flstandardbreds Chapter 354 Meng Yi remains unconscious
Chapter 354 Meng Yi remains unconscious
Chapter 354 Meng Yi remains unconscious
At this moment, Meng Yi looked extremely disheveled. His clothes were torn to shreds, as if they had been ripped apart by countless sharp claws; his once neat hair was now a mess, like withered grass after a raging storm; and his beard grew wildly, making his once dashing face look weathered and tired.
Meng Yi lay there quietly, his body unusually thin, like a flickering candle in the wind, his life seemingly on the verge of being extinguished. He was a far cry from the imposing and awe-inspiring commander of the Imperial Guard of yesteryear! Back then, he wore magnificent armor, wielded a sharp spear, and possessed an elegant and dashing presence, attracting attention and admiration wherever he went. Now, however, this once-heroic figure could only lie helplessly on his sickbed, enduring the torment of illness.
Ying Wuyou pressed her lips tightly together, barely daring to breathe, her gaze fixed intently on Imperial Physician Li Qingfeng, who was examining General Meng. Time seemed to freeze, each second feeling incredibly long. Finally, Li Qingfeng finished his meticulous examination, but his expression remained unusually grave.
Li Qingfeng took a deep breath and slowly said, "Your Majesty, General Meng has countless wounds. Not only has his body suffered multiple severe injuries, but his internal organs have also been greatly damaged. In his current condition, General Meng's body is extremely fragile. He must not be moved lightly, or the consequences will be unimaginable."
Upon hearing this, the King of Qin's brows furrowed instantly, forming a deep frown. His face filled with worry, he pressed, "When will Meng Yi awaken?"
Li Qingfeng shook his head helplessly and replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this is a question that I find difficult to answer. All I can do is try my best to heal General Meng's injuries. As for when he will wake up, I really cannot predict. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." After saying this, Li Qingfeng lowered his head in fear and trepidation.
Seeing this, the King of Qin waved his hand gently, signaling Li Qingfeng to step back and prepare the medicine. Li Qingfeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly bowed, and then hurriedly left.
At this moment, Meng Tian, who had been standing silently to the side, could no longer suppress his anger and anxiety. He suddenly knelt down with a thud, tears welling in his eyes, and said to the King of Qin in a choked voice, "Your Majesty, who is so cruel as to harm my brother Meng Yi? Please tell me, even if it costs me my life, I will tear this traitor to pieces to vent my hatred!"
The King of Qin gripped Meng Tian's broad, strong hand tightly and said, "Meng Yi remains unconscious, and I have no idea what has happened. I did indeed send Meng Yi out on an important mission, but I have not received any news since. As for who dared to harm my beloved general, I am afraid we will only know the truth after he wakes up."
Meng Tian desperately wanted to ask about the details of this important mission. However, as a seasoned general who knew the strict discipline of the army, he understood that if the king intended to conceal this matter, there must be a reason why he couldn't speak of it. Therefore, despite the burning anger within him, Meng Tian suppressed his impulse and buried his question deep in his heart.
At this moment, the King of Qin gazed at the resolute and unyielding man before him—Meng Tian. His usually bright and piercing eyes were now slightly moist, and a few tears occasionally slid down his cheeks. Seeing this, the King of Qin felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He, Meng Tian, and Meng Yi had known each other since childhood, experiencing countless life-or-death situations together, and fighting side-by-side on the battlefield. Those years of shared life and death had forged an unparalleled bond between them.
Now, seeing the once valiant Meng Yi lying on his sickbed, pale as a sheet and barely breathing, how could the King of Qin not be heartbroken and filled with resentment? But reason told him that the most urgent task was to find out the ins and outs of the matter as soon as possible, find out the real culprit, give Meng Yi an explanation, and also give himself an explanation.
Thinking of this, the King of Qin looked at Meng Tian, his eyes flashing with determination and anger, and slowly said, "Meng Tian, rest assured! I have a long-standing friendship with the Meng family, and I will not let Meng Yi suffer in vain. I will do everything in my power to avenge him!"
After speaking, the King of Qin paused briefly, then added, "I have important matters to attend to at the moment and cannot stay here for long. You must take good care of Meng Yi and not let your guard down. Once he wakes up, be sure to send someone to inform me." With that, the King of Qin resolutely turned around and walked out the door with heavy and hurried steps.
Standing to the side, Ying Wuyou witnessed Meng Tian's heartbroken appearance and felt a pang of sorrow in her heart. However, seeing that the King of Qin had already left, she knew that there was no point in saying anything more at this moment, so she silently followed the King of Qin and left the Meng residence together.
King Qin didn't wait for Ying Wuyou, who had fallen behind. His mind was already in turmoil over Meng Yi's injury. Sitting in his carriage, he pondered: He had only sent Meng Yi to assassinate Liu Bang, that insignificant nobody, so how could Meng Yi be injured? Just who was this Liu Bang? Was he really so difficult to kill? Meng Yi's martial arts were undoubtedly top-notch, yet he was still seriously injured and nearly died. So, what was Liu Bang's current condition? Was he dead? A series of questions swirled and intertwined in King Qin's mind, leaving him completely unable to make sense of the situation.
And so, King Qin, burdened with worries, hurried back to Zhangtai Palace. As soon as he entered the palace gates, he eagerly went to his desk, spread out a sheet of snow-white paper, picked up his brush, and began to write with great flourish. In no time, a letter appeared on the page. King Qin put down his brush, gently blew on the ink to dry it, and then summoned a trusted confidant.
The trusted aide stepped forward respectfully, head bowed. The King of Qin solemnly handed him the newly written letter and, in a low voice, carefully explained its contents. The aide nodded repeatedly, promising to fulfill his duty. After the King finished speaking, the aide carefully tucked the letter into his robes, bowed deeply, and then turned and quickly departed, disappearing into the vast night.
Ying Wuyou watched the hurried, briskly walking figure of the King of Qin from afar, a mixture of curiosity and worry welling up within her. She instinctively boarded the carriage and followed closely behind, her gaze fixed on him. She watched as the King of Qin sped along, the carriage stopping before the Zhangtai Palace. Only after seeing him enter the palace did Ying Wuyou finally relax.
Immediately, the image of Meng Yi lying injured in bed, and the solemn expression on King Qin's face, kept flashing through her mind. She was filled with doubt, unable to understand what kind of arduous mission Meng Yi had undertaken, or why he was so badly injured. Moreover, judging from King Qin's demeanor, it seemed to be something extremely important, yet King Qin seemed to have kept it a secret from everyone except Meng Yi. Why was that? Thinking of this, Ying Wuyou sighed softly, deciding not to bother King Qin any further, lest she add more pressure to him.