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Today, due to official business outside, he left the palace.
Unexpectedly, around noon, he received a report from a Palace Maid saying that Fourth Brother had fallen into the water.
Upon hearing this, he abandoned his work, had a horse prepared, and hurried back to the palace at full speed.
When he returned and saw Fourth Brother, he felt relieved after hearing from the Imperial Physician that Fourth Brother was fine.
Noticing that Xin'er was missing, he asked the Palace Maid and learned that Xin'er was here, so he rushed over.
However, when he arrived at the lakeside and found it empty, a profound silence enveloped the area.
Only the Evening Breeze gently blew, causing the Lotus Leaves to sway continuously, carrying the fragrance of blooming lotus flowers throughout the pond...
Seeing this, Leng Yixuan intended to turn and leave.
However, for some reason, his right eyelid began to twitch uncontrollably.
A wave of unease surged rapidly within him.
This feeling was so familiar.
In the past, when Xin'er was trapped in flames, he had experienced this sensation; could it be...
Thinking of this, Leng Yixuan felt flustered, his striking Sword Brows furrowing tightly together.
His feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they slowly walked to the edge of the lake.
It felt as if something was pulling him toward it…
This strange sensation filled Leng Yixuan with regret, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.
Finally, when he reached the lakeside and looked at the rippling waves, he couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly.
He wondered why there were ripples on the surface of the lake, as if something had just fallen into it…
Fallen in!?
At this thought, a sudden pain shot through Leng Yixuan's heart!
It felt as though someone had plunged a knife deep into his chest.
The pain made him instinctively clutch his chest, and his handsome brows knitted tighter.
Just as he was puzzled about what was happening to him, suddenly, Leng Yixuan's deep black eyes swept over a certain spot by the lake, and he found himself unable to look away.
His entire being trembled as if struck by thunder!
Because there, by the lakeside, lay a pink embroidered shoe, quietly resting.
Leng Yixuan felt a sudden jolt in her heart as she recognized the embroidered shoes. They were so familiar, and it dawned on her that they belonged to Xin'er.
In that moment, her heart sank even further.
Suddenly, as if struck by a realization, her deep black eyes widened in shock.
Without a second thought, she dashed towards the lakeside like lightning, her movements fluid and graceful, resembling a dragon as she leaped into the sparkling waters below.
...
Xin'er felt as if she were on the brink of death.
At that moment, her lungs felt like they were about to explode, and every breath was a struggle.
Yet, she was too weak to move her arms anymore, surrendering herself to the slow descent into the depths of the lake.
Around her was an overwhelming darkness, like a vast black hole, and she was helplessly falling into it.
The water was frigid, wrapping around her and making it feel as though her blood was about to freeze.
She must be dying, right?
Because right now, she felt utterly miserable and exhausted, as if she could just drift off to sleep...
So, Xin'er’s hands finally came to a slow stop, her gaze gradually sinking as well.
However, at that moment, in a daze, a figure suddenly appeared in Xin'er’s line of sight.
The figure was agile like a dragon, continuously swimming toward her.
Moreover, the figure was so familiar, as if it were...
“Xuan…”
...
“Xin'er, Xin'er, wake up! Don’t scare me!”
As he held the drenched and unconscious Xin'er in his arms, Leng Yixuan felt a panic and heartache he had never experienced before.
When he jumped into the water and saw that delicate figure of Xin'er lifelessly sinking, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
At this moment, seeing Xin'er’s face pale as paper and devoid of life, as if she were dead, Leng Yixuan became frantic and disoriented.
He shook Xin'er’s small body repeatedly, but no matter how much he shook her, she remained like a lifeless doll, her eyes tightly shut as if they would never open again...
Just thinking about this made Leng Yixuan feel terrified.
The entire body trembled in fear.
In the end, Leng Yixuan placed Xin'er on the ground, pressing his hands repeatedly against her chest, while simultaneously trying to breathe life into her.
He didn't know if this would help; these were all techniques taught by his mother, and he had never tried them before.
But at this moment, looking at Xin'er's pale face, the only thought that filled Leng Yixuan's mind was this—he kept repeating to himself, "Xin'er, you cannot die. You absolutely cannot die..."
However, no matter what Leng Yixuan did, Xin'er remained unresponsive.
Her body was so cold, her complexion so pale, devoid of any vitality.
Seeing this, Leng Yixuan's heart sank even further.
Unable to hold back, he reached out his trembling hand to check for a breath at Xiner's nose.
When his hand felt no sign of life, Leng Yixuan froze instantly, as if struck by lightning!
After a long while, a thunderous shout of "Revealing the Truth" erupted from his lips, the volume soaring to the heavens—
"Ah—"
The man roared, his voice deafening, filled with endless sorrow.
