and all the generals who were fighting at the front line to his bedchamber..