In fact, after the period of time where he worked on the detoxification process, Xie Xuanchen could easily distinguish Wu Yufei’s fragrance. As soon as the drug was ignited, he sensed that something was wrong.
It’s a pity that knowing so didn’t change the fact that there was still nothing he could have done. Xie Xuanchen had a splitting headache at the time and the sight in front of him was blurry and spinning. He felt a wave of nausea and there was somehow an endless pit of darkness in his heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis feeling was too familiar. He had been controlled by this sensation countless times and had ruined his life. However, when he just realised that it was happening again, the first thought he had was not anger nor hatred, but fear.
He was afraid that if he fell here, he would never be able to be in Mu Mingtang’s life from then on. He didn’t even take her back to Xiangyang, hadn’t brought her to the tombs of Xie Yi and Madam Yin and was yet to accompany her to finish the 17 jars of wine in their backyard.
They still had a lot of things that they haven’t done together and he didn’t even leave any souvenirs for Mu Mingtang. There was no child between them either, so without a bond of blood, if he were to die just like that, he would forever disappear from Mu Mingtang’s life without a trace.
How could Xie Xuanchen be satisfied with that? Even if he were to be on his way to the afterlife, he wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen.
Hence, he knew that he couldn’t just die like this. He persisted in the suffocating fragrance, found the source of the scent and threw it out of the window.
The Emperor really made a murderous attempt this time, betting all of his eggs in one basket. One could only imagine how strong the dosage of medicine he had prepared for this trap. In the eyes of the Emperor, he probably thought that this plan was foolproof. In fact, according to Xie Xuanchen himself, he also felt that this situation was really supposed to be one that he couldn’t escape from.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXie Xuanchen himself was surprised that he could hold on to the last sliver of reason at the last moment.
Now, when Xie Xuanchen closed his eyes, he could remember his condition at that time as well as the many similar, painful and hopeless days from before. It was always said that humans would only realise what was most important to them on their deathbeds. It was true it seemed, seeing as Xie Xuanchen realised that he had many regrets.
Mu Mingtang slowly massaged the acupoints. She merely felt that Xie Xuanchen closed his eyes very quietly and rested for a while before he suddenly said, “Say, what’s the name of our first child in the future?”
Mu Mingtang was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of how his mind jumped to such a distant topic even though he looked like he was peacefully resting. She was a little embarrassed and said, “It’s too early to talk about this now.”
“It’s not early,” Xie Xuanchen suddenly opened his eyes and fixedly looked at Mu Mingtang. She was already a bit shy from his comment, so when she saw him open his eyes, she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hands.