It was as if he were a beast that had lost its mate.
With the man's heart-wrenching cry, it didn't take long for a crowd to gather.
Among them were Prince Rui and Consort Rui.
Upon seeing the situation by the lake, Consort Rui rushed over. When they saw Xin'er, pale as paper and cradled in Leng Yixuan's arms, Consort Rui gasped as if realizing something and spoke up.
"Oh my! Xin'er..."
Hearing her mother's words, Leng Yixuan stared blankly, as if she had lost her very soul. Holding the unresponsive Xin'er tightly, she trembled and said,
"Mother, Xin'er... she's gone..."
"Ah—Xin'er!"
Leng Yixuan threw her head back and let out a mournful scream.
That heartbreaking wail made everyone who heard it feel a pang of sorrow.
Consort Rui and the others covered their mouths, tears streaming down their faces.
"God, what is happening today?! Fourth Brother too, and now Xin'er... Wuwu..."
Consort Rui cried uncontrollably, and Prince Rui, seeing her distress, felt a pang of heartache. He tightly embraced her, gently patting her shoulder to comfort her.
"Don't be sad. Perhaps it was just not meant to be..."
"Wuwu, my poor Xin'er, my poor Xuan..."
Consort Rui wept pitifully. After all, she had experienced the pain of losing a loved one and understood her son's feelings all too well.
Watching her son cry in such sorrow broke her heart.
Feeling the weight of her own sadness, Consort Rui walked over to Leng Yixuan to offer solace.
"Xuan, death is irreversible. Please don't do this; your mother’s heart is breaking..."
"Mother, Xin'er... she's gone. No, Xin'er, you can't do this to me..."
Leng Yixuan shouted to the heavens, tears streaming down from his deep black eyes, falling drop by drop...
Perhaps Leng Yixuan's voice was filled with such sorrow that even the heavens could not bear it.
Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, with a loud crash as raindrops fell—one drop, then two, followed by thousands more cascading down relentlessly.
The torrential rain ravaged the land, shrouding everything in a veil of sorrow that seemed to deepen the sadness all around.
Leng Yixuan held Xin'er tightly, gazing up at the sky as he let out a roar. In that moment, he became like a puppet, sitting there motionless.
He lowered his head, staring blankly at the unresponsive Xin'er, feeling as if he had lost all will to live.
In despair, he raised his hand, intending to strike his own head.
At that moment, Leng Yixuan thought that even if he were to die, he would follow her wherever she went.
However, Rui Wangye, witnessing this, acted swiftly and blocked Leng Yixuan's hand.
"Xuan, have you lost your mind? Are you really seeking death?!"
"Dad, Xin'er is dead! She’s gone, and I have nothing left to live for!"
With his hand stopped, Leng Yixuan shouted in anguish.
His face was a mask of sorrow, completely unhidden.
Seeing this, Consort Rui cried even harder. Without a second thought, she rushed to Leng Yixuan's side and wept.
“Xuan, you can't do something foolish. If you die, how will your mother survive…”
“Mother…”
Looking at his mother, who was crying inconsolably, Leng Yixuan knew that if he were to die like this, she would not be able to bear the blow.
But Xin'er, why did you have to leave me like this…
Leng Yixuan felt a deep ache in his heart as he held Xin'er tightly, wishing he could merge her into his body so they would never be apart again.
However, at that moment, Xin'er, who had been unresponsive, suddenly coughed heavily. Immediately after, she spat out a lot of dirty water.
With this action from Xin'er, everyone was stunned.
All eyes turned sharply towards her.
They saw that Xin'er's previously tightly shut eyes fluttered slightly before slowly opening in response to everyone's anticipation.
Seeing this, everyone felt a surge of joy in their hearts.
“Xin'er, are you okay!? You woke up!? Hah, you're awake…”
When Leng Yixuan saw Xin'er open her eyes, he was overwhelmed with joy.
Compared to the ecstatic Leng Yixuan, Xin'er let out a loud cry after coughing up the foul water from her stomach.
"Wow, Xuan, I thought I was dead! I thought I would never see you again, boohoo..."
"Xin'er, don't cry. You're okay now. Be good, my dear Xin'er..."
Seeing Xin'er sobbing uncontrollably like a small child broke Leng Yixuan's heart into pieces.
Even though Xin'er had regained consciousness, Leng Yixuan still felt a wave of fear wash over him.
Just the thought of how cold and pale Xin'er had been, looking like a lifeless corpse, made his heart race with terror.
He couldn't bear to imagine the feeling of losing Xin'er; it would surely be worse than death.
But now everything was alright; his Xin'er had finally woken up. It was such a relief.
With this realization, Leng Yixuan felt a lump in his throat, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
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